All Chapters of Beneath the billionaire shadows : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

On my first day, there were no formal procedures no papers to sign, no official orientation. I was simply asked to start working immediately. I was shown to an office located near his, separated only by a door. I was given a brand-new phone, laptop, and iPad, but no clear instructions on what my role or responsibilities are. The next few days passed in a blur of chaos, commands, and confusion. Kai Ashford didn’t just work he demanded. Everything with him was now, urgent, precise. The kind of man who didn’t repeat himself, didn’t tolerate delays, and most definitely didn’t explain anything twice. I spent hours organizing files I didn’t even understand, answering emails that weren’t meant for me, and sitting silently in meetings where I felt like a ghost among wolves. I didn’t know what I was doing most of the time I just went with the flow. He never complained. I followed him everywhere, and whenever I didn’t understand something, I simply left it as it was. Still, he never said a w

I couldn’t respond. My mind swirled in a fog, heart pounding so loud I thought he’d hear it. My hands gripped his shirt like a lifeline, trembling between fear and desire. Every gentle touch sent sparks dancing under my skin. Even as my thoughts screamed to stop, my body leaned into him, drawn by a need I didn’t fully understand. His lips moved slowly, worshipping every inch of me tracing my collarbone, lingering at my neck. Each kiss was a promise, soft and patient, letting me know I was safe. When his hands found my waist, steady and warm, I surrendered to the moment, letting go of every doubt. The electric thrill of our skin meeting made my breath hitch, and though I was scared, I wanted this,wanted him. This was my first time. My heart fluttered wildly, but I trusted him. I let him in feeling every moment By the time sleep finally claimed me, I was curled tightly in his arms, completely lost in the whirlwind that was him. Suddenly, a deep connection sparked between us—I could

I didn’t remember how I walk out of the building. Everything felt like white noise. By the time I reached home, my heels felt like bricks and my soul even heavier. I kicked them off at the door and dropped my bag on the floor without a second glance. The room was silent, painfully so, I needed the quiet… or maybe I deserved it. I lay on my bed fully dressed, my back facing the twinkle ceiling, but my mind was running wild. I am starting to feel exhausted,the thought of Kai is eating me up,why did it hurt this much? It's just 2 days without him and I think I can't survive it I sighed, closing my eyes, trying not to let the sting win. I was there just tossing around thinking and wondering about this new life till sun start to sets that’s when the room door creaked open. I blinked up, It was Kai. "Kai?" I sat up, startled,my voice shaking more than I wanted it to. He was grinning, a soft smile plastered on the face I yearn for, "You’re home?" I breathed, rushing up from the bed

I stepped out of the car, heart rattling against my ribs like it was trying to flee before I did. The building towered over me all glass, steel, and power sleek and intimidating. People moved in and out like they belonged. Suits, heels, phones to their ears. Everyone looked important. Everyone looked like they knew why they were here. I… did not. Still, I walked in. The air inside was crisp and cool, carrying the faint scent of expensive coffee and ambition. My shoes made soft taps against the marble floor, almost drowned by the chatter and distant footsteps echoing around the high-ceilinged lobby. His name Kai Ashford gleamed in silver on the wall behind the reception. And there… there was his photo. A massive portrait of him, arms crossed, confident, untouchable. My stomach twisted. What the hell am I doing here? I stood frozen near the elevator bank, trying to breathe evenly, trying not to scream. I didn’t even know what floor his office is I didn’t know if I’d be allowed

Everywhere went silence after a while, I lay there on the cold carpet, my cheek pressed against the fibers, tears slipping down silently. I wasn’t crying loud, no just... leaking. My chest ached, not from what had just happened, but from everything I had buried that was now clawing its way out. I didn’t want to remember. I didn’t. But trauma doesn’t ask permission. The mirror across the room caught my attention. At first, it was just my reflection broken girl on the floor but then I blinked... and I saw her. My mother. Not her face exactly ,but the shape. The pose. The same way she used to lie down in the room floor after a fight. It hit me like a slap. That was her. That was me. I curled up tighter, hugging my knees, shivering from the memory. Back then, the house I grew up was smaller and the violence louder.I was maybe six the first time I saw blood on my mom’s lip. My father was a drunk, a mean one. He had a voice that could shake walls and fists that didn’t care