MasukAiden’s deep, muffled shout pierced the narrow space, slamming into the iron door before gradually dissipating, swallowed by the smooth jazz music drifting through the cracked door of room 2026 just next door. His chest heaved, his scorching breath fanning straight across Alma’s pale face. The intense pressure of his scrutinizing gaze left her borderline breathless.Alma turned her face away, her lips pressed firmly together. She stubbornly weaponized her silence to withstand the wrath of the man before her, covertly trying to read whether he had betrayed the agreement between them."Alma, look at me." Aiden’s long fingers dug into her shoulders, forcing her to face his dark eyes, which had narrowed dangerously. "You knew about it since yesterday, kept it to yourself, and then sneaked out here in the dead of night... Do you really think I would break my word for a woman like Edna? Do you have no trust in me at all?""Trust?" Alma’s cornered pride finally erupted. She snapped her head
The 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
Aiden averted his gaze from the blue signal on the dashboard and tossed his phone onto the oak desk in frustration. The dull thud echoed through the silent room, marking the final snapping point of his patience. He sank into the high-end leather chair, taking a deep breath to suppress the searing p
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







