Mag-log inThe thick darkness of the emergency exit swallowed Alma whole. The pungent stench of leather mixed with heavy cigarette smoke besieged her senses. Alma thrashed frantically, scraping her boot heels hard against the cement floor, desperate to wrench herself free from the ironclad embrace pinning her body down. Her breath was stifled beneath a massive palm, causing her vision to blur.In her panic, her five fingers slipped quickly into her coat pocket, brushing against the cold metal hilt of a small dagger. Without a moment's hesitation, Alma whipped the knife out and stabbed blindly backward.But just as the sharp blade carved a chilling arc through the air, a low, familiar sigh brushed past her ear:"Calm down, Alma. It’s me."The voice shot through her spine like an electric current, instantly freezing her entire body. The knife stopped dead in its tracks, a mere few centimeters from her opponent's chest. The heat radiating from the sturdy chest behind pressed flush against her back,
The man’s powerful heartbeat drummed steadily from behind, casting a wave of warm heat against Alma’s slender back. She lay perfectly still, her chest tightening as she held her breath until a sharp throb pulsed in her temples. Suddenly, the firm chest pressed against her back shifted. Aiden’s long eyelashes flickered, and his deep, dark eyes opened.The moment consciousness flooded back, Aiden’s pupils contracted. He realized his arm was wrapped fully around Alma’s waist, pulling her so tightly into his embrace that their bathrobes were tangled together. The bolster pillow meant to divide their boundaries since last night had been tossed to the foot of the bed at some point. The primal urge of possession that came with lingering sleep made him instinctively tighten his grip for a fleeting second. The scent of dew-kissed wildflowers from her hair drifted into his nose, sinking deep into his mind.How long had it been since he last slept this deeply? His agonizing condition and the rel
"Alma!"A sharp snap of fingers right in front of her face yanked Alma back to reality. She flinched, her pupils dilating. Aiden was already standing right there, leaning in slightly, his deep, dark eyes locked onto her as he let out a frustrated sigh."Where did your mind wander off to? I’m standing right here, and you have the nerve to ignore me and think about someone else? Did you even hear a single word I said?"Alma’s heart skipped a beat. She forced her facial muscles to relax, squeezing out a faint smile as she nodded."I heard you. The wind is just freezing out here; it made me a little dizzy. I know what kind of person Edna is. I’m not thinking about her anymore. I trust you."Before his piercing gaze could dissect her expression, Alma quickly changed the subject. "But what about Conal? He wants me to steal the European project bidding proposal tonight."Aiden’s brow furrowed, a flash of pure disgust crossing his face. “Just ignore him. A piece of trash like that isn't worth
Aiden’s question struck like a bolt of lightning in the dead of night. Alma bit her lip in shock, her eyes widening as she stared at the man in front of her. Her heart skipped a beat, and her fingers instinctively clenched beneath the hem of her vest, realizing she had just let something slip."No, that..." Alma stammered, her panicked gaze dodging his razor-sharp stare."Don't even think about lying to deceive me," Aiden warned in a stern, commanding voice, stepping closer until their chests were almost touching. His hand decisively cupped her chin, forcing her to face his terrifyingly tense expression. "And don't you dare try to evade it. Answer me honestly, Alma!"Alma’s chest heaved violently. Her head throbbed; Edna's insults throughout the evening felt like an invisible hand squeezing the last drops of her strength. Unable to fight back, she used every ounce of her remaining willpower to swat his hand away, crying out defensively:"Enough, Aiden! I'm tired. It's best if I just l
The night wind swept violently across the third-floor balcony, carrying the biting chill of a late-night mist that wrapped around the two frozen figures. In the distance, the extravagant lights from the main gala hall of the Power Group still cast faint streaks of luminescence, accompanied by the strains of classical music fading into the thin air. Alma stood with her back pressed tightly against the freezing iron railing, her hands unconsciously gripping the lapels of Aiden’s oversized suit jacket draped over her shoulders. The familiar scent of cedarwood from the jacket enveloped her, but it did nothing to soothe the panic clawing at her chest.Aiden stood towering before her, his massive frame completely eclipsing the meager light spilling from the hallway. His face was cast in shadow, leaving only his deep, dark eyes to catch the light—gleaming with an intense, sharp scrutiny that threatened to peer straight into her soul."You saw me and Edna, didn't you?"His low, gravelly voice
"Alma?"The low voice abruptly cut through the darkness, accompanied by a warm hand settling on her slender shoulder. Alma flinched, pulling back slightly. Seeing Aiden standing before her, catching his breath, she quickly turned away, covertly wiping the lingering tears from her cheeks."What the hell are you doing out here?" Aiden snapped, his voice tight with suppressed frustration. He had clearly been running to find her. She, on the other hand, was nowhere near ready to face him after the horrific things Edna had just crammed into her head.When she remained silent, Aiden let out a sharp click of his tongue. His eyes darkened as they caught the glint of tears on her face. "Are you crying? What are you putting on a show for out here out of nowhere? Trying to play a ghost guarding the gate?"Alma regulated her breathing, pointed a finger toward the night sky, and replied indifferently, "I’m counting the stars. And getting some fresh air to clear my head. Is that a crime?"Aiden sco
For the past week, New York had felt to Aiden like a chessboard where he was slowly losing his final pawns. He had been working relentlessly—not to close a trillion-dollar merger, but to hunt for a "worthy" woman. Someone to shoulder the heavy burden of bearing an heir to the Power Group empire bef
New York City in October always wears an air of haughtiness, with cold winds whistling through the gaps between skyscrapers like the shrieks of lost souls. On the 88th floor—the highest level of the Power Group Tower—the lights from massive tempered glass panels cast a cold, blue glow, reflecting t
Once again, the room fell into a bone-chilling silence. Just as Alma managed to catch enough breath to speak, Aiden—still with his back to her—spoke first, his cold voice cutting off any chance of her finding her words.“I’ve changed my mind.”Aiden turned around slowly. He brushed past her as if s
The private office of the head of the Power Group on the 88th floor was submerged in a silence so heavy it felt suffocating. Aiden stood there, his tall silhouette obscuring the dying rays of the setting sun as they flickered against the floor-to-ceiling glass walls. After a long moment, he slowly







