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New York was supposed to be a fresh start.
I had left everything behind—familiarity, comfort, fear, and the life that had slowly begun to feel too small for me. All I carried with me was a worn suitcase, an architecture degree, a few clothes, and a stubborn conviction that my life was finally about to change.
At twenty-four, I was ready to take on the city.
New York was nothing like the quiet life I had known. Towering skyscrapers stretched endlessly toward the sky, traffic filled the streets from morning until night, and thousands of strangers rushed past each other without a second glance. It was overwhelming, loud, and intimidating.
But I didn't come here expecting things to be easy.
I came because I needed an opportunity.
One chance to prove myself.
One job that could change everything.
Most importantly, I needed to earn enough money to help my father. His medical bills had been piling up, and every day that passed made the weight on my shoulders heavier. I couldn't afford to fail.
So when I finally received an opportunity to work at Reed's Global, I thought my prayers had been answered.
I was wrong.
Because my first job would lead me straight into the path of the most feared man in the company.
Liam Reed.
At twenty-eight, Liam Reed was already the powerful CEO of Reed's Global, a nationwide empire built on discipline, precision, and an absolute intolerance for mistakes.
People feared him.
Employees lowered their voices whenever he walked past. Meetings became painfully quiet when he entered the room. Even senior executives carefully measured every word around him.
One mistake could cost you your job.
One failure could erase years of hard work.
And Liam didn't believe in second chances.
Cold.
Ruthless.
Demanding.
Untouchable.
Those were the words I heard most often whenever his name was mentioned.
My first encounter with Liam Reed couldn't have gone worse.
After getting lost inside the enormous Reed's Global building, I accidentally found myself stepping into a private elevator reserved for executives. I barely had time to realize my mistake before the elevator doors opened again.
And there he stood.
Liam Reed.
The moment his eyes landed on me, I knew I was in trouble.
His gaze moved over me with an unreadable expression before his eyes narrowed.
“Who are you?”
I introduced myself, explaining that I was a new employee.
That only seemed to make things worse.
His expression hardened.
“You're not supposed to be here.”
I tried to explain, but he wasn't interested.
To him, I was simply another careless employee who had broken one of his rules.
Within minutes, my new job was hanging by a thread.
“You are Fired”
The words that nearly destroyed the only opportunity I had.
I couldn't believe it.
I had worked too hard for this.
I couldn't go back home empty-handed.
I was ready to plead my case when another voice interrupted us.
His mother.
Mrs. Evelyn Reed.
Unlike her son, she didn't look at me with suspicion. She looked at me as if she already knew something about me that I didn't know myself.
“I hired her,” she said calmly.
Liam's expression changed immediately.
“You did what?”
“She stays.”
The tension between them was impossible to miss.
For the first time, I saw someone challenge Liam Reed without fear.
His jaw tightened.
“You will not interfere with my company.”
His mother simply looked at him.
“I just did.”
Silence filled the elevator lobby.
Then she turned toward me.
“Go to your department, Emily.”
I nodded quickly and walked away before Liam could change his mind.
I didn't know it then, but that moment had changed everything.
I had entered Reed's Global believing I was simply starting a new job.
I had no idea I had just stepped into a world ruled by power, secrets, family expectations, and betrayal.
I didn't know that Liam Reed would become the man who could make my life unbearable.
I didn't know that the woman who had protected me would eventually change the course of both our lives.
And I certainly didn't know that the cold CEO who wanted me fired would one day become my husband.
A husband I never chose.
A marriage I never wanted.
A contract that would bind our lives together.
But that was still in the future.
For now, I was simply Emily Davis.
A young architect desperate for a chance.
And Liam Reed had no idea that the quiet woman he couldn't fire would soon become the one person he could no longer control.
