LOGINThe Wilfred empire had seen powerful men walk through its doors, politicians, investors, industry giants but never anyone like Zade Russo.
Sylvie didn’t know that yet. The rowdiness was much reduced compared to yesterday. But as she got to company, there were more guards than usual. The staff whispered in tight circles. The air itself felt heavier. She and Ryan stood by the lobby. "What’s going on?" she asked. Ryan didn’t answer right away. His jaw clenched, just once. "Your father is expecting a visitor." "Okay… and?" "And it’s someone important." The tone in his voice, flat but strained, made her stop. "Ryan," she pressed, "who exactly is coming?" Before Sylvie could ask more, the doors below opened. Two men in dark suits entered first, guards. Then he stepped inside. Zade Russo. Young, handsome. His dark hair slicked back with expensive precision. His suit was tailored so perfectly. Sylvie froze at the top of the stairs, her breath caught in her throat without knowing why. The air around him changed everything like the temperature dropped, like the walls leaned away from him. Zade's gaze flickered upward, catching Sylvie staring. He smiled slowly, like he knew something she didn’t. Ryan instantly moved, stepping one inch in front of her. A silent blockade. A warning. And that’s when her father appeared. Cole Wilfred walked toward Zade with a stiff spine and a forced smile, hand outstretched. "Zade, you arrived earlier than expected." Zade shook his hand with a soft, amused exhale. "I don’t like being kept waiting. Not for business or for anything." "You received the documents?" her father asked. "I did," Zade replied. "We have things to discuss." His expression darkened just slightly. "And they won’t be pleasant." Ryan subtly shifted, his eyes following every small movement Zade made. He looked ready to jump in front of a grenade if necessary. Sylvie moved down the stairs slowly, unable to tear her gaze away from the tension that sparked between the two men. Her father noticed her. His stiff smile wavered. "Sylvie… now isn’t a good time." Zade, however, looked delighted. He gave Sylvie one last slow glance, curious, interested, amused and followed Cole towards his office. The doors shut behind them. Sylvie and Ryan stood in the hallway, staring at the closed door. "Who is he?" Sylvie whispered. "A problem." Ryan replied without hesitation. "That’s not an answer." Ryan’s voice lowered. "Zade Russo isn’t someone you want to know." "But my father seems to know him very well." "That’s what worries me." Inside the office, the voices rose, first sharp, then tense, then dangerously quiet. Sylvie stepped closer to the door. Ryan’s hand immediately wrapped around her wrist. "Don’t." "I just want to hear..." "And I’m telling you no." His voice was low, but not angry. For once, Sylvie didn’t pull away. "What kind of man is he?" she murmured to herself. After several tense minutes, the office door opened. Zade stepped out first. His smile was gone. Replaced with a more serious expression. Cole followed him, looking frustrated. Zade dusted an invisible speck off his sleeve. "Well, Cole… you know what needs to be done." Her father didn’t respond. Zade turned slightly, his gaze sweeping the hallway until it settled inevitably on Sylvie and he smirked. Then, without breaking eye contact with her, he said to her father: "There is a debt. And I always collect what I am owed." Ryan’s hand slipped quietly toward the holster hidden under his jacket. And Zade Russo walked out of the company with the same smooth, confident stride of a man who wasn’t threatening a family but making a promise. A dangerous one.Ryan got back into the house and stood near the hallway.He made a decision to go and pick up the car from the bar but then he thought, What if she leaves again? Or what if she has somewhere else to go? They both had returned minutes ago. She was back under this roof. She was physically safe. By all reasonable measures, that should have been enough but still, if she needed to leave again he needed to know. He exhaled slowly through his nose and finally waved over a nearby worker. "Could you help me with something?" he asked. "Yes," the woman replied immediately. "Please go upstairs and ask Sylvie if she plans on going anywhere else today." He paused, then added carefully, "Tell her I’m the one asking." The worker nodded and headed toward the stairs. Ryan watched her go. He checked his phone, then slipped it back into his pocket. He paced for a moment. Then stopped. He didn’t like this feeling, this waiting. When the worker finally returned, he straightened eager to h
