A New Face in the Room

The executive floor was quieter than usual. With Harrison gone and federal charges pending against Damon, the sharp, constant panic that used to hang in the hallways had cleared out. Miller stood near the main counter, holding a thin blue folder with the three shortlisted candidates for my new executive assistant. Ares stood right beside my desk, wearing a dark blue suit, scanning the background checks on his tablet. "All three passed secondary screening," Ares said, his voice level and steady. "No ties to Damon, no offshore bank accounts, and no connection to any competitor trying to undercut our shipping rates." "Good," I replied, sitting back in my chair and taking a small sip of warm water. "I don't want another mole in my hall." "You won't get one," Ares said smoothly, setting his tablet on the desk. "I personally verified their family records." Before I could reply, a light tap sounded at the open office door. Miller stepped inside, followed by a tall

Last Updated : 2026-10-31

The First Line

Friday morning arrived with an uncomfortable chill in the air. Christian Vance officially started his first day on trial as my executive liaison. By nine o'clock, he had already organized the entire backlog of European port documents that Harrison had left behind, placing them neatly on my desk before I even sat down. He moved around the office with a smooth, silent grace that was almost unnerving. Unlike Harrison, who always looked like he was about to jump out of his skin, Christian seemed entirely relaxed, as if he owned half the floor himself. Ares was sitting in his usual spot on the sofa near the window, his laptop open on his knees. He hadn't said a single word since Christian walked into the suite twenty minutes ago, but the cold aura coming off him filled every inch of the room. "I updated the daily schedule, Julian," Christian said, standing across from my desk with a steaming mug of black coffee in his hand. He placed a clean white sheet on my desk. "I

Last Updated : 2026-10-31

A Direct Line

Julian povBy two o'clock in the afternoon, the rain against the office windows had slowed to asteady drizzle.The three-way tension between Ares, Christian, and me hadn't vanished, but at least wehad established a thin layer of order. Christian spent the rest of the morning at his deskin the outer hallway, quietly making phone calls to port directors in Hamburg. Ares saton the office sofa with his laptop open, occasionally glancing toward the glass doorwhenever a shadow passed by outside.I leaned back in my chair, rubbing the back of my neck where a small knot of fatiguehad settled.Ares set his screen down immediately, stepping over to my desk. He picked up the glassof warm water Christian had refilled an hour ago, set it aside without a word, andreplaced it with a fresh mug of tea he had made himself in the small executive kitchen."You've been staring at those shipping manifests for three hours," Ares said, his voicequiet as he leaned against the corner of

Last Updated : 2026-11-05

All Chapters of Bound To My Rival's Womb: Chapter 41 - Chapter 43

A New Face in the Room

The First Line

A Direct Line