Selene stepped off the elevator on the forty-third floor, heart still racing from the door clicking shut behind her yesterday. Mr. Cole's words echoed: "We have unfinished business."  

Business. Right. That's all it was.

Adam led her to a sleek desk outside the main office. "Access to emails, calendar, travel. No direct contact unless he requests it."  

"So I work for a ghost?"  

"Discretion is non-negotiable." Adam's eyes narrowed. "Problem?"  

She smiled tightly. "None at all."

The office was too quiet. Glass walls, half-closed blinds, leather, and ambition in the air. She settled in, fingers flying over the keyboard. The pay was insane. The catch would come.

Austin watched from behind through his one-way glass office. She didn't fidget, didn't glance around for approval. Just worked. She was calm and competent.  

He rubbed the fading bruise on his temple. Her voice from the rain replayed: "Are you insane?"  

No one spoke to him like that anymore.  

He'd had her found. Quietly. Her profile: no family, denied scholarships, desperate to travel. That was loneliness, which he recognized too well.  

It unsettled him more than the near-death experience.

The first days blurred. She fixed schedules and anticipated needs. Colleagues nodded-some smiled. One whispered, "New girl's already teacher's pet."  

She ignored it.

Then the file delivery.  

She knocked.  

"Come in."  

The voice was calm. Familiar.  

She stepped inside. 

He turned from the window, the bandage was gone now, and his suit was sharp. 

Her breath hitched.  

The man from the rain. The Blood. Recklessness.  

It was Him.

Austin's gaze locked.  

"You're early," he said smoothly.  

"I-sorry. The file." She thrust it forward.  

Up close, he was even more striking. Dangerous in control.  

"You saved my life that night." Casual. Like weather talk.  

Her pulse spiked. "You... remembered?"  

"I don't forget faces." Especially not hers.  

She crossed her arms. "I didn't do it for thanks."  

"I know."  

The air thickened.  

He stepped closer. "Stay. We need to discuss your role."  

Business, she told herself. Just business.

After that, he requested her frequently. Coffee runs. "Stay in my office-keep me company." Dry humor slipped in. He remembered her no-sugar preference. Sent her home early when she looked exhausted. He paid her salary advancement.

She tried not to feel it.  

But it failed.

One afternoon, hallway whispers:  

"Engagement's locked. Diana Rowe's father pushed hard."  

"Blake's not happy, but business is business."  

Selene froze. Diana?  

Her stomach twisted.  

She watched him more closely after that.  

Austin noticed.  

He wanted to tell her.  

But he couldn't.  

If she knew the truth-his name, his family, the past-she'd run.  

...So he stayed silent.  

But silence had limits.

That evening, she lingered in the break room, pouring coffee she didn't want, when a colleague-Lila, that's always too loud-stepped in close.  

"Sleeping your way to the top already?" Lila's smile didn't reach her eyes.  

Selene set the pot down carefully. Her hand didn't shake. Not yet. "Jealousy doesn't suit you."  

Lila laughed, low and mean. "Careful, sweetheart. Diana doesn't share her toys."  

The name landed like a slap. Selene met her gaze, steady. "Good thing I'm not anyone's toy."  

She walked out, pulse hammering in her ears.  

She didn't know Diana was already watching-through cameras, whispers, a quiet network tightening like a noose.

Selene didn't plan to fall in love.

If she had, she would have packed better defenses-thicker walls, sharper instincts, maybe a warning sign taped to her chest that read DO NOT GET ATTACHED. But love, like most inconvenient things, didn't ask for permission.

It crept in quietly.

It was the way Mr. Cole-Austin-noticed details no one else ever did. The way he remembered she hated artificial sweeteners but tolerated honey. The way he never interrupted her when she spoke, as if her words mattered enough to wait for.

She told herself it was nothing.

Men like him were kind because they could afford to be.

Still, when she stayed late one evening organizing files, she caught herself smiling at her screen for no reason at all. That scared her more than loneliness ever had.

She shut down her computer and leaned back in her chair.

Get it together, Selene, she thought. This is a job. Not a fairytale.