It was almost 1:00 p.m. when they finally entered the city they both lived in. Sylvie looked at her phone to check the time Sylvie noticed it immediately, the subtle shift in the air and the familiar turns of the road. The drive had felt endless, she started to wonder how she drove so far away. She sat up a little straighter in her seat, with her fingers tightening around the strap of her purse. For a moment, she simply watched Ryan’s hands on the steering wheel. It was just steady and controlled just like everything about him. To her, he always acted like he had no emotions whatsoever. "Ryan," she called out. He hummed in acknowledgment but didn’t look at her. "I think… I should return the car to my friend first," she continued. "After that, we can take a cab back to the house." There was a brief pause. Just long enough for her to wonder if she’d said something wrong. "Okay," he said finally. That was all. The quiet settled back between them again. Sylvie turned her gaze
Whatever connection was happening there, Ryan was the one to break it. He stepped back from her slowly, as if putting that physical distance between them might calm whatever had just passed through the room.He let go of her hand, turned without another word and walked back to the chair he’d been sitting on earlier, picking up his fork and returning to the rest of his meal as if nothing unusual and unsettling just happened. Sylvie remained where she was for a second too long. She stood there, with her fingers curling lightly at her sides, unsure of what she was supposed to do now. Finally, she turned toward the hallway, intending to go to the living room, needing space to breathe. "Miss Wilfred." Ryan’s voice stopped her mid step. She turned back slowly. "We’ll leave as soon as I've finished here," he said, not looking at her. His attention remained on his plate. "So you should get ready." "Oh. Okay," she muttered, the word barely audible as she nodded and walked away. She set
Ryan was done with what he was preparing long before Sylvie realized she’d been watching him. It wasn’t deliberate at first. Her eyes had simply just followed the quiet rhythm of him moving around the kitchen, how comfortable he seemed in the space. She realized she’d been staring only when he turned. His gaze caught hers before she could look away. Her spine straightened instantly, as if she’d been caught doing something she shouldn’t. She adjusted where she sat, pulling herself together, tucking her legs in closer, smoothing the sleeves of the shirt she was wearing, his shirt. He didn't act like he noticed anything. If he noticed at all, he didn’t show it. He simply picked up a glass, filled it with water, and brought it over to her. He set it down in front of her. She looked at the glass. Then at him. There was a very clear refusal sitting on her tongue, hovering right there, ready to be voiced. Her brows drew together slightly, her lips parted as if she were about to a
Ryan stopped in front of the door longer than necessary. For a moment, he just stood there. He could hear nothing from the other side of the door Then he finally lifted his hand and knocked once. There was no response. He knocked again, a little firmer this time. Still nothing. A flicker of concern crossed his face. He reached for the handle and pushed the door open slowly. The curtains were still half drawn, allowing pale morning light to spill into the room. Sylvie was on the bed, with her arms stretching above her head, and her body shifting lazily as if she had been pulled from a dream she wasn’t quite ready to leave, and it was immediately obvious she had been asleep until his knocking disturbed her. She groaned softly, rolling slightly to one side. Ryan straightened suddenly aware that he had walked into her room without warning. "Sorry," he said quickly, his voice low. "I knocked." She blinked, squinting toward the light, then toward him. "It’s… fine," she muttere
He poured the water slowly and carefully and handed it to her. She reached out for the cup with her fingers brushing against his, it made his pulse jump. She didn’t hesitate. She lifted the cup and finished the water in one gulp. "Thank you," she murmured. She handed the cup back to him with a dazed and tired expression. Ryan nodded, unable to trust himself to speak just yet. She leaned back a little, her eyes fluttering, exhaustion finally claiming what fear had kept awake for hours. She looked smaller like that. The haze of alcohol was still clinging to her. She didn’t know where she was. Not truly. The house could have been anywhere, another city, another world entirely but none of that mattered. As long as Ryan was there, as long as she could feel his presence nearby, she felt safe. And that was enough. "I want to go to sleep now," she said quietly, almost apologetically, like she was asking for permission to rest. "Okay, I'll be in the next room in case you ne







