LOGINThe departure hall buzzed with the steady hum of travelers, flight announcements echoing overhead. Maya stood in the long queue for check-in, her suitcase beside her, her fingers twisting around the strap of her purse.Her eyes were swollen from crying all night. The note. The photo. The message. Everything pointed to one thing—someone was watching her. And now that she had resigned, there was no reason to stay in New York, no reason to remain in Ethan’s world of chaos and cameras.Liam’s safety came first. Always.Her flight to Chicago was boarding in less than an hour. She’d stay with her cousin there, away from the spotlight, away from Ethan Reed.Or at least, that’s what she told herself.Because deep down, she knew she wasn’t running from danger. She was running from him. From the way he made her feel seen. From the part of her that still wanted to believe he’d fight for her this time.“Flight 326 to Chicago, boarding begins in forty-five minutes,” the intercom announced.She exh
The morning after Ethan’s message, Maya woke with the weight of a thousand sleepless thoughts pressing on her chest. The words “Be careful who you trust” echoed in her mind, tangled with Ethan’s text from the night before—“We fix this, together.”Together.She almost laughed at the irony. Together had always been the most fragile word between them. The moment she started to believe in it, life found a way to tear it apart.Now, as sunlight spilled weakly through her curtains, Maya made a decision—one she should have made weeks ago.She was done.Done with the whispers in the office hallways.Done with the late-night phone calls she was too afraid to answer.Done with the pressure of living under a spotlight she never asked for.And, most painfully, done with the man she could never fully let go of.Her peace, she realized, was worth more than any paycheck, any title—even him.Maya sat at her small dining table, her laptop glowing softly before her. She stared at the blank email draft
The boardroom felt like a courtroom that morning. The long, polished oak table reflected the grim faces of men and women who had once admired Ethan Reed—now, they looked ready to devour him. The tension was so thick that even the faint hum of the air conditioning sounded accusing.Ethan sat at the head of the table, posture rigid, jaw set. His tailored suit didn’t hide the exhaustion in his eyes. He had been fighting fires on every front—the media frenzy, the shareholders’ panic, and Maya’s growing distance. But this... this was the storm he couldn’t afford to lose.“Mr. Reed,” began Harold Clarkson, one of the senior board members, his tone cool and precise. “We need to discuss the recent... developments.”Ethan didn’t blink. “By developments, you mean the articles. The ones painting me as a reckless CEO with a secret family?”Clarkson gave a thin smile. “You said it, not me.”A murmur rippled around the table. Some of the members shifted uncomfortably, while others leaned forward, e
The city hadn’t slept.By morning, the storm had passed, but the echoes of it lingered—in the drenched streets, in the chill that seeped through Ethan’s penthouse, and in the silence between him and Maya.They hadn’t spoken since the night before.The kiss still hung between them—alive, heavy, unforgettable.But so did the fear.Ethan had barely slept. Security had swept the building twice after the strange intercom message but found nothing. He didn’t believe in coincidences. Not anymore.Now he stood in the kitchen, making coffee, his mind caught somewhere between last night’s intimacy and the threat that followed.Maya walked in quietly, dressed in jeans and a pale blue blouse—the same one she’d worn that first day back at Blake Enterprises. It struck him that she looked exactly the same and yet completely different.“Morning,” she said softly.He turned, handing her a cup. “You didn’t sleep either.”She shook her head. “Not much.”Their eyes met—a silent conversation neither dared
The city looked softer that night.Rain had rinsed the streets clean, and the glow from the skyscrapers reflected on the wet pavement like shards of silver glass.Maya stood on the balcony of Ethan’s penthouse, wrapped in one of his jackets. The air smelled faintly of his cologne—cedar and something darker.She hadn’t meant to stay this long. After the chaos of his live interview and the threat that followed, she’d only come here to talk about safety—about their son.But now it was nearly midnight.And somehow, the conversation had turned into something else entirely.Inside, Ethan poured two glasses of wine, his movements slower than usual. The past few days had been relentless—meetings, damage control, calls from lawyers—but none of it mattered now. Not compared to this quiet moment.He walked out to the balcony and handed her the glass.“Thanks,” she said softly, her fingers brushing his as she took it.Even that brief contact sent a pulse through him. He didn’t move away.“You sho
The morning after the message, the world didn’t quiet down.It got worse.Every network, blog, and talk show had made Ethan Blake’s scandal their breakfast topic. The internet had christened Maya “the mystery mother,” and a dozen hashtags now trended in cruel variations of her name.> #BlakeBabyScandal#GoldDiggerOrMother#HiddenFamilyIt was open season, and everyone had an opinion.Ethan sat in his office, jaw tight, eyes dark. The threatening message from the night before still burned in his mind—that grainy photo of Maya and their son in the park. Whoever sent it hadn’t followed up yet, but he knew it was only a matter of time.“Sir,” Clara said quietly, stepping into the office. “The network just called again. They’re insisting on a live interview this evening. They said if you don’t address it, the speculation will only get worse.”Ethan didn’t look up from his desk. “What network?”“GlobalView Live. Their evening prime slot.”He finally looked up. His gaze was sharp and decisiv







