Se connecterTomorrow Morning……
Elara's head throbbed with pain. Sue couldn’t remember exactly what had happened the night before. As she sat up, she realized she was in her own flat, but her clothes had been changed. Confused, she grabbed her phone and checked the log for when she had entered her flat. It said four hours ago.
When she watched the CCTV footage, she saw Alex had brought her in. She was shocked to see herself unconscious, being carried inside.
After a shower, she dressed quickly and headed out. Near the lift, she spotted Alex waiting. She rushed towards “How the hell did I get here?” she asked, her voice was shrap.
Alex grinned and said, “I brought you here, obviously.”
Elara frowned and said “ Tell me what happened last night.”
He leaned casually against the lift door, giving her a playful look. “Let's take a ride baby, I'll tell you everything on the way.”
She hesitated but nodded. They both got into Alex's car and started driving to the office.
“Now, spill”, Elara demanded.
Alex took a deep breath, then signed dramatically, “Grayson tried to kidnap you.”
Elara blinked, stunned. “What? That’s insane! He’s my colleague! Sire, He’s been flirting, but kidnapping? No way.”
Alex chuckled, his eyes flicking to her briefly, “ You're a heartbreaker, Baby. The poor guy couldn’t handle it. But don’t worry, I was there to save the day.”
He flashed her a teasing smile. “Maybe you owe me dinner or something.”
Elara's irritation simmered beneath the surface as she listened to Alex’s light-hearted tone. "Don't you ever know when to be serious?" she snapped, her frustration spilling over. "We agreed to go out for dinner, yes, but I'm thinking about Grayson. How could he even suggest such a thing?"
Without a word, Alex slowed the car to a sudden stop. The abrupt halt sent her heart racing, but before she could question him, he unbuckled his seatbelt. In one swift movement, he leaned closer, his face only inches away from hers.
Elara's breath caught in her throat. The air in the car felt thick with tension, and her pulse drummed in her ears as her eyes met his.
Alex's gaze was intense, almost unreadable, as he whispered, his voice low and possessive, “I don’t want my woman thinking about any other man when she’s with me.”
The warmth of his breath brushed her skin, and Elara’s heart skipped a beat. His closeness overwhelmed her senses, his presence magnetic and unrelenting.
Her chest tightened as her lips parted slightly, anticipating what might come next. She couldn’t move, couldn’t think, she was entirely captivated by the intensity of the moment.
Then, Alex leaned in even closer, their faces now only centimeters apart. Elara instinctively closed her eyes, her breath quickening. The world outside the car seemed to disappear.
His lips, soft and deliberate, grazed her lips in a feather-light kiss that sent shivers down her spine. It wasn’t the kiss she had expected, but it left her more breathless than she thought possible.
When he pulled back, a slow, knowing smile played on his lips. Elara felt her cheeks flush a deep shade of red. She couldn’t meet his eyes, afraid they might reveal the flurry of emotions she was trying so hard to hide. The silence in the car was heavy, and even though she longed to speak, words failed her.
As they pulled into the office parking lot, Elara’s embarrassment was palpable. The moment had left her shaken, unsure of what to say or how to act. Before Alex could say anything more, she quickly unbuckled her seatbelt and rushed out of the car, her footsteps hurried as she made her way to her department.
Inside, something felt off. As Elara entered the floor, she noticed her colleagues’ eyes on her—curious, questioning stares that made her feel even more uneasy.
Whispers followed her as she passed, but no one said anything directly. Her stomach twisted with unease, but she forced herself to remain calm.
"Congratulations," a girl from another team said as she passed by, flashing Elara a knowing smile.
Elara blinked in confusion. "Congratulations?" she echoed, trying to mask the bewilderment in her voice.
The girl just smiled wider and continued on her way, leaving Elara standing in the middle of the office, even more confused than before. What were they all talking about? Why was everyone looking at me like that?
She needed answers. And she knew exactly where to get them.
Elara stormed into Alex’s cabin, her eyes narrowing at the sight before her. A few of Alex’s friends were casually joking around him, but their conversation abruptly stopped when they noticed her entrance. They exchanged strange, almost knowing glances, and one by one, they excused themselves, leaving the room with odd smiles aimed at Alex.
