MasukEthan had spent years believing he knew everything about his family, but one phone call made him question the foundation of everything he had ever believed.The heavy silence inside the car pressed against my ribs as we drove through the dark, rain-slicked streets toward the Blackwood family estate. Ethan kept his hands locked tightly around the steering wheel, his knuckles stark white against the leather, his jaw clenched so hard a muscle twitched in his cheek. He hadn't spoken a single word since stepping out of the penthouse, but the moment he reached for his keys, I had quietly picked up on the terrifying urgency in his movements and followed him down to the garage. He didn't want to face whatever dark ghost his father had unlocked alone, and I wouldn't let him walk into that fire by himself.When we arrived, his father was waiting in the dimly lit study, looking older and far more exhausted than I had ever seen him. Without preamble, he dropped the bombshell that shattered the
I thought the hardest part of loving Ethan was surviving his enemies; I was wrong, the hardest part might be convincing the people who believed they knew who he should marry.Vanessa’s parting warning still echoed in my ears, but the real storm broke not long after when the corporate gossip mill shifted toward something far more personal. I stood near the office pantry, holding a cup of lukewarm coffee, when I overheard two senior analysts whispering near the window. They weren't talking about spreadsheets or market projections; they were discussing the intense pressure Ethan’s family had been facing from powerful, affluent dynasties eager to secure a high-society alliance.At first, I brushed it off as idle office chatter, the kind of baseless speculation that always surrounded a billionaire CEO. But the illusion shattered completely when I learned the truth behind the whispers. A wealthy, internationally educated heiress named Camille Laurent had shared a deeply entrenched history
"The invitation to the boardroom should have made me proud, but the moment I saw my name on it, I wondered whether they wanted me there or wanted to test me."I stood by my desk, turning the heavy cardstock over in my fingers as Ethan walked into my office. He stopped a few paces away, his sharp gaze instantly picking up on the rigid tension in my shoulders."I saw the notice," Ethan said, his voice level and steady. "The board wants to discuss the new corporate development project."I looked up, narrowing my eyes slightly as a wave of skepticism washed over me. "And why is my name attached to it, Ethan? Is this because of my work, or is this because everyone in this building knows who I am to you?"Ethan’s expression didn't flicker, nor did he offer an easy reassurance. "It has nothing to do with our relationship, Aria. The board specifically requested you because of your role in uncovering the recent financial manipulation within the logistics division. They saw the audit report y
"You don't have to answer tonight, Aria," Ethan murmured, his dark eyes reading every flicker of hesitation on my face as his thumb brushed my cheek."It's just..." I swallowed hard, my fingers twisting tightly into the fabric of my skirt. "Marriage is enormous, Ethan. Our lives are entirely different. You walk in a world of power and influence that I spent my whole life standing outside of. When you talk about forever, it feels like stepping off an edge without knowing if there is solid ground."He dropped his hand from my face back to the steering wheel, turning slightly toward me so he had my full attention. "I'm not asking for an immediate answer. I just need you to know where my head is. I see a future with you. Not an assistant, not a temporary distraction, but you."Hearing him say those words sent a sharp shiver down my spine, filling my chest with a fierce, blinding happiness right alongside a cold wave of absolute terror. I met his steady gaze through the dim cabin light.
"You cannot seriously expect me to walk into a room with your grandmother and pretend I belong there," I said, my voice rising over the steady, nerve-wracking hum of the car engine as Ethan kept his eyes fixed strictly on the road ahead.He didn't even flinch, only tightening his grip on the wheel with one hand while reaching across the console with the other to wrap his fingers firmly around my trembling hand. "You aren't pretending anything, Aria," he replied, his tone entirely too calm, too collected for someone who had just detonated a bomb in the middle of our afternoon. "She asked to meet you.""Your grandmother is Evelyn Blackwood," I shot back, wrenching my gaze away from the passing blur of the city to glare at him, my heart hammering a frantic, violent rhythm against my ribs. "The Blackwood name carries weight in rooms we have no business stepping into. Why on earth would she want to look at me? What if she sees right through me?""She already does," Ethan interrupted smooth
"The votes have been verified and certified," the chairman announced, his voice carrying clearly across the quiet hall.My heart hammered hard against my ribs, a wild, breathless rhythm as I stared straight ahead at the podium. Beside me, Ethan did not flinch, his shoulders remaining square and his expression locked in a calm, impenetrable mask of absolute focus. Across the aisle, Victor’s lead attorney smirked openly, leaning in to whisper something smug to his associate as if the victory belonged to them.The silence in the auditorium stretched out, heavy and suffocating, waiting for the single sentence that would dictate our entire future. My thoughts raced back to the cold, distant billionaire who had first demanded a contract for my life months ago, a man who saw warmth as a weakness and emotion as a liability. Looking at the profile of his face now, etched with strength and hard-won resilience, I felt a deep, fierce shift inside my chest. I wasn't afraid of what the outcome m







