All Chapters of Never Meant to Share: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

‎ ‎I was hired to fix his books. I left with his name on my skin. Elias POV ‎The Moretti building was all glass. I stepped into the elevator By the time the elevator reached the sixtieth floor, I was already regretting accepting the interview. People didn't visit Alessio Moretti unless they were invited... or they had a death wish. "Mr Voss?" The secretary called out not looking up from her screen as I stood up. I wasn't Mr. Voss. My name was Elias Hart. ‎But being a "fired accountant" wouldn't get you past security, so I borrowed the name on the contract. ‎ One mistake. That was all it took for to lose my job. ‎My mum's hospital bills were piling up. Dad had left us to pay bebts he never lived to repay. Walking away wasn't an option ‎ So I came here, to fix the books for Alessio Moretti, A man —who didn't hesitate to bury companies that displeased him. ‎I was led to Mr Moretti's office. She rapped her knuckles on the door twice. Sharp. ‎"Mr Moretti, Mr El

‎Chapter 3: Rule One ‎Elias (POV) ‎The door to Alessio's room stayed closed. ‎My phone buzzed again in my hands.I looked down at the screen. ‎You made the wrong choice. I collect what's mine too. – R ‎I deleted it. Hands still shaking from the gun fire downstairs.The smell of gunpowder still clung throat. I had never seen blood on marble floors before tonight. ‎"Stop hiding your phone." ‎I spun around so fast I nearly dropped it. Alessio was back in the room. He had not made a sound when he came in. He was just there. Standing in the doorway. ‎Black shirt now instead of the white one from earlier. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. The gun was gone from his hand and now I could see the outline of his forearms, a tattoo drawn with dark ink on the inside of his left wrist. I couldn't quite make out what it was from a distance. ‎He walked to me across the room. He didn't ask for my phone. He just took it out of my hands. His fingers brushed against mine.

‎Elias POV ‎——— ‎"Elias,“ he said, his voice low with a hint of danger in his tone. ‎"Who texted you.“ ‎I didn't move. My footsteps frozen in fright. ‎My wrists still burned from the cuffs. Red bruises marred my wrists. The phone in my hand with unknown R's text glowing on the screen. ‎Alessio stood in the door way. He turned back to look at me, he had a dark grin on his face which made my lips move in hesitant fear. His smile drooped in anger at my actions. Alessio's jaw ticked. A muscle twitched there. ‎He strode towards me. His hand gripped my chin. Fingers digging into my cheeks. ‎ ‎"When I talk, I expect you to answer me,“ Alessio whispered low into my ear. ‎I turned my chin to escape his grip. which I immediately regretted because his fingers only dug in more, hurting my cheeks. ‎He pushed my chin away roughly. ‎My neck snapped slightly due to the force. ‎A black velvet box rolled into my sight. I glanced up at him confusion written over my face.

‎For the first time since signing the contract, Elias was alone ‎The silence inside the penthouse felt unusually quiet. No orders. No threats. No dark eyes following his every movement. Alessio had left nearly an hour ago, and the absence of his presence should have been comforting. Instead, it felt wrong. Dangerous. Like the calm before a storm. Elias sat at the desk staring at the note folded between his fingers. The words hadn't changed no matter how many times he reread them. ‎The message wasn't what unsettled him. It was the fact that someone had slipped the note into his pocket without him noticing. Between Roman's messages, Alessio's secrets, and the mysterious name that kept resurfacing, Elias felt like he was trapped in a game where everyone knew the rules except him. ‎His gaze drifted toward the hallway. He thought about the address he had found. About L. Gray. About the way Alessio's expression had shifted whenever that name was mentioned. Every instinct told him to leav