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Pure Malice

MIRANDAThe very second the bathroom door clicked firmly shut, the sleepy, helpless façade vanished from my face. I hurried out of the tangled bedsheets, barely minding my thoroughly naked reflection in the vanity mirror. Moving with stealth, I crept across the mattress and grabbed Shawn’s phone from the nightstand.I swiped the screen open and quickly punched in his passcode. The idiot had no idea I had memorized it weeks ago, watching him lazily type it in out of the corner of my eye after one of our hot nights together when he thought I was fast asleep. I rapidly navigated to his recent call logs. Grabbing my own phone from under the pillow, I opened the digital notepad and hastily scribbled down the assassin’s unlisted contact number, a snarl curling my lips.Only Killian? I huffed internally, my chest heaving as I swiped back to his homepage, locked the device, and placed it back onto the nightstand exactly as I had found it.Of course not. Elara Viking had to go too. Did Sh

Grace to Grass

SHAWNThe balloon of hope that had kept my spirits afloat during the entire drive over to the Lindays Corporation flickered violently the exact second I pulled up to the curb. Reporters were hanging around the perimeter like a pack of starved wolves.What the hell? I thought, my heart dropping into my stomach. Were they waiting here specifically to ambush me, or were they lurking for Elara’s grand arrival?I got my answer a breath later. My eyes accidentally locked with a pacing reporter near the entrance. The man froze, his face lighting up with a sadistic glee, and he instantly started running toward my car. Seeing this, the entire herd of journalists and photographers joined the mad race, sprinting down the pavement with their lenses raised.I gripped the steering wheel so hard my knuckles popped. Feeling an overwhelming wave of annoyance and frustration, I slammed the car into reverse, tires screeching as I tore away from the curb and decided to park in the company’s secondary p

A Lovely Sight

ELARA“He didn’t even last a single day before striking out…”Nicole’s voice crackled through the phone line, bursting with amusement. She was my temporary stand-in at the Lindays company, hand-picked for the role by Dominic—a true operational genius in my father’s cybersecurity empire who was only three years older than me.Both of us laughed out loud over the line, camaraderie bubbling easily between us. I felt a rare, unexpected sense of comfort with her; it was almost as if we had been close friends for years before today.Nicole Grey.She was the brilliant woman Dominic had brought along to our family dinner last night. He had explicitly claimed she wasn't his girlfriend, but rather a remarkably skilled, sharp-witted operator who would serve as the perfect proxy to oversee the daily ground operations during the merger. We had shared a little round of introductions and light pleasantries last night, which was essentially a high-stakes interview on my part. Even then, I had conn

Brother's concern

KILLIAN“What are you smiling about?”Connor’s brow was arched high as he delivered the question. He accepted the chilled bottle of water my secretary served him, watching as she turned and left the office just as silently as she had come. Then he uncapped it and drank down half the contents in a few long gulps. He must be so parched.I looked him up and down. Where exactly was he coming from at this hour? My lips twitched with suppressed amusement. Don’t tell me he had gone to the ice rink again. Didn’t the man have a multi-million-dollar business to run? And why the hell was the local ice rink seeing significantly more of him these days than the actual construction corporation slated to him by his family?“Don’t ask what I know is currently on your mind, Killian. My company can handle itself perfectly fine,” Connor supplied defensively, cutting me off before I could even give vocal words to my thoughts. He leaned forward, squinting at me. “Just answer my question. Anything that

Rule it out

KILLIAN“Sir, are you going home?” My secretary spoke the immediate second I stepped out of my private office. Her head lifted sharply, her eyes darting from my face down to the leather work bag I carried in my right hand. “You still have one last appointment listed on your schedule for the day.”One last appointment? By this late hour of the afternoon? I paused, lifting my wrist to glance down at the face of my watch. 5:30 PM.My mind ran to and fro across my schedule for the week; I was certain I hadn’t set or approved any meetings around this time.“What appointment?” I finally asked her, turning aside to face her desk.I watched as she nervously tapped the bridge of her glasses, as if to center them properly on her nose, before quickly checking her digital database. “You have dinner scheduled with Ms. Charlotte at 6:00 PM.”I shook my head immediately, my expression turning utterly frigid. “Rule it out.”Without giving her any further explanations whatsoever, I turned on my hee

Intimate moment?

