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The First Glance Hurts the Most

Chapter 1The First Glance Hurts the MostLeila Monroe’s POVIf someone had told me that my summer internship would begin with chaos, I would have doubted and possibly wouldn’t have worn heels that blisters the feet.“Excuse me,” I muttered as I managed to pass between a pair of assistants gathered at the elevator side, clutching my tote like it was my armor. The building was made of glass, steel, and silence towered above me like it belonged in another different world that I didn’t belong to.Twenty-two floors up was the Whitlock Group, carved out in quiet power. Minimalist, cruelly pristine, expensive enough to make someone like myself feel disposable. My resume might’ve been plucked out from a sea of overachievers, but walking into that marble lobby, I knew one thing that everyone was replaceable including myself Everyone except him.Sebastian Whitlock.His name wasn’t just engraved on the walls of the building. It was evident into the way the doors closed too quickly and silently

The Office Door Was Never Supposed to Close Behind Her

Chapter 2 The Office Door Was Never Supposed to Close Behind Her Leila Monroe’s POV The next day, I tried my very best to act normal. I drank my usual morning lukewarm coffee, I answered emails, attended and sat in meetings where words floated above like smoke I couldn’t catch, I obviously could not understand a thing but I made sure to understand. Everything about myself seemed perfectly rehearsed except my heartbeat, which had not yet found a steady rhythm since yesterday’s encounter at the rooftop. He hadn’t touched me yet. He actually doesn’t need to. But the look in his eyes that cool, was giving a calculating spark and I felt it still pressed against my skin like a bruise no one else could see except for I. I told myself obviously that it meant nothing. He was married and my boss’ boss…twenty years older plus he is a man known more for his silence than his interest in interns. So when my inbox pinged at 3:47 p.m with a message marked “PRIORITY AND TREAT AS URGENT”.

Some Silences Know Too Much

Chapter 3Some Silences Know Too MuchLeila Monroe’s POVThere were days when I totally forgot to breathe around him.Not because he did anything.But because he didn’t.Sebastian Whitlock didn’t linger in hallways nor even by elevators or “accidentally” show up in the same meeting twice. And yet his presence haunted the air like aftershave and thunder. Silent. Unyielding.Every time I caught a glimpse of him a flicker of his frame behind his glass, his voice clipped in a conference call, the shape of his back as he past walked through the office without looking once in my direction it all felt like I was unraveling by degrees.And still, he never for once touched me.Not even accidentally.Not even to hand me a pen.I immediately started craving the absence and it made me insane.I wanted it to snap.But he never let it.Three days passed.No emails.No elevator rides.No private messages with locked subjects.Just….me.The space between he and I , which somehow felt thicker than the

The Room Was Too Small for Three

chapter 4The Room Was Too Small for ThreeLeila Monroe’s POVThe investor gala gleamed with crystal glasses and hollow laughter, and I had never felt more watched in my life.Not just by him.But by Anderson too.He’d been circling me all night with fake smiles, lingering glances, his hand brushing mine too many times when I passed the champagne.I didn’t come here to flirt with my boss because she knew Sebastian would be here.And when my doe eyes found him across the marble room, dark suit, hand buried in his pocket, jaw clenched like he’d rather be anywhere else, I almost turned to liquid in my clicking heels.He hadn’t looked at me like that in the office.Like he felt it too.But Anderson saw it.He saw everything."You clean up nice," he said from behind her, far too close for comfort. His breath touched her neck. “Not every intern gets an invite. Especially dressed like that.”I smiled politely and took a sip of the drink. “I was told you needed help with logistics.”“I needed

He Didn’t Want Her: He Wanted Control

chapter 5He Didn’t Just Want Her:He Wanted Control.Leila Monroe’s POVI was five minutes late the next morning.Just five.But Anderson was already at my desk.His smile didn’t reach his eyes.“You’re slipping, Leila.”I blinked. “The train….”He held up a hand. “Excuses are unbecoming.”The office was quiet, the hum of productivity masking the undertone of threat in his voice. His eyes dropped to my neckline, lingered, then lifted with mock professionalism.“You and I should have a chat. Privately.”Her stomach coiled.“I’m behind on Sebastian’s report…”“Funny,” he said immediately, leaning down, voice low. “You weren’t behind when you were moaning his name on that balcony.”I was shocked.He knew.“You followed me?”“I own the security feeds, Leila.”I stood too fast, my tender heart slamming. “That’s illegal”.“Sweetheart,” he said softly, “you’re in no position to lecture me about ethics. Or loyalty.”And there it was his game.Jealousy wrapped in moral superiority. Lust cloake

