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Author’s Note & Prologue
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2025-07-16 08:51:41This is my first time writing a book. I do apologize for any typos ahead of time. Please do leave notes for me for any critique. I hope you all enjoy the book as I continue to write it. Much love
~K. Lyn Leigh Prologue… My name is not important. I am no one. I'm just a young woman, fresh out of college, in a large city, working at a company as an intern until I can make it. The way society treats us is imaginable to the normal mind. Those who choose to stay at home and continue in the cycles that continuously repeat every generation live in a generalized bliss. They never dare to choose the one risk that could make or break a person…to leave. For those of us who want to but can't not only deal with troubles of being different at home, but we do end up taking the chance which leads to the truth for us all… the complete and utter alienation of our identities. Some would think “That's impossible!”, but little does anyone know that leaving a place that has contributed to the identity you once had can also in fact cause you to change the views you have on yourself, like who you really are. Deep down you know portions of who you are, your qualities, traits, and of course your failures. However, you aren't really yourself until you can step away from everything you think has made you who you are. When you think about it, and look at the memories of playing as a child or getting that first medal, they are only small portions. Being around your family builds your character and they are supposed to be the ones who help teach you that you have a support system and how the world is supposed to work after you settle down. But they couldn't be more wrong. What happens after you get married and have kids? You raise them, work hard, and help them become functioning adults. They'll move out and start their own families, and most likely be nearby. And the cycle will continue. When did you ever get the chance to actually see your full potential? You never did and never would. There are those who would also argue how they got out for a few years and missed family and moved back. Which is perfectly fine by all means. Only a few years though? Hows that enough to even grow and challenge yourself. Such thoughts leave me in the predicament I'm in now, away from home, in Seattle, staring at the rain pouring down from me at the bus stop. The lights are dim in the distance and the one nearest me is flickering with the small gusts of wind. No other cars on the streets by this small hotel. It's just the first stop I have to make on my journey. My cold feet are nearly frozen from standing as long as I have in this weather. So I slowly make my way to the check in desk, with only three thoughts in my head. I'm cold. I'm alone. I am no one.
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The Boss’s Darkest Demand Resignation
The ringing wouldn’t stop. Calliope groaned, pressing the heel of her hand against her temple. It wasn’t just her phone—it was her emails, her private messages, her socials. Every notification hit like a hammer, filling her apartment with relentless buzzing. For days, she had stayed tucked inside the cottage Eli had moved her into, quiet and invisible, but apparently invisibility wasn’t protection anymore. She grabbed her phone and thumbed the screen, already dreading what she might see. Breaking: Rumors of Jones & Vale Executive Scandal—Anonymous Source Claims Affair Her stomach sank as the headline scrolled across the news feed. There was a grainy picture beneath it—her own figure, pale and tired-looking, stepping out of the hospital doors. Eli’s shoulder was there too, broad and protective, but his face was blurred, turned just enough that the press couldn’t identify him. The caption was merciless: Who is the mystery man with Calliope Laurent? Sources close to the Jones family
The Boss’s Darkest Demand Web of Lies
Calliope sat in the quiet of her cottage office, the soft whir of her laptop fan the only sound. She had tried to drown herself in work, building spreadsheets, reviewing design proofs, anything that would tether her to normalcy. But the silence pressed heavy, demanding her attention, dragging her mind back to everything she was trying not to think about.She clicked on the muted television in the corner. It had become a bad habit—checking the morning news to make sure her name wasn’t being dragged through the mud again. Except this time, the anchor’s voice cut through her fragile hope.“In corporate news, Atlas Jones’s fiancée—or perhaps ex-fiancée, depending on what story you believe—was spotted at the hospital earlier this week with an unidentified man. Rumors swirl about a potential affair. Witnesses report the man stayed close to her side, even leaving with her later that evening. The photo we obtained seems to confirm this mystery companion…”Calliope
The Boss’s Darkest Demand Behind Closed Doors
Calliope had hoped that working from her safe apartment would finally allow her a few days of calm. But calm was a fragile illusion, one shattered by the persistent storm that was Jessica.She sat at her desk, her laptop open, trying to focus on a report for work, when a sharp ping from her news alert made her stomach twist. Groaning softly, she clicked it, only to freeze.The headline was designed to grab attention: “Calliope Blackwood Spotted With Mystery Man at Hospital—Affair Rumors Fly.”Her heart raced. Her pulse spiked. She scrolled down, and her stomach sank. There it was—a photo from the hospital. Eli had been with her, but the angle of the shot conveniently left his face obscured. To the public, it looked like she was with someone else entirely, someone unknown.A low growl escaped her lips. Jessica had done this. No one else had access to her life at the hospital, no one else could have leaked that photo. She could practically hear Jess
The Boss’s Darkest Demand Taking Control
Calliope woke to the sterile hum of the hospital room, the morning light filtering weakly through the blinds. Her body still ached from the collapse, her muscles stiff, her stomach tender. But for the first time since the last confrontation, she felt a faint glimmer of control returning. She was alive. The babies were safe. And she had Eli—her anchor in a world that had spun wildly out of control.Eli was already at the chair beside her bed, his laptop open and documents spread across a small side table. He glanced up as she stirred, offering a faint smile. “Morning. You slept a little better than last night. That’s progress.”Calliope forced a small smile in return, even as her hand instinctively rested over her stomach. “How long… how long was I out?” she croaked, voice weak.“Not too long,” Eli said, tilting his head. “You’ve been stable. Just enough to need observation. You pushed yourself too far with the stress. You can’t do that anymore.”S
The Boss’s Darkest Demand Fragile Ground
The ambulance’s wail had barely faded into the night when Calliope’s consciousness began to return in fragments. The world was muted, gray around the edges, her body heavy, and every breath felt like she was pulling through thick water. Her last memory floated in the haze—the heated video call with Atlas, the sharp accusations, the sting of mistrust that had burned into her chest. And then, nothing.Her cheek pressed against the edge of her desk in the small cottage, the hard wood cold against her clammy skin. The dim glow of her laptop screen flickered faintly, Atlas’s face still frozen in the video call frame. She wasn’t awake to see him, but somewhere, his sharp blue eyes mirrored the panic that had driven him to relentless calls and inquiries.Eli’s boots thumped against the floor as he moved toward her. The faint sound of his voice came first, calm and firm, as he checked her pulse and lifted her gently into his arms. Her body sagged like a weight too heavy fo
The Boss’s Darkest Demand The Breaking Point
The video call had ended hours ago, but Calliope sat at her desk, staring at the blank screen as if it still held Atlas’s image. His words replayed in her mind on a loop, every accusation, every sharp edge of doubt cutting deeper than the last. She pressed her trembling hands to her stomach, whispering under her breath as if the triplets could hear, “I’m fine. We’re fine.”But she wasn’t.The stress pressed down like a vice. Every muscle in her body ached from holding in tears, from holding herself upright in front of Atlas. She knew what Jessica was doing, how expertly the woman had woven her lies, but knowing didn’t soften the damage. Atlas believed her.Calliope rose from her chair, her movements slow and stiff, and walked into the kitchen. The cottage Eli had tucked her away in was small but cozy—soft cream walls, exposed beams, and wide windows overlooking the stretch of woods beyond. It should have felt like peace. It should have felt like safety.Instead, it f
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