LOGINScott’s POV“Why am I such bad luck ?”Sleep is literally far from me. I stayed awake all night thinking about the rumors. My room was dark except for the faint city light sneaking through the curtains.For every time I turned around all I could see was Elliot was sleeping beside me, with his cute face looking peaceful whilst he slept, one arm thrown over my waist like he was scared I’d leave him. I wish we were lovers, I wouldn’t even consider Laurent.My mind wouldn’t shut up. My thoughts were everywhere, because I couldn’t sleep.The rumor sounded so true. “Scott McAllen is meeting Zenex rivals. Sharing company secrets.” People at the office looked at me differently yesterday. Some avoided me. Some whispered. The blog page posted a lot of edited photos that looked so real. There’s this blurry photo of me entering a hotel and exchanging a document with Mr Mark, one of Zenex's biggest rivals. I could have sworn it was me.My phone lay on the pillow next to me. I picked it up quie
Victoria’s POVI met him in the back corner of a quiet café, somewhere far from the city. The kind of place where people go when they don't want to be seen. My partner in tearing Elliot and Scott apart sat across from me, cold as always, his eyes sharp like knives. He didn’t smile. I’ve never seen him smile. But that’s the least of my worries. Because I knew this meeting could change everything.“You’ve been feeding me information for months,” he said quietly. “Why?”I leaned forward, voice soft but reassuring. “Because I want power inside Zenex. Real power. And I know you can give it to me. Scott McAllen is in the way. If he disappears from Elliot’s life, I’ll finally be the one he turns to.”He stared at me for a while without saying anything. The stare made me uncomfortable. Then he broke the silence and asked the question I had been waiting for.“Can Scott leave Zenex?”I smiled slowly. “Yes he can. We’ve been doing well before he came into the picture.”The words felt good leav
Elliot’s POVScott stormed into my office with anger I couldn’t control. He’s always a carefree person, always happy. I’ve never seen him this way. He threw printed screenshots onto my desk. The gossip post. The edited photos. The rumors about him stealing our ideas and selling them to our rivals.Everything that stood against what I despised. His hands were shaking, but I am not entirely guilty. All of this is not my doing. Someone else was adding fuel to the fire. “Why?”I had no answer. The air in my office started to choke me. My heart pounded like it wanted to break out of my chest. I stared at the papers, the words blurring. “I didn’t do this,” I said, but my voice sounded weak even to me.Scott laughed scornfully. “You never had me. I was never yours to begin with.” “Why play dirty? To think I’d never do such a despicable thing to you.”His words pierced me. My conscience started to judge me. I never admitted that I loved him, I didn’t make our relationship official . I to
Scott’s POVTwo weeks later I stepped into the Zenex and everywhere looked like I was walking into a war zone.The compulsory two-week leave was supposed to give me time to think. Instead, it gave me nightmares about Elliot’s possessive eyes and Laurent’s too good to be true promises. Now I was back, heart heavy, my official resignation letter still sitting unsent in my email. I expected awkward stares. Whispers. Maybe a few fake smiles.But the treatment I got was worse. The silence was deafening, something was wrong somewhere.The second I walked through the glass doors, every conversation stopped. Heads turned. Eyes looked away fast. No one said “welcome back.” No one clapped like they had for my promotion. Nobody was excited to see me. The moment I walk pass my colleagues they’d immediately stop talking and stare dangerously in a way that made me uncomfortable.My desk was even moved to a far corner, away from the main team. Half of my projects were reassigned. The air felt thi
Scott’s POVMy phone exploded at 6:45 AM.Notifications poured in like a flood, messages, tags, screenshots. I sat up in bed, heart pounding to know what it was all about.Then I opened the first one, only to see a gossip post about me everywhere.Every popular blog was carrying the news. Zenex Lead Curator Scott McAllen: Sleeping His Way to the Top. They were also edited photos to make it look real. Comments flooded in. “No wonder he got promoted so fast.” “Who’s favorite toy is he?” “How much is he really worth?”I felt sick. My hands shook as I scrolled. The exhibition success, the promotion, the viral magazine article, everything good was now poisoned and twisted. People weren’t talking about my art anymore. They were talking about me like they knew me personally. Like they knew half of what I’ve been through.Some strangers I haven’t even met were in the comments saying ill things about me and claiming to know me personally.I got dressed fast, skipped breakfast, and headed t
Victoria’s POVI watched from the shadows as that scumbag that calls himself Scott left Elliot’s penthouse late at night, his shirt wrinkled and his walk was a little off, like someone had just fucked him senseless. I got so pissed and jealous. Like how dare he? How dare that nobody artist get what I had wanted for so long?I had tried everything for Elliot Travis to love me. My beauty, my rich family background, my clever tricks, late-night “work” meetings, subtle touches in the elevator, dresses that showed just enough for a man to stare. But he never looked at me. Not once. He stayed cold, distant, untouchable. And then Scott McAllen walked in and suddenly Elliot was different. Close. Almost human. To the point Elliot is affected by Scott’s decision to leave Zenex.But Scott leaving him is a good thing for me. The thought made me smile in the dark.If Scott was out of the way, Elliot would finally see me. He would need me. He would want me.I walked back to my car, mind racing.
Chapter 21: The PriceScott’s POVMy ass burned with every step as I walked into my apartment, the marks from Elliot’s hands and the suspension rig still fresh on my skin. I could still feel him inside me, thick, relentless, breeding me deep while he whispered “mine” like he meant it for once. My
Chapter 20: The One Who StaysElliot’s POVThe gallery was packed with flashing cameras and clinking glasses. I stood near the back wall in my tailored black suit, acting for the camera. But inside, I was unraveling.Scott moved through the crowd like he belonged there. Bold. Charismatic. He was ev
Chapter 19: UninvitedScott’s POVRaymond’s voice was like gravel in my ear. “It’s one week, McAllen. Forty-seven grand or I do things my own way. Don’t make me come find you.”The call ended. I stared at my phone, hands shaking. The exhibition project I’d just quit because of Elliot felt like a di
Chapter 18: Shattered MaskElliot’s POVThe photo landed on my desk like a grenade.Scott stood there in my office, eyes blazing with that bold, defiant fire I both craved and feared. He didn’t knock. He just walked in and shoved the blurry image of me, masked at one of those underground parties, m







