Lahat ng Kabanata ng Her Game; His Obsession : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

ELENA’S POV“Leave?” My mother repeated in a surprise tone. She obviously wasn’t expecting that. But that was all I honestly needed.“Yes. I need to leave this city. I can’t stay here.” I replied, without looking at her, but fully aware of her worried looks fixed on me. Then she sighed.“Where will you go?”“I don’t know. Anywhere. Somewhere no one knows me.”My mother looked like she wanted to argue, but she just nodded. “Okay. When?”“Now,” I said. “I need to leave now.”“Elena, it’s eight o’clock at night—”“I don’t care. I’ll get a hotel somewhere, drive until I’m far enough away that I can breathe again.”“Let me come with you.”“No.”“Elena—”“Mom, please. I need to do this alone.”She looked at me for a long moment, then got up, walked to where I sat and pulled me into another hug. This time I just stayed, too weak to cry.“Call me when you get there,” she said. “Wherever there is. Just call me so I know you’re safe.”“I will.” I promised.I threw some clothes into a suitcase,

Jonathan’s POV The new analyst was strange. I noticed it almost immediately, but I didn’t say anything at first. I’ve been running companies long enough to know that first impressions can be wrong. People act differently when they’re nervous, when they’re trying to prove themselves. New hires especially.But Elena Rivers wasn’t nervous..That was the first thing about her that stood out. In her first week, she sat in meetings like she belonged there. Not like someone grateful just to have a seat at the table. She didn’t shrink, or nod blindly. Neither did she smile too much or laugh at jokes that weren’t funny, just to patronize the teaser.Most junior analysts spent their first month silent, taking notes, and adjusting to the pace of the organization. But for her, it felt like she just eased in. She spoke only when she had something useful to say, and when she did, people paid attention, whether they wanted to or not, because she always sounded so smart that you didn’t want to miss

Elena’s POVThe folder almost slipped from my hands.I stood there like an idiot, watching this Emily Gray person shake Jonathan’s hand, at this point I didn’t even know what to say. So I decided to calm down at least until I was sure. “Emily comes highly recommended,” Patricia said, her voice dripping with that smug edge I wanted to slap off her face. “Harvard MBA, ten years at Morgan Stanley. She’ll be a valuable addition to the team.”Jonathan shook Emily’s hand, and then he smiled. Making him look less of a tyrant. “Welcome to Hart Global, Miss Gray,” he said warmly, his voice was almost friendly.Then he looked at me, and the warmth vanished like someone had flipped a switch.“Miss Rivers,” he said, his tone flat and cold. “Meet our new Senior Financial Analyst.”Our. The word hit me like a punch to the stomach.I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. My brain was short-circuiting, trying to understand what the hell was happening while my pride was busy shattering into a milli

Jonathan’s POVI leaned on the chair watching Elena walk away with her head held high, and all I can fucking say is the woman was absolutely ridiculous.No employee…and I mean no employee in my twenty-plus years of running companies…had ever given me conditions when accepting a job. They thanked me. They groveled. They practically kissed my feet for the opportunity to work under me.But Elena Rivers? She’d stood there with her arms crossed, listing demands like she was the one doing me a favor. Who the hell does that?I answer only to you. You tell me to my face. I can walk away whenever I want. The audacity was almost impressive.And the fact that I’d agreed to all of it? That was even more ridiculous.I should have shut her down immediately. I should have reminded her that I was Jonathan Hart, that people didn’t make demands of me, that she was lucky I was even offering her this position in the first place.But I didn’t.Instead, I’d shaken her hand and told her to start immediately

Elena’s POVJonathan’s eyes were fixed on me. His gaze was intense, like he wanted to get all my reaction. It was a little unnerving and it was adding to my stress but I had to force myself to calm down and think.His phone was still pressed to his ear, but he wasn’t speaking anymore. Just staring at me with that annoying unreadable expression.“Is everything alright?” I asked, setting down my fork.He lowered the phone slowly, his jaw tight. “I have a visitor.”“A visitor?”“My son.” The words came out flat, almost emotionless. “We haven’t seen each other in about five years. He’s at the gate now.”My stomach dropped.Daniel.Daniel was here. Right now. On the other side of that gate.I forced myself to keep breathing, to keep my expression neutral even though my heart was suddenly racing.“Should I let him in?” Jonathan asked, and there was something in the way he said it… I stared at him, my mind spinning in a thousand different directions.If I said no, he’d wonder why. He’d ask q