But fairytales had a way of sneaking up on girls who didn't believe in them.

Austin noticed the change too.

He noticed everything.

He had grown up learning how to read people the way other children learned how to read books. In the Blake household, silence was power and information was currency. His father, Richard Blake, ruled with charm and quiet cruelty. Mistakes were corrected, never forgiven. Weakness was mocked.

Austin learned early how to disappear emotionally. But now? He expresses his emotions more, especially whenever he's around Selene.

At sixteen, he'd been sent to boarding school abroad-not for education, but control. At twenty-one, he inherited responsibility instead of freedom. By thirty, he was one of the most powerful men in the city-and one of the loneliest.

People loved his money.

They respected his name.

No one ever asked if he was okay.

Until he met Selene.

She didn't pry. Didn't flatter. Didn't chase.

She existed beside him, not beneath him.

And that was dangerous.

The day everything cracked open was a Thursday.

Selene remembered because Thursdays were usually boring-safe. She liked it safe.

She had decided, after weeks of internal debate and several pep talks to her bathroom mirror, that she was going to tell him how she felt.

Not dramatically. Not desperately.

Just honestly.

She wore a red scarf that morning, the one she bought with her first paycheck. He'd once said, casually, "Red suits you." She pretended not to care at the time. She cared now.

Her heart pounded as she stepped out of the elevator onto his floor.

The atmosphere felt... wrong.

The receptionist avoided her eyes. Two executives whispered near the glass wall, their voices sharp and excited.

Selene slowed.

"...the engagement is official," one of them said.

"Yes. Diana Rowe," the other replied. "Her father finally got what he wanted."

Selene stopped walking.

"Wait-engagement?" the first continued. "I thought Blake hated the idea."

"Business doesn't care what he hates."

The words settled in her chest like broken glass.

She didn't want to jump to conclusions. She hated women in movies who overheard half a sentence and ruined their own lives. She took a breath and walked toward Austin's office anyway.

She deserved the truth.

Austin was standing by the window when she entered, phone pressed to his ear, jaw tight.

"Yes," he said quietly. "I understand the terms."

He ended the call and turned.

Selene didn't smile.

He noticed immediately.

"Is something wrong?" he asked. His tone was calm but stern.

Her voice came out softer than she expected. "Are you engaged?"

The silence that followed was loud.

Austin's shoulders stiffened-not in surprise, but in resignation.

"Yes," he said finally.

The room felt smaller.

"To Diana Rowe?" Selene asked.

"Yes."

Her fingers tightened around the scarf.

"For business," he added quickly. "It's not what it looks like."

She let out a small, broken laugh. "That's funny. Because it looks exactly like what it is."

"Selene-"

"Is she pregnant?" she asked, the words burning on their way out.

His face drained of color. "She said that?"

She nodded. "So it's true."

"No," he said firmly. "I don't know what she's trying to do, but-"

She stepped back.

It felt like déjà vu-standing in a room with a man who had more power than honesty.

Her mind betrayed her, dragging up memories she rarely touched.

Memories of her mother sitting at the kitchen table years ago, hands shaking, whispering about debts and threats.

Her father left one night, promising he'd fix things.

The fire.

The silence afterward.

Men who said trust me had never stayed.

"I should've known," Selene said quietly. "Men like you don't choose women like me."

"That's not true."

She looked at him then, really looked.

"Then why didn't you tell me who you were?"

He opened his mouth.

No answer came out.

And that was the answer.

Selene walked out of the building without waiting for permission.

She quit the next day.

Packed her life into two suitcases and moved to the other side of the city, where no one knew her name and no one expected anything from her.

She got a job as a waitress in Aalia restaurant in Sydney. It smelled like oil and burnt bread. It wasn't glamorous-but it was honest.

At night, when exhaustion forced her to sit still, the past crept in.

She remembered being seventeen, standing in a government office, signing papers that made her officially alone. No inheritance. No justice. Just survival.

She'd built herself from nothing once.

She could do it again.

Austin unraveled quietly.

No public scandals. No dramatic breakdowns.

