Semua Bab The CEO I was never meant to love : Bab 1 - Bab 10

The city looked different at midnight.Los Angeles lost its glamour once the crowds thinned, the neon signs buzzing too loudly in the quiet.Lena walked without direction, the hem of her dress brushing against her knees with every step.Her heels dangled from her fingers, the broken strap cutting slightly into her skin.She barely noticed.Her phone screen was black.She pressed the power button again, harder this time, like force might bring it back to life.Nothing.The reflection staring back at her from the glass was warped and unfamiliar.She slipped the phone into her clutch as if hiding it would hurt less.Her feet began to ache, sharp and insistent.The sidewalk was rough, tiny stones biting into her soles.She slowed, then stopped, bending slightly to rub one foot against the other.A laugh drifted from somewhere behind her, distant but loud enough to make her shoulders tense.She straightened and kept walking.The streets smelled like damp concrete and stale alcohol.A trash

The car hummed through quiet streets, city lights reflected in the tinted windows.Lena kept her eyes on the passing scenery, pretending she wasn’t aware of the man beside her.Her fingers twisted the strap of her clutch, the leather biting into her palm.She tried to breathe normally, but each inhale felt tight and shallow.The night’s adrenaline still lingered, warm and jittery under her skin.He glanced at her once, quickly, and she caught the sharp curve of his jaw in the dim light.There was an assessment in his gaze—calm, measured, not pitying.Her hands curled in her lap, nails pressing into her skin.For a moment, she wondered if he could read everything she was feeling.The thought made her shiver.“I didn’t expect you to just… leave,” he said finally, voice low, controlled.Not a question, more an observation.She swallowed, unsure whether to reply.“I… I needed to,” she whispered, words fragile.Her eyes refused to meet his.He exhaled softly, glancing back to the windshiel

The glass doors of the lobby slid open, and Evan stepped fully into the light.His smile was slow, deliberate, the kind that used to make Lena feel chosen and now only made her stomach tighten.She stopped walking without meaning to, her badge still warm from where she’d just unclipped it in Mason’s office.Around them, the lobby hummed with morning noise—heels clicking, security greeting familiar faces—but the space between her and Evan felt sealed off, airless.“Lena,” Evan said, like he hadn’t shattered her life three nights ago.He looked polished, expensive watch catching the light, hair styled just the way he knew she liked it.She noticed, with a sharp flash of clarity, that he always looked his best when he wanted something.Her fingers curled around her bag strap until the leather creaked.“I’m late,” she said, because it was easier than saying leave me alone.She stepped sideways, trying to move past him toward the elevators.Evan shifted with her, blocking her path without

Lena didn’t look at her phone until she was alone.The executive floor emptied slowly, voices fading, footsteps dissolving into the quiet hum of after-hours air conditioning.She shut down her computer with careful precision, slid her bag onto her shoulder, and waited until Mason’s office lights dimmed behind the glass.Only then did she step into the elevator.The doors closed with a muted sigh.The mirrored walls caught her reflection again—same woman, different weight behind her eyes.Her phone vibrated once more in her palm, impatient.She pressed her thumb to the screen as the elevator began its descent.The message sat there, stark against the glow.Evan: We need to talk.Four words.No apology.No explanation.Just a sentence that assumed access.Her throat tightened before she realized she’d stopped breathing.The elevator dinged, and the doors opened onto the quiet lobby, but she didn’t move.She stared at the screen until the letters blurred.She hadn’t heard from him in mon

The office felt louder than usual the morning Lena made the mistake.Keyboards clicked like insects trapped behind glass, phones rang too long before someone answered, and the air-conditioning hummed with a low, unforgiving persistence.She sat at her desk on the executive floor, staring at the screen as if it might blink first.The spreadsheet had been open for ten minutes, untouched.Numbers blurred together, columns sliding into one another until they stopped meaning anything at all.Lena rubbed her thumb against the edge of her notepad, a nervous habit she thought she’d grown out of.Evan’s name still echoed in her head.She had tried to shake it off on the elevator ride up that morning.Tried to focus on the polished chrome walls, the way her reflection looked thinner in office lighting, the quiet hum as each floor passed.But the message had followed her like a shadow she couldn’t outrun.We need to talk.No apology.No explanation.Just four words that reopened something she ha