LOGINWhen Naomi Monro gets her dream job at the best New York tech firm, she never imagines and expects to fall for her boyfriend’s boss—let alone discover a tangled web of hidden identities, betrayal and a legacy that ties them all together. As the relationship between she and her possessive boyfriend unwinds, Naomi finds herself drawn to the very cold, mysterious CEO, Henry Vance—a man with secrets which reach deep into her past. Naomi, caught between love, loyalty, ambition and truth, must confront everything which she thought she knew to claim her future, and the love she truly deserves. Would she choose her boyfriend or would she spend the rest of her life with the mysterious CEO? Promotional line: She thought she had gotten her dream job—until she fell for her boyfriend's boss who could either ruin everything… or save her. What makes the story unique and attractive: This story is a heated mix of forbidden love and buried secrets, it turns simple office romance into an exciting emotional rollercoaster. With unexpected and shocking twists, powerful themes, and a heroine who rises from betrayal to power, the story a romance that cuts deeper than most.
View MoreHenry's POVThe alert came through at 2:17 a.m.I was still awake, staring at the ceiling of my penthouse, replaying every conversation I’d had with Naomi over the past weeks. Every pause. Every look she held too long. Every question she didn’t ask out loud.My phone buzzed once on the nightstand.Just once.That was enough.I reached for it, already knowing what I would see. The screen lit up with a single line from a system I’d hoped would stay silent forever.ACCESS GRANTED — MONRO FILES.My chest tightened so hard I had to sit up.“No,” I muttered. “No, no, no.”I swung my legs off the bed and stood, running a hand through my hair. The city lights outside my windows blurred as memory slammed into me all at once.Naomi had opened it.She had found the name.She had crossed the line her father had drawn in blood and silence.I opened the secure channel, fingers moving fast, heart pounding.She had accessed everything. The core files. The private records. The ones only three people h
Naomi's POVI waited until the apartment was quiet again.Not just quiet in sound, but in feeling. The kind of quiet that comes after someone leaves their weight behind. Asher’s presence always lingered. In the air. In the walls. In my chest.I locked the door. Then I locked it again.My laptop sat on the table where I’d left it, the flash drive still plugged in, small and innocent-looking. Like it hadn’t already torn my life apart.I sat down slowly, my heart beating hard enough to make my hands shake.“Okay,” I whispered. “One more time.”The password box stared back at me. Cold. Patient. Her name.Not my mother’s real name. Not the one on documents. Not the one she used with the world.The name she used with me. I closed my eyes and leaned back, letting my head rest against the chair. I let myself drift, not into logic, not into fear, but into memory.I was five. Maybe six. Sitting on the kitchen counter, swinging my legs while my father cooked. My mother stood behind me, brushing
Naomi's POVIt was as if they would go to wipe me out. I didn’t sleep that night. The slightest sound seemed to be a threat.The window was being blown by the wind. Somewhere down the elevator was whirring along. I held my phone in my hand until dawn when the screen was black but so full of what it had already revealed to me. By morning terror had become colder and sharper. Anger. When the knock came, I was filling the coffee. Three slow taps. Cool, simply composed and cool. I was aware that it was Asher before I opened the door. He was standing in a black coat, his hair cut off, his face prudent and anxious. Too tender, as though it were a mask that was merely thrown on.You did not come home last night, you see, he said in an affable way. I stepped aside to let him in. “I needed space.”He made a nod, as though that response pleased him. He entered my apartment as though he was part of it and he was scanning every corner of the room without looking conspicuous. Noticing ever
Naomi's POVI hear the words of my mom reverberating in my head as I stand there caught between the desire to yell and the need to cry.Had you heard what was, you wouldn’t like me evermore.“Then why won’t you tell me?” My voice was scarcely keeping together. Why can you say so, and cease?Elaina comes back to me again, with her arms around her, as she is cold. The city lights beyond lighten her face in soft shadows, yet I may be able to see her jaw tighten.I have had enough to say, she says.No, you have not, I say getting nearer. You have said enough to rip me up.She doesn’t turn around. That is worse than the way she would have screamed at me.You believe it is more kind being silent, I continue, now shaking my hands. “But it’s not. It never was. You left, Mom. You disappeared. I spent the entirety of my life blanking you in. And now you are standing here, and you tell me that you are one of the secrets of my dad, and you even will not tell me why?Her shoulders are slowly risin
Point of view of NaomiIt weighed more than my phone and my keys altogether. Every time I moved, that tiny flash drive pressed into my ribs in my coat like a live thing. I was unable to open it just yet. Not until I got the thing I was missing. The password. The name of my mother. I felt lighthe
Naomi's Point Of View “Who the hell is N?” I whispered, looking at the bright screen. My chest felt tight, my hands cold as ice.The words in the email burned into me: THE LAST REPORT WE STOLE & YOU TOOK CREDIT FOR HAS BEEN APPROVED. N.My head shook slowly, as if the screen was lying. But it wasn
The SecretI could not sleep all through the night. Everything that he had said to me pricked at my heart and let loose some blood. I wasn't sure when my insides would become all bloated with blood to the point of everyone seeing that I was suffering from inside.I got up earlier than usual by 4 a
Ultimatum The good thing was I didn't live with Asher, so I didn't arrive to a tensed home. I fell on my bed and got some sleep even before I realized that I hadn't freshened up. A call woke me up an hour later. I looked at the caller ID and saw that it was my mom. "Hello, mom," I said into the












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