KILLIANThe recent acquisition of the Vikings?Wouldn’t that be Shawn’s company?The realization hit me like a physical blow, a sudden, blinding rush of adrenaline surging through my veins. My steps turned instantly hurried, my long strides eating up the distance as I backtracked out of the lobby and rushed back toward the entrance. Annoyance began brimming within me—not at Elara, of course, but entirely at Shawn. I knew that pathetic excuse of a man. I knew he would inevitably misbehave if Elara should ever stand directly before him, fueled by his bruised ego.And why else would Elara head over there so unexpectedly? Was it not because she wanted to see Shawn in person? To look down and witness the utter, crushing defeat on his face as she cemented the punishment the management team had meted out to him for physically assaulting a fellow staff member? Worse, his own boss?I burst through the glass doors and hastily barked the new destination to my driver, who was already waiting

Last warning

SHAWNKillian. Motherfucking Killian. What the hell was he doing here? And why on earth would he come slithering into my building at this exact moment?Anger filled my entire being, my knuckles practically white as my hands pressed harder against the tiled wall. I wanted to tear him apart limb from limb. I wanted to wrap my bare hands around his throat and squeeze until life drained completely from his arrogant eyes.The fury at having this incredibly rare, precious moment violently interrupted was suffocating. This was the first time I had finally managed to get Elara entirely alone to myself since the disaster of our divorce. This was my hard-earned moment—the crucial junction where I could finally lay my soul bare, reason with her, and convince her to see the truth of my remorse. And this thieving bastard had to walk in and ruin it.“Get away from her, Shawn.” Killian's voice sliced through the damp room. He was angry. So angry. Looking at the promise of violence in his post

Still Elara?

ELARAKillian was dying to say something. I knew it from the tension radiating across the leather seat, from his large hands which clenched his thighs with so much restraint that I actually feared for the fine, coiled muscles beneath his trousers. His jaw kept twitching too, as he visibly struggled not to look at me—yet everything about his posture screamed that he wanted to turn, look me dead in the eye, and maybe shout at me.We were sitting in the backseat of his luxury sedan, en route to the culinary destination I’d been quite eager about ever since I ate the lunch he had sent over to my office. And as much as I aggressively told myself that this entire situation was a welcome development—that now Killian could see firsthand that I wouldn’t, and absolutely couldn't, be controlled or managed by a man ever again—I still felt somewhat guilty. Sorry, if I dare say it. I felt an unexpected pang of remorse for indulging Shawn’s proximity back there, when all I had truly wanted to d

Welcome, folks!

ELARAClean air, too, I noted, taking in a deep breath. The countryside really was a beautiful escape. I vaguely remembered my father mentioning once that a place like this would be ideal for retirement. And didn’t our family own private properties in a couple of rural sectors just like this? They were perfect for resting, resetting, and recharging one's mind whenever the corporate world became too suffocating.“Ready?”Killian’s deep baritone dragged my wandering attention back to him. He wasn’t looking at me, but keeping his gaze fixed firmly on the wooden entrance doors of the restaurant. Oh yes, he is absolutely still angry. Just how long was his anger slated to last?“Yes,” I muttered in response, my eyes briefly scanning the upper windows where lush, green potted plants sat neatly on their wooden sills.Killian moved forward without another word, and I followed a step behind him, crossing the threshold into the warmth of the restaurant.The moment the door closed behind us,

Spoilsport

ELARA“Do you want more?” Killian asked, leaning back and taking a measured sip of his drink.He must have noticed that I was staring down at my empty plate longingly. Even though the last bite was long gone, the rich warmth of the Dijon mustard and tarragon broth still lingered on my palate. It was the exact same meal I had eaten just hours ago in my office, yet I simply didn't want to stop eating. Every spoonful felt like a physical thread pulling me backward in time, bringing vivid images of my mother rushing into my mind. I could almost see her effortless smiles, hear her witty inside jokes, and feel the affectionate sting of her notoriously sharp mouth whenever my brothers and I misbehaved at the dinner table.I finally forced myself to look up, breaking the nostalgic trance to meet his gaze. “Can we take some home?”Killian immediately raised a sleek brow, a dark glint entering his eyes, and I let out a sharp cough of pure embarrassment. What the hell was suddenly wrong with

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