Just alcohol replacing sleep. Guilt replacing logic.

His grandmother, Victoria Blake, noticed.

She had always been different from the rest of the family-too sharp to be fooled, too old to be controlled.

"You're losing her," she told him one evening over tea. "And for once, it won't be because of money."

"She left," Austin replied bitterly.

Victoria raised an eyebrow. "You pushed."

She leaned closer. "That girl carries grief the way other women carry handbags. If you don't fight for her, Diana will destroy her."

That got his attention.

"What do you know about Diana?" he asked.

Victoria's lips pressed into a thin line. "Enough to be afraid."

And fear, Austin realized, was no longer an option.

Selene thought leaving would make the pain smaller.

It didn't.

It only made it quieter.

Her new life was built on survival, not comfort. The apartment was smaller than her last one, and the walls were thin enough to hear her neighbor's television arguing every night. The restaurant smelled like burnt oil and impatience. Customers snapped fingers like she was invisible until they needed something.

Still, it was hers.

No secrets.

No lies.

No billionaires pretending to be someone else.

She told herself that was enough.

But some nights, exhaustion peeled away her discipline, and Austin crept in uninvited-his calm voice, the way he listened, the softness he hid behind control. She hated that her heart still reacted like it hadn't been warned.

She hated herself more for missing him.

Austin, meanwhile, was unraveling in slow motion.

He showed up to meetings late. Sometimes not at all. His phone rang endlessly, unanswered. His apartment smelled like alcohol and regret. Every glass he poured felt like a punishment he deserved.

He replayed the moment Selene had asked, Why didn't you tell me who you were?

Because he was a coward.

Because he'd learned early that honesty cost people their lives, their families, their power.

Because his father had taught him that secrets were protection-even when they destroyed everything else.

His grandmother saw through him easily.

"You look like a man hiding behind excuses," Victoria Blake said calmly, pouring tea in his penthouse like it was her own home. "And excuses rot faster than guilt."

"She left," Austin said bitterly.

"She ran," Victoria corrected. "Because you gave her no reason to stay."

She studied him for a long moment. "Diana is watching her."

Austin's head snapped up. "What?"

"She always watches the things she wants to destroy."

That night, Austin made a decision.

He would fight for the ladyhe actually cared about.

Selene noticed the changes before she saw him. A car parked too often across the street.

Someone asking her coworkers questions.

A message slipped into her locker at work-blank, except for a single red lipstick smear.

She told herself she was imagining things.

Until the flowers arrived.

White lilies. They looked expensive and familiar.

She didn't need to read the card.

She threw them away.

The next day, Austin showed up.

He stood at the edge of the restaurant, suit too sharp for the greasy floor, eyes fixed on her like she was the only thing keeping him upright.

Selene froze.

Of course, he came back like this-polished, controlled, looking like regret dressed in money.

She turned away.

"Selene," he said softly.

She kept walking.

He followed.

"Please," he added. "Just five minutes and I'll leave."

She stopped, spun, and hissed, "You don't get five minutes. You lost that privilege."

Customers stared. Someone whispered.

Austin swallowed. "I just want to talk."

She laughed without humor. "Funny. You were silent when it mattered."

She walked past him.

That was the first rejection.

The second time, he waited outside her apartment.

The third, he showed up during her break. She ignored.

The fourth, he sent a message through his grandmother-I raised him better than this. Hear him out.

The fifth, he showed up soaked in rain like the night they met. Waiting for her outside her apartment again, she saw him through the window but she never came out till he left.

The sixth time, Selene looked him dead in the eye and said, "If you come near me again, I'll call the police."

Austin nodded. "But give mea chance to say I'm sorry." she ignored 

He left.

She thought that was the end.

She was wrong.

The seventh time, everything went wrong.

It happened fast.

Selene was walking home after a late shift, anger simmering beneath her skin. She'd seen Diana's face that morning-on a magazine cover, smiling, perfect, untouched.

Engaged to Austin Blake.

The universe had a terrible sense of humor.

She heard footsteps behind her.

"Selene-wait."

Her chest tightened.