Whispers, Warmings & War

Chapter 6Whispers, Warnings & WarLeila Monroe’s POV---I was still shaky when I walked out of Sebastian’s office it was not from what we’d done but from what it meant.He didn’t just touch my body.He touched something deeper…something I hadn’t let anyone near since my father’s death, since trust had become a fragile currency I held instead of spent.But this wasn’t love.Not yet.This was something else, it was possession laced with fire and protection laced with power.And it was waking something dangerous inside me.---Back at my desk, the smirk on Anderson’s face twisted.He’d heard.He obviously wanted me to know he’d heard.And yet… he didn’t say a word.Not yet that day.It was exactly 4:47 p.m the same day when a small, square envelope slid across my desk.It had no name and no office stamp.Just the words:“You’re not the first. But you can be the last.”And signed “A Friend”My pulse skipped.Inside, there was a photograph….grainy with Black-and-white surveillance style.

He Didn’t Ask for Permission

---Chapter 7He Didn’t Ask for PermissionLeila Monroe’s POV---The note shook in my hand…..“Watch this alone and make sure to tell Sebastian nothing.”I stared at the words until they blurred out as tears had welled up in my eyes, something in my gut twisted, dark and heavy, it got my mind twisted too.I should have waited…., I….. I should have called someone, I should have taken the damn flash drive to the police, I had multiple thoughts running in my head obviously but I didn’t.I was already unlocking my laptop, fingers moving like they didn’t belong to me and I slide in the flash drive with a faint click.One file.VID\_AMA005.I hesitated… then I pressed play.It was grainy, Black-and-white, exactly just like the photo with the same hallway and the same timestamp.But this time, the woman “Amelia” was moving fast with her heels clicking like gunfire, and her breath ragged.She was being chased.And though the camera didn’t catch the pursuer’s face, I saw the edge of a tailored

The Wolf at her Door

---Chapter 8The Wolf at Her DoorSebastian’s POV---She thinks she can hide things from me, It’s almost adorable.The way her fingers trembled when she shoved something small and metallic behind her back. The way her eyes darted to the laptop she’d slammed shut, like she was guarding a wound, it was so obvious.Leila Monroe has always been a terrible liar.But tonight… tonight she was worse.And I could taste the reason why.---I stayed after I should have left and it was not because of I needed more of her…though God knows I did but because her silence told me something the sex didn’t.She was holding a piece of the puzzle I’d been chasing for months and she didn’t even know how sharp its edges were.---While she showered, I wandered through her apartment, casual in the way a predator strolls through a field that belongs to it.Her laptop sat on the coffee table, dark screen staring back at me but the flash drive was gone.Of course it was and I expected it to be gone.I didn’t

The Wolf at her Door

--- Chapter 9 The Wolf at Her Door Sebastian POV --- She had woken up and the city was with the strike of morning rays when did she wake up. Not the kind of soft gray of rain or the cloudy weathers, but the steel gray of a sharp blade , like a thin fast light cutting through her window blinds and slicing the room into shadows and exposure. She had moved quietly in the kitchen, obviously thinking I was sound asleep. But I wasn’t…”Wolves don’t sleep” I was watching her exact movements and precise reflection in the dark glass of her balcony doors. Leila Monroe looked like a woman trying to walk barefoot through a large minefield…every movement was very careful and every pause was deliberate. She didn’t know that half the mines were mine. --- When she finally returned, I was leaning against the frame, still in yesterday’s shirt, coffee in hand. “You make terrible coffee,” I said. Her mouth twitched, like she wanted to argue but knew I was right. “You could’ve

The Message in the Wolf’s Mouth

Chapter 10 The Message in the Wolf’s Mouth Leila Monroe’s POV --- There’s a certain kind of morning where everything feels too precise and too detailed were the light’s were too sharp and the air was too still with that feeling of world behaving as if it’s been arranged for you or against you. That is exactly what today felt like in my little world. This is the specific kind of morning you don’t trust, because beauty can hide it’s teeth. --- Sebastian had left or at least I thought he had by the time I got out of the shower. My apartment was quiet in that way you feel it in your ribs, like the atmosphere is holding its very own breath. The coffee machine still carried the faint, bitter scent of his coffee. I didn’t remember hearing him leave, but maybe I’d been too lost in thought to notice or maybe wolves just know how to leave without a tracing sound. --- The day moved in a kind of blur….the subway, the glass elevator ride to my floor, the fake smiles in the hal

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