LOGINThe following morning, the city was already awake, but Elena felt as though the world around her had shifted overnight. The gala had ended hours ago, yet the echoes of whispered speculations and pointed glances seemed to follow her at every step. She could feel the weight of being Sebastian Vale’s fiancée pressing against her, a silent but constant reminder that she had crossed into a world she barely understood.
Sebastian appeared in the kitchen, dressed sharply in a tailored gray suit, reviewing his tablet. “Morning,” he said, without looking up.
“Morning,” Elena replied, sipping her coffee. “Are we… going to face Victor today?”
He glanced at her, eyebrows raised. “If by ‘face,’ you mean deal with his first real move to destabilize you, then yes. That’s inevitable.”
Her stomach tightened. She had anticipated confrontation, but the idea of being a pawn in his schemes made her uneasy.
“He’s already started,” Sebastian continued, turning toward her. “I received a call from your company’s main supplier this morning. They’ve been approached by Reynolds Capital, offering better terms if they cut ties with Hart Industries.”
Elena’s pulse quickened. “He’s trying to sabotage me.”
“Yes,” Sebastian said simply. “And he’ll escalate if we don’t respond strategically. That’s why today’s your first real test.”
A test. She had imagined challenges—boardroom meetings, media attention—but this was different. This was a calculated attack on her independence, on everything she had worked to protect.
Sebastian handed her a folder filled with reports and contracts. “You need to meet with the supplier. Convince them to stay. I’ll be available if you need guidance, but you do this.”
Her hands shook slightly as she took the folder. “You mean… on my own?”
“You’ll have me beside you when it counts,” he said, his gaze steady. “But this—this is your moment to show them who Elena Hart really is.”
She swallowed and nodded, taking a deep breath. “Alright. Let’s do this.”
The drive to the supplier’s headquarters was tense. Sebastian remained silent, offering no advice, no reassurance—only a firm presence beside her. Elena studied him, noticing the faint crease between his eyebrows, the way his fingers tapped lightly on the steering wheel. He was calm, collected, and utterly intimidating.
When they arrived, the lobby was bustling with staff and clients. Elena stepped forward, her shoulders back, heart pounding. Sebastian followed, as expected, but remained a few steps behind, a shadow of support rather than a shield.
“Ms. Hart,” the supplier’s manager greeted, surprise flashing across his face. “I wasn’t expecting…”
“Elena Hart,” she said firmly, cutting him off, “and I’m here because Hart Industries values your partnership. I understand Reynolds Capital has approached you, but I want to make one thing clear—we have a long-standing relationship, built on trust and integrity. That doesn’t end because someone is offering better terms.”
The manager hesitated, glancing at Sebastian, who remained silent, observing with inscrutable eyes.
Elena pressed on. “I can’t force you to stay, but I can assure you that Hart Industries is committed to mutual growth. We will not compromise our standards or our partnership. I hope you’ll consider what matters in the long term, not just immediate gains.”
There was a pause, heavy and deliberate. The manager looked at Sebastian. He gave a subtle nod.
“I… understand,” the manager said finally. “We’ll honor our agreement with Hart Industries.”
Relief and adrenaline coursed through Elena. She had done it—she had faced the first test and emerged victorious.
Sebastian’s gaze softened slightly as they walked back to the car. “You handled that beautifully,” he said. “Exactly the way I hoped.”
Elena smiled, a mixture of pride and disbelief. “I couldn’t have done it without you… standing there.”
“I wasn’t standing there,” he corrected gently. “I was beside you. And that’s the difference.”
Her chest fluttered at the implication. It wasn’t just a lesson in business—it was a lesson in trust, in partnership, in shared strength.
As they drove back to the Vale Residence, Elena realized something important: this was no longer just a contractual arrangement. Every step, every decision, every interaction was teaching her not just how to survive—but how to thrive. And in the midst of this dangerous game, she couldn’t help but notice the subtle pull between herself and Sebastian—a tension that neither of them could ignore.
By the time they arrived home, Elena knew one thing for certain: the world had already begun to change around her, and the real test—the test of power, love, and survival—was only just beginning.
