Se connecter**Mrs Backwood’s POV**I couldn't believe I was seeing my son in that position. As I opened the door to his study, my breath was held in place-not because of surprise but pure annoyance. There lay my perfectly poised son, lying by himself with a half-undressed girl relaxed over his chest like she belong there.One of his arms was around her waist, as though he caught her just as she stumbled.The sight stopped me dead in my tracks. My son, Lucian Backwood. The boy who abhorred any form of disarray. And here I was with...this.The file on his desk was open, documents splayed across the floor.Both stayed still for a moment, and the girl’s hair caressed his collar as her mouth parted slightly in horror. She then moved backwards, murmuring something under her breath as if that would make the scene disappear.Lucian snapped up the second he noticed me, his face devoid of any expression."Mother," he finally said in an even tone, as though nothing was out of the ordinary. "Lucian," I sa
Celeste’s POVThe office air felt thicker today. Whispers floated around like perfume, faint, but impossible to ignore.“She’s the new secretary?”“Yeah. Look at her… She’s pretty, no wonder they picked her.”“Pretty doesn’t pay bills. Wait till the boss starts yelling, she’ll run out crying.”“I heard she’s already been to his office twice this morning.”“No way.”“Mm-hm. Some people don’t waste time climbing.”I didn’t have to turn my head to know they were talking about me.The fake giggles, the sideways glances, they said enough.“Lucian Backwood doesn’t even look at women. She’s wasting her time if she thinks she’ll distract him.” Another voice whispered.“Well, look at that blouse. Very cheap, she won’t last.”Then they laughed. I just focused on my computer screen, pretending like I was typing and not hearing them.What they thought wasn't my problem, I came here to work, not make friends. But their words still stung.It was always in places like this … women would be smiling a
**Lucian’s POV**Faces don’t matter. That’s what I told myself as I leaned back in my chair, poring over the numbers on the quarterly report. But the face of the new secretary wouldn’t leave my head. Celeste Monroe. The way she had looked at me earlier that morning… Wide-eyed, uncertain, as though she recognised me or knew me. That line of her jaw, the slight tremor in her voice as she spoke. It felt familiar. But it doesn’t matter, I don’t concern myself with faces. Even if I’ve seen her before, who cares? Maybe she was at one of my mother’s lavish soirées. Maybe she’s a client’s daughter who visited some event. Just another transient form in the ceaseless blur of the world. I turned a page, forcing my eyes back to the profit margins, the projected expansion. Those were the only things that mattered. A soft knock, then two more sharp raps before the door swung open without my consent."Lucian."Leona of course. She glided into the room as if she owned it, her expensive perfume c
**Celeste**The office was silent, the glass walls gleamed, the AC hummed and I felt so closed in and stuffy I couldn’t think, I could barely breathe. Lucian Backwood. The man I had desperately tried to forget sat just a few feet away, totally in control, as if the past seven years hadn't happened. As if he hadn't left me to suffer. His dark eyes scanned me as I approached, his gaze raking me up and down like I was nothing but a file on his desk. No hint of recognition. It stung. I gripped my folder harder, my nails digging in, telling myself not to freak out. “Sit down,” he commanded, his voice clipped and arrogant, as if I were some mere servant. I sat on the chair opposite him, my heart thudding against my ribs like it wanted to fall out. “You’re here for the secretary position.” His voice was smooth and deep, but somehow cold, nothing like the warm voice I remembered from that night.“Yes, sir,” I managed to say, forcing the words from my tight throat. He leaned back in his
**Celeste POV**The California sun peeked through my beat-up blinds, splashing gold across my faded apartment walls. I woke up to the patter of little feet across the floor. My son Ethan giggled, a sound so pure it made me grin before I even opened my eyes.“Mama,” his voice came, bright and totally unaware of the weight on my chest.I turned on my side and watched my seven-year-old climb onto my bed, his hair all messed up. His T-shirt was crooked, his shorts wrinkled from sleep, but his eyes…those deep hazel eyes, sparkled with pure joy.“Morning, baby,” I whispered, running my fingers through his hair.“Are we having pancakes today?” he asked, hopeful.I laughed softly, the sound a little rough. “Maybe tomorrow. Today’s important for Mama. Remember the interview?”He frowned. “Another one?”I swallowed hard, forcing cheer into my voice. “Yes. But this one’s different. I feel it.”What I didn’t say was that this was my last chance. Seven applications, seven polite rejections that ha
**Lucian’s POV**The city never slept. But it bent for men like me.Blackwood Tower stuck out in the sky like a knife, a reminder of everything I'd fought to build. My office was at the top, with the city below looking like my own personal playground. I should have been working on the contracts on my desk. They were big deals that would really boost the company. But I was stuck on something that bugged me, and I couldn't figure out what it was.“Are you going to stare at those papers until they catch fire?”I didn’t bother lifting my head. “Are you going to sit there until I throw you out?”Finley slouched deeper into the chair opposite me, grinning like the devil. “You’ve been gone for weeks, and that’s the first thing you say to me? No ‘hello’? No ‘I missed you, Fin’? Cold, even for you.”“I didn’t miss you,” I said flatly.“Liar.” He smirked, propping his feet up on the edge of my desk.I shot him a glare sharp enough to strip paint. “Get your feet off my desk before I break them.







