บททั้งหมดของ DOUBLE HEIR : A LOVE IN DISGUISE : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

ELENA'S POV The next morning came too quickly. I stood outside my apartment with my small handbag, and a file full of documents. Ethan’s car pulled up right on time, and he stepped out with a warm smile“Ready for this?” he asked gently.I nodded, trying to look confident. “As ready as I can be.”We drove to the small private airfield nearby. The private jet was waiting on the tarmac, sleek and shining under the morning sun. I had never been on a private jet before which made my hands feel a little shaky as we climbed the steps. He noticed and gave me a reassuring nod.“First time?” he asked once we were seated inside.“Yes,” I admitted. “It feels… unreal.”The inside was luxurious but comfortable, soft leather seats, a small table, and windows that let in plenty of light. The crew greeted us politely and soon the engines started. We taxied down the runway and lifted into the sky. I looked out the window as the coastal town grew smaller below us. My heart ached a little thinking ab

ALEXANDER'S POV “Today wasn't a total waste,” I said, looking at Landon.“Yea, the Sinclair finally came to their senses,” he responded, smiling.We had just landed at the airport a few minutes earlier after the business meeting with Sinclair and Harrington’s. The driver waited, getting the car doors open as we stepped out of the plane. As he drove, the city lights blurred past the windows of my car. My mind was still stuck on the three way business deal. It seemed nice, but I still couldn't bring myself to trust the Sinclair's. Amidst my thoughts about the partnership, one thing still stood out… It was that lady, Elena. When we finally pulled into the estate, the house looked the same as always, grand, well-lit, and perfectly maintained. I got out of the car and walked inside, my footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway. I had barely taken off my coat when Victoria appeared at the top of the stairs.She came down quickly, her silk robe flowing behind her, a bright smile on her face.

ELENA'S POV It was a day before my trip back to the UK, back to the same man I had run away from five years ago.I stood in the quiet, the morning light filtering softly through the curtains. My hands trembled slightly as I folded the last of my clothes into the suitcase. The thought of returning to Alexander Grey’s world made my stomach twist with fear and a strange kind of sadness. I had built a safe, peaceful life here with the twins, far away from the dangers of my past. Now I was being pulled back into the very place I had escaped.The memory of my uncle’s face from the meeting yesterday brought everything back. Victor Sinclair. His cold eyes, his polished smile, the way he had walked into that room as if he owned the world. It triggered the incident from that terrible night, clearer this time than it had been in years.I could see it all again.Sixteen and naive, hiding in the shadows of my father’s grand chambers. I had heard raised voices and crept closer, peeping through a

ELENA'S POV “Okay! This is it.” I stood outside the towering Grey Global building, my heart beating so fast I could feel it in my throat. The morning sun reflected off the glass walls, making the structure look even more intimidating. This was it, the moment I’d been dreading and anticipating in equal measure. My first day here in this company, the name alone carried weight in this city, ruthless in business, impossible to please, and allergic to incompetence, or so the rumors said. And now I was walking straight into the lion’s den, résumé in one hand, coffee in the other, praying I wouldn’t become another name on the long list of people who didn’t last a week.Ethan had said the job was career suicide based on the rumours he too had heard. It was said that the man burned through assistants like cheap light bulbs, but the pay was insane, Harrington's company needed this, and somewhere under the fear, I was stupidly excited to prove them wrong.The glass doors of building slid ope

ELENA'S POV Five days had passed since I started working at Grey Global. Five long, difficult days of enduring Alexander Grey’s harsh attitude. Every morning I arrived early, determined to do my best, and every day he found something to criticize. It was either my reports were too slow, my notes not being detailed enough, or the way I organized files was not perfect. It was literally everything I did, my entire existence.He never raised his voice too loudly, but his words were sharp and cold, like ice cutting into my skin. He barely looked at me when he spoke, and when he did, his eyes were hard and impatient.I kept my head down and worked harder. I stayed late, double-checked everything, and tried not to show how much it hurt. I reminded myself every hour why I was doing this, for the twins, for the money, for the future I was trying to build. But inside, it was exhausting. I had faced many hard things in my life, and working so close to him had been the hardest as it made it