LOGINAlistair The call ended so abruptly that silence echoed through my office. “Elara?” No answer. Only the memory of her frightened voice repeating my name before the sound of twisting metal and shattering glass swallowed everything. Every instinct I possessed screamed that this hadn’t been an accident. I was already moving before my phone left my ear. “Get every available unit on the road,” I barked at my security chief as I strode out of the conference room, leaving a table full of executives frozen in confusion. “Trace Miss Dubois’ phone. I want her exact location now.” No one dared ask questions. Within seconds, my entire security network came alive. “Lock down every road leading to the coordinates.” “Send medical support.” “I want drones overhead.” “And nobody touches that crash site until my people arrive.” The elevator seemed impossibly slow. By the time the doors opened, my driver already had the car waiting. I didn’t wait for him to open the door. “Drive.” The
Elara The morning after the summit was surprisingly quiet. Sunlight streamed through my apartment windows as I settled at my dining table with a notebook, my laptop, and the stack of documents I’d brought home from the conference. For the first time since the summit had begun, I had the opportunity to organize everything without interruption. I carefully transferred handwritten observations into a digital file. Names of investors. Companies that had announced partnerships. Executives who had appeared uncertain whenever the Valmont Group entered the conversation. The more I reviewed my notes, the clearer certain patterns became. The same investment firms had repeatedly delayed commitments. Several influential executives had quietly avoided private meetings with Valmont representatives. None of it was enough to prove anything. But it was enough to suggest that Alistair’s instincts had been correct. Something beneath the surface was shifting. My phone buzzed. Denise: Still
Celia I woke up with Elara Dubois already occupying my thoughts. No matter how hard I tried to push her out of my mind, she remained there—calm, composed, infuriatingly impossible to ignore. The corporate summit should have reminded everyone where they belonged. Instead, it had only confirmed my worst fear.She was becoming impossible to overlook. Louis’ grandfather adored her.Louis himself wasn’t behaving the way he used to. Even the people who mattered—the powerful executives, influential investors, and respected business leaders—seemed drawn to her quiet confidence. She wasn’t supposed to belong in that world. She had been ordinary.Forgettable.Easy to replace.So why did it suddenly feel like she was everywhere? I threw my blankets aside and walked toward the floor-to-ceiling windows of my apartment. The city stretched beneath me, glittering beneath the morning sun. Usually, the view helped settle my thoughts. Today, it only reminded me how quickly everything was slipping
ElaraBy the time I arrived home, the weight of the day had settled into every part of me.My feet ached from hours spent walking across polished marble floors. My shoulders were tense, and although I hadn’t done anything physically demanding, I felt completely exhausted.The summit had demanded something far more draining than physical energy.It required constant attention.Constant restraint.Constant observation.The moment I stepped inside the apartment, Denise looked up from the living room sofa.Her eyes widened immediately.“You look exhausted.”I managed a small smile as I slipped off my heels.“I feel exhausted.”She stood before I could protest.“Sit down. You’re not answering a single question until I make you some tea.”“You don’t have to—”“I wasn’t asking.”I laughed softly, too tired to argue.“Yes, ma’am.”A few minutes later, the comforting aroma of chamomile drifted through the apartment. Denise placed a steaming cup in front of me before taking the chair across from
ElaraThe networking session ended with the same polished smiles and effortless conversations that had filled the ballroom all afternoon.I returned to the main conference hall determined not to repeat my earlier mistake.No more allowing old memories or unexpected encounters to distract me.I wasn’t here as Louis Valmont’s former fiancée.I wasn’t even here as Alistair Thorne’s wife.Today, I was here to observe.The lights dimmed as another panel of industry leaders took the stage, discussing global investments, emerging technologies, and international expansion strategies. Their words were polished, rehearsed, and impressive, but I remembered exactly what Alistair had told me before we arrived.Don’t listen only to what they say. Watch how people react.So I did.Instead of focusing on the speeches themselves, my attention drifted across the audience.Executives whispered quietly behind folded programs.Investors exchanged discreet glances whenever certain companies were mentioned.So
Alistair The walk to the private meeting room should have been uneventful. Instead, it felt longer than any boardroom negotiation I had ever endured. I acknowledged greetings with practiced ease, exchanged brief handshakes with investors, and accepted compliments about my keynote address without allowing a single crack to appear in my composure. No one noticed the storm beneath it. For the better part of the afternoon, I had watched Louis Valmont remain at Elara’s side. He hadn’t touched her.He hadn’t crossed any obvious boundaries. Yet somehow, that made it worse. They walked together through the ballroom. They spoke with executives. They were introduced as though they belonged together, and no one questioned it. In the eyes of every guest, they looked natural. Comfortable.Familiar. More than once I had caught photographers turning their cameras toward them before redirecting their attention elsewhere. I had spent years mastering self-control.Hostile takeovers. Government
LouisSleep was impossible. Not because I wasn’t tired. I was exhausted.But every time I closed my eyes, the photograph appeared again.Elara. Alistair.Standing together outside a luxury building.The image glowed from my phone screen as I sat alone in my dark apartment.I had probably looked at i
ElaraI had barely stepped into the house before Celia slammed the door behind me hard enough to shake the picture frames on the wall.The sound echoed through the living room.I loosened my tie slowly, exhausted from the disastrous evening, but the sharp click of her heels told me she wasn’t going
LOUISThe hotel room was quiet when the door clicked shut behind us. Soft golden lights reflected against the polished walls, and the large windows overlooked the city below. Celia walked farther into the room slowly, her heels tapping against the floor before she turned to me with a smile.“It’s b
ElaraThe guest room felt too quiet.I lay awake beneath the silk sheets, staring at the ceiling while the events from earlier replayed endlessly in my mind. Every touch. Every word. Every dangerous shift in Alistair’s expression.One second he looked at me like he wanted to ruin me.The next, he h