"No," she snapped, walking faster.

"Please," Austin said, urgency cracking his voice. "Just listen-"

She turned sharply. "I said leave me alone!"

She stepped off the curb without looking.

Austin lunged forward.

The car came out of nowhere.

The impact was sickening.

Metal screamed. Glass shattered.

Austin hit the ground hard, his body folding unnaturally as blood spread beneath him.

Time stopped.

Selene screamed. She ran towards him and dropped beside him, hands shaking, pressing against his chest like she could hold his life in place.

"No no no," she sobbed. "Stay with me. Please-don't you dare leave me now."

His eyes fluttered.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

Her tears fell onto his face. "I love you," she cried. "I never stopped."

Sirens filled the air.

Hands pulled her away. "No leave me alone " she yelled in frustration "I want to be with him, please" tears rolling down her face.

And just like that, the city took him from her again.

The hospital smelled like fear and antiseptic.

Selene paced until her legs gave out.

When Diana arrived, dressed perfectly in black, Selene knew instinctively-this woman was not here to console.

The slap came without warning.

"If he dies," Diana hissed, eyes wild, "I'll make sure you rot in jail."

Her Security dragged Selene away.

"Take her away I don't want to see her disgusting face here". Diane snapped 

"Let go of me". She sobbed as they rough-handled her to the door

Austin survived.

But Barely. His pulse had become steady but he was still in a coma. 

But Selene wasn't allowed to see him.

Days later, she was wiping tables at the restaurant when the room went quiet.

She looked up and drifted into her imagination.

She imagined Austin standing in the doorway.

Smiling and Alive.

She imagined running into his arms hugging him tightly..

"I thought I lost you," she whispered into his chest.

"You can't get rid of me that easily," he said hoarsely.

Right there-among strangers and spilled drinks-he dropped to one knee.

"Will you marry me?"

Selene didn't hesitate.

"Yes."

"Hello.. hello Selene" her boss yelled snapping her back to reality. She was just daydreaming and unconsciously spilled tea on the floor.

"What's wrong with you? Can't u focus at work or do you want to continue the rest of your day unemployed?" He asked angrily 

"No, I'm sorry it'll never happen again" she said pleading 

"Now get back to work or this will be your last" he replied and walked back to his office 

Somewhere far away, Diana watched.

And smiled.

Because she had already had plans for Selene if Austin didn't make it alive-

If she couldn't have Austin... no one would.

...............................................

Weeks passed and Austin was still at the hospital. Diann been visiting him regularly not because she cared but because the public expects much from the CEO's fiancée. She left the hospital early that day.

Not long after she left the nurse came in to check up on Austin. And that's when it happened. His finger twitched, the nurse noticed while trying to refill his drip then he suddenly gasped for air almost like he was in shock, and opened his eyes immediately. His nurse rushed immediately out of panic to give him oxygen.

"Where's Selene?" He asked 

"Please sir you have to calm down, you need rest Selene is fine". The nurse said 

"Please I need to see her"

"Ok we'll arrange a day for her visit but you need to rest please" 

"No I need to go see her now, she's in danger " Austin replied looking frustrated and restless 

"Unfortunately we can't do that sir" the nurse replied 

"I'll pay you, just get me out of this place" he replied desperately 

"Ok hold on let me talk to my boss, I'll be back " she left his ward and went to meet Dr. Charles at his office 

"Uhmm good day sir"

"How are you nurse Ellie"  he replied 

" I'm alright" " sir we have an issue with one of the patients " she added immediately 

"What's the issue" his gaze was now serious 

"Sir he wants to leave the hospital to see someone he said it's important " she said 

"Hmm, and who's this patient you speak of?" Doc Charles asked

"Sir I think it's Mr Blake " she responded 

"Take me to his ward" he instructed 

On getting to his ward, Austin had already forced himself up, he was now sitting on his bed like he was trying to get up and run

"How are you doing Mr Blake" Dr Charles asked once they entered the room

"You must be her boss" Austin replied " I've told ur staff to get me out of this place I have something urgent to attend to

"But sir you haven't fully recovered... I mean...."