As the door clicked shut behind them, Elara crossed her arms. “What the hell is going on, Alex? Why is everyone acting so weird?”
Alex’s smirk grew wider, and instead of answering, he slowly walked toward her. Her heart raced, beating faster with each step he took. She didn’t know what he was up to, but his playful expression made her uneasy. As he advanced, Elara instinctively moved backward, until her legs hit the couch, making her sit down with a small stumble.
Alex bent down to her level, his face inches from hers, his gaze intense. The closeness made her feel strange, her thoughts swirling with questions.
“Elara,” he whispered, his voice teasing. “You really want to know what happened yesterday, don’t you?” His breath brushed against her ear, sending an involuntary shiver down her spine.
Elara clenched her jaw, trying to stay composed. “Just stop this, Alex, and come to the point!” she snapped, pushing him away. Her eyes flicked toward the slightly open door, noticing a few curious glances from their coworkers who seemed to be waiting for a scene.
Alex chuckled softly, clearly enjoying himself. “Oh, they’re watching, huh?” He leaned in again, closer this time. “Well, let’s give them something to talk about.”
Before she could protest, he pressed a quick kiss on her cheek. Her cheeks immediately burned, turning bright red from the sudden gesture. From outside the door, the onlookers let out an amused cheer, “Aww!”
Elara’s embarrassment quickly turned to anger. She glared at Alex, pouting in frustration. “Can you stop with your nonsense and just spill it already?”
But Alex wasn’t done teasing. With that infuriating smirk, he leaned in again as if to kiss her once more. His lips hovered close to hers, barely brushing against her skin. “What if I don’t stop? Maybe you like it?” he whispered, his tone both playful and challenging.
That was it. Elara’s patience snapped. She shoved him hard, sending him stumbling backward onto the floor. Without a second thought, she grabbed the nearest object : a pen from the table, and pointed it at his neck, her eyes flashing dangerously.
“I’m not playing games, Alex,” she hissed. “Tell me what happened yesterday, or I swear I’ll kill you.”
Alex raised his hands defensively, his smirk faltering. “Whoa, okay! Calm down!” He stared at her with wide eyes, half-amused, half-nervous. “I’m your boyfriend, remember? You’re not really going to kill me.”
“Try me,” Elara growled, keeping the pen pointed at him. “If you don’t start talking, you’ll find out.”
Realizing she wasn’t bluffing, Alex sighed. “Alright, alright. Here’s what happened. You were drugged yesterday…..by him,” he said, his tone growing serious. “I was taking you back when he showed up, completely wasted. He started accusing me of trying to take advantage of you. That’s when things got ugly. You... you lost your temper, Elara. You grabbed a bottle and smashed it over his head. Now he’s in the hospital.”
Elara’s grip on the pen loosened as she processed his words. Her expression softened, but her voice remained sharp. “Why didn’t you tell me this earlier?”
Alex slowly stood up, brushing off his clothes. “I didn’t want to stress you out more than you already were. I figured you might’ve forgotten everything.”
“I don’t forget,” Elara said coldly, tossing the pen aside. She stood up, crossing her arms again. “Next time, don’t make me push you to get the truth.”
Alex flashed a small grin, though it was less confident now. “Got it. No more teasing… though I have to admit, seeing you with that pen? Kind of hot.”
Elara rolled her eyes, though a tiny smirk tugged at her lips. “You’re unbelievable.” Giving pause she asked “In which hospital he is?”
Alex raising his eyebrows said “ In city hospital “
Elara nodded and went.
Alex “I literally don't know what to do with her. Alex you have fallen for a dangerous woman she won't even think twice to kill you before.”
One hour later…
Elara reached the hospital……….
