All Chapters of The CEO Who Wants My Soul and Body: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

NOVA'S POVThe email from my scholarship advisor had arrived on a Tuesday morning, the subject line flagged as urgent… “” Exceptional Opportunity–Rochefort Global.”” I'd read it three times before the words actually penetrated. A temporary administrative position. Three months. Working directly under the executive management team of one of the most powerful corporations in the country. My advisor, Dr. Chen, had written that they specifically requested someone from our program… someone with discretion, intelligence, and the kind of hunger that came from having nothing to lose.The pay alone would cover my tuition for the next two semesters.I'd accepted before I could talk myself out of it.Now, standing in the marble foyer of the Rochefort estate on a Friday afternoon, I was reconsidering that decision with something approaching panic. The building itself seemed designed to intimidate… soaring ceilings that disappeared into shadow, floor-to-ceiling windows that framed the city like

NOVA'S POVMonday arrived so fast For me… with the kind of inevitability that suggested I'd never really had a choice about whether to show up. I'd spent the weekend in a state of suspended anxiety… researching the Rochefort name online, staring at photographs of their corporate headquarters, and trying very hard not to think about the dream that had woken me at three in the morning.The dream I'd been having variations of ever since.Six forty-five a.m. found me standing in front of the Rochefort building, which looked even more imposing in the grey pre-dawn light. The structure rose forty stories into a sky that hadn't quite decided whether to be blue or remain stubbornly grey. Glass and steel and the kind of architectural ambition that suggested the people inside believed themselves to be above the limitations that governed ordinary mortals.The security desk was staffed by a man who barely glanced at my employee badge before waving me through. I took the elevator to the executive

NOVA'S POVI didn't sleep that night... I just lay in my bed and kept l staring at the ceiling, replaying the conversation over and over.The way he'd asked about the dream, The intensity in his voice...The question that had felt less like curiosity and more like he was searching for something specific.Around two in the morning, I did something I'd been avoiding since Friday. I opened my laptop and searched "Rochefort family history."The results were extensive. Corporate accolades. Philanthropic initiatives. Press releases about acquisitions and mergers. But there was also historical information...genealogies and family trees that stretched back centuries. I scrolled through generations of Rochefort CEOs, each one marked by dates and accomplishments.And then I found it. A historical section about the family's origins, and a portrait labeled "Rochefort CEO, 1847: Marcus Rochefort."The portrait showed a man with silver-grey eyes and dark hair swept back from a sharp-featured face. T

MYLES' POV The lock engaged with a soft click that reverberated through the office like a period at the end of a sentence. Myles watched Nova's expression shift…First surprise, then wariness, then something deeper that he recognized as the first real crack in her carefully maintained composure.She moved toward the windows, putting the expanse of his office between them, but it was a futile gesture. There was nowhere in this space that existed beyond his reach."This isn't appropriate," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor beneath it. "Whatever you're planning… ""I'm not planning anything," he replied, moving to his bar and pouring two glasses of expensive scotch. The ritual of it was deliberate, designed to project calm while the thing inside him that recognized her soul was clawing at his control like something feral. "I'm clarifying."He extended one glass toward her. She didn't take it."Clarifying w

 NOVA'S POV The rest of the orientation passed in a blur of corporate policies and benefits information that I absorbed without truly processing. My mind was fragmented, scattered across multiple concerns that all seemed to spiral back to the same central question: what was happening to me?The anonymous warnings had stopped after the fourth message, but their absence was somehow more unsettling than their presence. Whoever was sending them knew my schedule, my location, and apparently had access to encrypted communication channels that bypassed standard cellular networks. The messages felt less like warnings and more like threats disguised as protection.By the time evening arrived and Katherine dismissed me from the office, I was exhausted in a way that transcended physical fatigue. It was a spiritual exhaustion, the kind that came from being pulled in multiple directions by forces I didn't understand.I was heading toward the