All Chapters of COMING HOME TO YOU: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Wren pushed the glass door open and stepped back into the hall. It was quieter. Just a few people were left around the table, all focused on one thing or another. They all seemed very busy. And him, Theo. He was going through the company documents.She took a deep breath. Her hands shaking, she walked to a seat then sat down and bent her head downward, praying in her heart.Soon the door opened. Cole Bennett, Theo's personal assistant, walked in. He was of average height, broad-shouldered, with transparent glasses that suited him well and a simple fitted suit."I've gone through the company facilities," Cole said, walking toward where Theo was seated. "And most of them aren't good enough. Some are damaged. So we will need new ones.""Fine, we'll get better facilities for the running of the company," Theo replied, as he continued going through the documents.Cole then sat on a chair.Wren listened to what they were saying, her head bent."Ms. Michaels," Theo called, raising his head fr

The window rolled down slowly.It was Theo.Wren's heart skipped, then began beating fast. Her legs wobbled like they couldn't carry her any longer. Just seeing his face again was torture."Get in. Let me drop you off," Theo said.Wren took a step backward, then replied, "Thanks, I'm good. A cab is on its way to pick me up." She shifted her gaze to the busy road, doing anything possible to keep her eyes off him."You'll catch a cold before the cab gets here. Get in," Theo persisted.Wren didn't reply. She kept her eyes on the road, looking left and right, expecting the cab to arrive any moment."Wren!" Theo called.She didn't answer, eyes still fixed on the traffic."Wren! Wren!""What is it?" she snapped, turning to face him. "I don't want you to drop me off. Please leave." She shifted her gaze back to the road.Theo let out a heavy breath. "I know you're mad at me after everything that happened. But tonight, please don't see me as the boy who hurt you. See me as your boss, who cares

The room remained quiet as everyone's eyes were on Wren.At the far end of the table, Elliot Ashford didn't move. He sat perfectly still, one hand resting on the table in front of him."Ah," Elliot said, his voice smooth and unhurried, cutting through the silence. "You must be the new secretary." A pause, just a beat too long. "Michaels, was it?"Wren's breath caught. She hadn't given her surname to anyone since walking into this building."Yes, sir," she managed. "Wren Michaels."She saw it in Elliot's eyes: recognition, cold and immediate. He didn't smile."Michaels," he repeated slowly, like he was testing the weight of it. "That's a name I haven't heard in a long time."Theo stood from his seat and walked toward Wren, smiling, then turned to face the board of directors."Allow me to introduce Ashford Dynamics' new secretary, Wren Michaels."The directors gave a round of applause."Please, have a seat," Theo said, gesturing to the row of chairs around the table.Wren walked on wobb

For a moment, no one moved.Wren's back was still against the wall, Theo's hand still at her jaw, the contract still held in his other hand. Standing in the doorway, Richard Whitfield's expression had shifted from mild curiosity to open confusion, while Elliot's face had gone perfectly, terrifyingly still.Theo straightened first. He released Wren and stepped back, smooth enough that for half a second it almost looked deliberate, like nothing had happened at all."Dad." His voice came out calm. "Richard. I wasn't expecting you.""Clearly," Elliot said. His eyes moved from Theo to Wren, staring at her for a long moment.Wren kept her head bent, her heart racing.Elliot's eyes moved back to his son. "We knocked, but no one answered."Richard cleared his throat, glancing between the three of them, his confusion plain on his face. "We can come back.""No need," Elliot said. "We're not interrupting anything. Are we, Theo?" His tone was calm, his eyes fixed on his son's.The question hung i

She turned. Elliot was seated inside, beside her."Sir..." Wren's eyes widened as she saw him. Her breath caught. Her heart began racing. Her body started to shake.Elliot didn't move at first. He simply watched her, still and composed, the way he always did, like nothing in the world could rattle him. Then, slowly, a cold smile spread across his face."Ms. Michaels. You were heading home, right?" he asked, his eyes fixed on her."Sir? No, I mean, yes, sir. I was on my way home."His smile widened. "I want to drop you off at your house."Wren's heart skipped."Don't bother, sir," she said, forcing a smile. "I can get myself home. Thank you." She reached for the door handle.She pulled it, nothing happened. She tried again, same result."The door is locked, Ms. Michaels," Elliot said, his gaze fixed straight ahead. "I want to drop you off at your house." His eyes moved back to her.Wren's hand froze on the handle. Her blood ran cold, her breath turning heavy. She gathered herself and b