The media storm lasted three days.Three days of headlines, speculation, anonymous “sources,” and relentless scrutiny. Elena learned quickly that silence was a luxury she could no longer afford. Every word mattered. Every expression was dissected.By the fourth night, exhaustion settled deep into her bones.She sat alone in the quiet living room of the Vale Residence, curled on one end of the sofa, a thin blanket wrapped around her shoulders. The city outside glowed softly, but tonight it offered no comfort.Sebastian had been in meetings since dawn.When he finally returned, Elena barely heard the door open.“You should be resting,” he said gently.She looked up, startled. His tie was loosened, suit jacket gone, sleeves rolled up—small signs of fatigue he rarely allowed anyone to see.“I tried,” she said. “My mind won’t stop.”He crossed the room and sat at the opposite end of the sofa, leaving space between them. “Victor released another statement,” he said. “It’s weaker than the la
The rain returned that evening, soft but relentless, blurring the city lights into streaks of silver and gold. Elena stood by the window of the Vale Residence, her reflection faint in the glass. The day had been exhausting—meetings, calls, strategy discussions—but it was the quiet moments that unsettled her most.Quiet gave her memories room to breathe.“You’re thinking about him,” Sebastian said behind her.She turned, startled. “I didn’t hear you.”“You rarely do,” he replied mildly.She sighed. “Yes. Victor. And… my father. Everything feels tangled.”Sebastian studied her for a moment, then gestured toward the sofa. “Sit with me.”It wasn’t an order. That alone made it different.They sat, a careful distance between them. The city hummed beyond the glass walls.“My father trusted Victor,” Elena said quietly. “He believed Victor would help protect the company if anything happened to him. I wonder sometimes if that trust is what destroyed everything.”Sebastian’s jaw tightened. “Your
The following morning, the city was already awake, but Elena felt as though the world around her had shifted overnight. The gala had ended hours ago, yet the echoes of whispered speculations and pointed glances seemed to follow her at every step. She could feel the weight of being Sebastian Vale’s fiancée pressing against her, a silent but constant reminder that she had crossed into a world she barely understood.Sebastian appeared in the kitchen, dressed sharply in a tailored gray suit, reviewing his tablet. “Morning,” he said, without looking up.“Morning,” Elena replied, sipping her coffee. “Are we… going to face Victor today?”He glanced at her, eyebrows raised. “If by ‘face,’ you mean deal with his first real move to destabilize you, then yes. That’s inevitable.”Her stomach tightened. She had anticipated confrontation, but the idea of being a pawn in his schemes made her uneasy.“He’s already started,” Sebastian continued, turning toward her. “I received a call from your company
The streets of the city shimmered under the late afternoon sun as Elena and Sebastian stepped out of the Vale Tower. Cameras from paparazzi swarmed, snapping flashes that reflected off his sleek black sedan. Elena’s heart pounded—not from fear of the camera, but from the realization that her life had become a spectacle overnight.Sebastian slid his arm around her waist as they approached the car. The gesture was subtle, controlled, yet unmistakable. Every eye followed them. Every whisper spread like wildfire.“She’s stunning,” one reporter murmured into a microphone.“Do we know who she is?” another asked.Elena clenched her hands inside her coat pockets. She had faced critics before, investors and colleagues who doubted her abilities, but this was different. Now, every step she took carried weight—an image of a couple, a union of power and influence.In the car, Sebastian’s expression was calm, almost bored, while Elena’s stomach churned.“Are you ready?” he asked, voice low.“For wh
The morning sun poured into the Vale Residence like liquid gold, highlighting the modern elegance of the penthouse. Elena stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, staring at the city below. The streets looked ordinary, yet the stakes she had just stepped into made every ordinary detail feel charged with tension.Sebastian appeared silently behind her, coffee in hand. He set the cup on the glass table beside her and leaned casually against the window frame. “You’re quiet,” he observed. “Thinking about last night?”She didn’t turn to him. “I’m thinking about how quickly everything changes. One wrong glance, one careless word, and the entire world shifts.”He smiled faintly. “Welcome to my life.”Elena looked at him then, really looked, noticing the subtle lines around his eyes, the way his jaw was always slightly tense. She had spent hours imagining what he would be like in the boardroom, in magazines, in rumors. But this—this close, unguarded presence—was something else entirely. It was i
By noon, the news broke.Elena saw it first on a massive screen above a downtown intersection as Sebastian’s car glided to a stop at the light.VALE INTERNATIONAL CEO SEEN WITH MYSTERY WOMAN — WEDDING ANNOUNCEMENT IMMINENT?Her breath caught.The photo beneath the headline showed the back of her head as she stepped out of the Vale Residence that morning, Sebastian beside her, his hand resting—intentionally—at the small of her back.“So it begins,” she murmured.Sebastian didn’t look away from his tablet. “It began the moment you said yes.”She shifted in her seat, smoothing invisible wrinkles from her dress. It wasn’t extravagant, but it fit her perfectly—tailored overnight by people who didn’t ask questions.“I feel like I’m walking into a battlefield,” she admitted.“You are,” Sebastian replied calmly. “But you won’t be alone.”That should have comforted her.Instead, it made her chest tighten.The car pulled up in front of Vale Tower, a steel-and-glass monument to power. Employees