The boardroom doors opened without announcement.Conversation faltered mid-sentence.Elara Thornfield stepped inside.The room was already full too full. Men who rarely shared the same space now occupied one long oval table, their presence deliberate, their alliance temporary but dangerous. Floor-to-ceiling glass walls reflected the city behind them, turning their silhouettes into distorted doubles. Power liked mirrors.Elara did not pause at the threshold.She walked in with measured steps, heels silent against polished marble, posture straight but unforced. Her suit was dark, understated, impeccably cut—authority without excess. She carried no files, no tablet, no visible armor.She didn’t need them.Eyes followed her.Charles Whitmore stopped whispering to Daniel Cross. Elliot Graves lowered his phone slowly, as if reminded that this moment required attention. Even Victor Lancaster straightened slightly in his cha
The city slept uneasily beneath a veil of mist, its skyline blurred like a lie told too often. From the floor-to-ceiling windows of her penthouse, Elara Thornfield watched the lights pulse, old, distant, obedient. The world always looked honest from this height. That was its greatest deception.She stood barefoot on marble, sleeves rolled past her elbows, dark hair pulled into a loose knot that spoke of intent rather than elegance. The room around her was silent except for the soft hum of encrypted servers hidden behind an art panel. No guards. No staff. This was where truth was stripped bare.The documents lay spread across the glass table.Original contracts. Filed copies. Bank guarantees. Digital scans. And one poisoned thread woven through them all.Elara picked up the first contract—the legitimate one. Her fingers traced the signature at the bottom. Clean. Confident. Axel’s hand had always been precise, pressure balanced, the final stroke sli
Axel’s pulse raced, but his mind was razor-sharp. The corridor was dim, the air thick with tension. He wasn’t about to let intimidation dictate his actions. These men had cornered him, thinking fear would do the work for them. They didn’t know him.As the first man stepped forward, Axel shifted his weight, every muscle coiled like a spring, ready for the slightest move. His eyes swept the corridor, taking note of shadows, doors, and possible escape routes.“Brave words,” the man sneered, stepping closer. “For someone who”Before he could finish, Axel lunged. His strike was precise, aimed at the shoulder, followed by a twist that sent the man stumbling into the wall with a thud. Pain and surprise flashed across the attacker’s face.The other men reacted instantly, but Axel was already moving. Years of training both physical and mental had prepared him for situations exactly like this. He ducked under a swing, pivoted, and used the attacker’s m
Axel left his office later that evening, the weight of the day still pressing on his shoulders. The building was quiet now, the hum of fluorescent lights and the soft buzz of the air conditioning the only sounds accompanying his steps. He checked his phone. No new messages. No urgent alerts. Just the same warning he had received earlier: “Be careful. They’re moving faster than you think.” He frowned. Who could have sent it? He didn’t recognize the number. Maybe one of the clerks, one of the junior staff trying to warn him. Or perhaps… someone with motives he couldn’t yet understand.. Shrugging off the unease, he made his way toward the materials storage room. The day’s evidence—documents, purchase records, contracts—was still there, and he wanted to double-check them himself. If someone had manipulated the board’s decision, he wanted to see it firsthand. He didn’t notice the subtle shift in the security cameras a
The boardroom slowly emptied.Chairs scraped softly against the polished floor. Voices dropped into murmurs and then into silence as one by one, the powerful figures who had just debated Axel’s fate walked out—some satisfied, some irritated, some quietly plotting.Axel remained seated.His hands were clenched on the table, knuckles white, mind spinning far louder than the room ever had.None of it made sense.And then—there she was.Elara.Standing near the far end of the table, calm as if she belonged there. Not flustered. Not intimidated. As if she hadn’t just faced men and women who could end careers with a signature.Axel pushed his chair back abruptly and stood.“Wait.”His voice echoed slightly in the now-empty room.Elara paused but didn’t turn immediately. When she did, her expression was neutral—almost professional. Too composed for an interior designer who had just argued with the boar
The doors of the meeting hall burst open, she didn’t walk — she invaded.Her heels struck the marble floor like thunder, each step deliberate, unforgiving. Conversations died mid-breath. Heads snapped up. Fear rippled across the long table.Her eyes were no longer human.They burned red.She didn’t bother sitting. She stopped at the center of the room and fixed her gaze on Axel like a blade finding flesh.“Did you do this?”The words rang sharp, merciless, echoing off glass and steel.Axel looked up slowly. Surprise flickered first — then hurt. Not the look of a man caught in guilt, but of one wounded by doubt.Around them, the board waited. Hungry. Expectant.Say it, she thought fiercely.Say no.Her fingers curled, nails biting into her palm as the red in her vision deepened—“Elara.”The voice wasn’t real.She blinked.The vision shattered.The real meeting hall came back into focus — bright lights, polished wood, restrained tension humming beneath forced civility. Executives sat r