"I'm doing just fine" Austin interrupted " I'll pay you, just get me to her restaurant then I will come back to continue my treatment"

"Or are you forgetting who my family is??" 

"No sir, Ellie get him a wheelchair " the doctor instructed 

"Yes boss" she left

" but sir this is risky, are you sure this can't wait till tomorrow?" The doctor asked Austin 

"I'm afraid it can't, she's in danger"

"Just know I can lose my job for this, but I'll help you " replied doctor Charles 

In the Ambulance the doctor dropped off Austin across Selene's restaurant that evening and nurse Ellie assisted in pushing his wheelchair towards the restaurant.

It was almost closing time and Selene was tidying the tables and mopping the messy ground while waiting for the remaining customers to finish. That's when she saw them at the doorway.. 

"Could this be real?" she wondered

She was happy and worried at the same time when she saw him in the wheelchair, "Does this mean her poor Austin will never walk again?" Tears streamed down her face as she watched him being pushed by the nurse

Austin could not hold back his tears either

"Selene" he finally said as he was now facing her directly 

"I thought I lost you," she whispered

And just right there-among customers and strangers, he told the nurse to assist him down the wheelchair and he dropped to one knee.

"Will you marry me?"

Selene was shocked it was just as she imagined. She couldn't hold back the tears anymore.

She said yes. She didn't hesitate 

She dropped down, wrapped her arms around him hugging him tightly.. and kissed him.

The word came out shaky, soaked in disbelief, but it was real.

The restaurant erupted in murmurs, applause, forks clinking against plates as people realized they were witnessing something intimate they had no business watching. Austin stayed on one knee longer than necessary, like standing up too quickly might make her disappear again.

He slipped the ring onto her finger with trembling hands.

"I don't have anything figured out yet," he said quietly. "My life is a mess. My family is worse. And I've already hurt you more than I can forgive myself for."

Selene exhaled a broken laugh. "That's the most honest thing you've ever said."

He looked up at her. "I'm done hiding."

She wanted to believe him. God, she wanted to. But trust didn't heal as fast as bones.

The scar on his collarbone peeked through his shirt, a violent reminder of how close she'd come to losing him. Her chest tightened.

"Don't ever scare me like that again," she whispered.

Austin stood, pulling her into his arms. "I promise."

But Promises were dangerous things.

Almost immediately he passed out

"No no no not again.. babe wake up" Selene's distorted voice echoed in the distance as Austin was rushed back to the hospital by the nurse. That was the last thing he had before he lost consciousness completely.

Diana shattered the illusion two hours later.

Selene was in Austin's hospital room, fingers tracing circles on his wrist as he slept. Machines beeped softly, indifferent to human suffering. She watched his chest rise and fall, counting each breath like a prayer. He managed to open his eyes weakly.

The door opened without knocking.

Diana Blake stepped inside like she owned oxygen.

Her eyes locked on Selene's hand-specifically, the ring.

Something dark flickered across her face.

"So," Diana said coolly, "this is how betrayal looks in person."

Selene stiffened but didn't move. "You shouldn't be here."

Diana smiled. "Funny. That's exactly what I was about to say to you."

Austin stirred. "Diana," he groaned. "Leave."

She ignored him.

"You think almost killing him earns you loyalty?" Diana continued, voice dangerously calm. "Or sympathy? Or-" her gaze dropped again "-a ring?"

Selene stood slowly. "I didn't push him."

"No," Diana agreed softly. "You just exist recklessly."

Austin forced himself upright, pain slicing through his ribs. "Enough. I chose Selene. You don't get a vote."

Diana laughed - a sound sharp enough to cut glass. "You've always been weak where emotions are concerned."

She stepped closer to Selene. Too close.

"This won't last," Diana whispered. "Men like Austin don't belong to girls who wait tables."

Selene's lips curved in a small, deadly smile. "And women like you don't belong anywhere near love."

For a moment, the air felt combustible.

Then Diana straightened, smoothing her coat. "Enjoy your engagement."

She paused at the door.

"While it lasts."