I trudged into the cafeteria, my appetite having vanished by the time I arrived. The smell of food - fried chicken, rice, coffee - turned my stomach, making it roil with a queasy unease that had nothing to do with hunger. My mind was still stuck in Liam Reed's office, the memory of his cold voice echoing in my head like a mantra. I scanned the room, my eyes locking onto Chris and Riele at their usual table near the windows. Chris caught my gaze first."Whoa," he said, half rising from his seat, his brow furrowed with concern. "You look like you've seen a ghost.""Worse," I muttered, dropping my bag and sinking into the seat beside them, feeling like I'd been punched in the gut.Riele leaned forward, worry etched on her face. "What happened? Why did the assistant call you like that?" Her voice was low and gentle, but it was laced with a concern that made my heart sink.I hesitated, unsure how to put into words the sense of unease that had settled over me. Saying it out loud made it fee
Silence followed me like a shadow as I walked out of the conference room. Every step felt heavy, the weight of the entire department's gaze burning into my back. I could sense Jenna's glare without even turning around - it was like a cold draft on the back of my neck. Whispers trailed me down the hallway, and I kept my head down, my eyes fixed on the floor.I made my way to where Chris and Riele were waiting, the only two people I could call friends in this place. Just as I reached their area, a voice cut through the murmur. "Emily." I froze, my heart skipping a beat.Turning slowly, I saw Mr. Reed's assistant standing a few feet away, her expression neutral. "The CEO wants to see you. Now." My heart skipped again, and I nodded, swallowing hard, as I followed her down a quiet corridor I'd never been to before. The farther we walked, the quieter the building became, the air growing colder with each step.She stopped in front of a tall, dark door, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.
I'd been at Reed's Global for a week, and it felt like an eternity. Exhaustion clung to me like a damp shroud, and tension simmered just below the surface, waiting to boil over. That morning, I woke up feeling drained, my stomach twisted into knots. We were presenting to the CEO today, and the thought alone made my nerves skitter.I'd stayed up past midnight, pouring my heart into the project, and had sent it to Jenna, our team lead, as instructed. But when she replied hours later, telling me to submit my final design, I was taken aback - I could've sworn I'd already done that. A nagging doubt crept in, but I pushed it aside.I dressed with care, opting for my usual professional look: a grey knee-length skirt, a sky-blue blouse, and one-inch heels that clicked on the floor. My hair was neatly brushed and packed into a low bun, a simple yet polished finish. As I arrived at the office, I dropped my bag at my desk and followed my teammates to the conference room, the air thick with tensi
I muttered, my voice shaking, "Oh... you work here too?" The question sounded foolish the moment it left my lips. His presence screamed authority, and a shiver of fear ran down my spine for reasons I couldn't quite explain. I hadn't even noticed the elevator had stopped moving.Then, he spoke, his voice sharp as a knife. "What the hell are you doing in my company?" he demanded. "And how dare you use my personal elevator?" I froze, my heart racing like a wild animal."Are y-you... Mr. Reed?" I whispered, my voice barely audible. He didn't answer. Instead, he grabbed my wrist tightly and dragged me out of the elevator, his grip rough enough to make me stumble."Don't let me ever see you in this company again," he snapped, his words cold and menacing. "You ruined my outfit the other day - I let that go. Now you're in my company, inside my elevator, acting innocent?" His grip tightened, like a vice. "Is that the new trick you gold diggers use to trap rich men?" Tears spilled down my cheek
I woke up ridiculously early, my body buzzing with excitement like a live wire. Today was my first day at Reed's Global, and sleep had been a lost cause. I couldn't shake the feeling that this was it, the start of something big.I jumped out of bed and got ready in record time, smoothing my long, wavy brown hair into a neat bun. A quick glance in the mirror and I nodded, satisfied - I looked the part. My outfit was simple, yet professional: a knee-length brown pencil skirt, a cream silk blouse tucked in, brown pointed flats, and a matching brown bag. Safe, but not boring.As I locked my door, I caught Mary, my elderly neighbor, outside with her fluffy brown cat curled up in her arms. She smiled and wished me luck, and that small gesture warmed my heart. I headed down the long staircase and straight into a waiting taxi.The drive took an eternity - almost an hour and a half. But I was glad I'd woken up early; showing up late on my first day would've been a disaster. When the taxi final
“Can’t you look where you’re going?” a man's voice cut through me like ice. I looked up at the stranger I'd bumped into - he was good-looking, but his tone was venomous. My heart pounded as I met his gaze.“I-I’m so sorry,” I stammered, my throat tightening. “I didn’t mean to—”He laughed, a dark, mirthless sound that sent shivers down my spine. “Can your apologies replace the clothes you just ruined with that cheap drink of yours?” he asked coldly.My head dropped, tears blurring my vision as shame burned through me. I couldn't find the words to respond. When I didn't speak, he scoffed, muttered something under his breath, and walked away, leaving me standing there like I didn't matter. Like I was invisible.I stood there for what felt like hours, though it was probably just a minute. Slowly, I walked to the trash bin and threw away the muffin and what was left of my milkshake. My clothes were stained too - and somehow, it was all my fault.Why was it always like this? Why did people







