Chapter Two

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, and the woman looking back at me barely resembled someone ready to face the day. My eyes were rimmed with fear, the stress between my brows carved deep like a permanent mark. I hadn't slept a single second last night but thanks to a generous hand of concealer, it didn't look as awful as it felt.

I let out a long breath, only one name echoing over and over in my mind.

Jaxon Thorne.

The same name I'd been hearing nonstop since returning to Chicago. He was the miraculous billionaire who resurrected his father's failing empire and pushed it so far up the ladder that other corporate giants were scrambling to keep up. No one could deny the man's brilliance.

But that wasn't what had me trembling like a brittle leaf in a freezing storm.

It was the legend surrounding his reputation for being cold, brutal, and utterly void of mercy. They said he was the most dangerous businessman in Chicago.

That he had sent his own mother to prison.

That he kept a gun for people who dared cross him.

My God...

Working under a man like that?

Stealing information from right beneath his watchful eyes?

It felt as insane as resurrecting the dead.

If he discovered what I was doing, I might as well dig my grave beforehand. A violent shiver ran down my spine.

Please, God... I need help.

My phone buzzing broke me out of my spiraling thoughts. I walked over and watched the caller ID blink until the final ring sounded before I picked up.

"Your appointment is at exactly 10:00."

"Hm."

"Seraphina, don't try anything clever. If I find out and trust me, my gray-haired friends won't even get the chance to say goodbye."

My fingers clenched around the phone. "If you hurt even one of them, I swear, Mr. Creed"

He hung up.

Cowardly bastard...

A glance at my watch told me it was 9:27. I was already dressed, waiting for that call like a nervous prisoner awaiting judgment. Steeling myself, I grabbed my documents, walked to my car, and drove toward the Thorne Corporation headquarters. With every mile closer, my heartbeat sped up, and panic clawed higher in my chest.

Why did life insist on being so cruel?

When the skyscraper came into view, I parked and stepped out. My hands smoothed down my knee-length skirt and my blue blouse, trying to flatten out nervous creases more than actual fabric wrinkles. Inhaling deeply, I forced myself to enter the building. After the receptionist directed me, I took the elevator to the top floor.

The devil's nest.

When the doors slid open, I stepped out and wiped my sweaty palms on my skirt. The floor was sleek and modern white, gray, and black tones with splashes of color from the tasteful paintings lining the walls.

"Ms. Seraphina Vale?"

I turned to see a neatly dressed man walking toward me. Late twenties, confident stride, professional expression.

I nodded though my grip on my documents tightened. For a horrifying second I imagined him pointing at me and yelling TRAITOR!

Instead, he smiled and reached out his hand.

"Milton Cortez. Manager of Thorne Corporation. Please follow me."

He opened the door to his office and motioned for me to sit. As I settled, my eyes darted to the corner where a small, black security camera blinked quietly.

My stomach twisted.

If even the manager's office was under heavy surveillance, that meant the entire floor had eyes. This job was becoming harder by the second.

I rubbed my temple instinctively, then dropped my hand when I remembered I was being watched. Looking up, I found him studying me with sharp eyes, as if calculating risks.

"So, you're Sarah's cousin," he said, voice pointed but not unkind. "You're filling in until she returns from her treatment abroad?"

"Yes."

Sarah-Jaxon's previous secretary. I had no idea how Creed convinced her to be part of his scheme.

"And your mother is unwell, so you're urgently in need of a job."

"Yes."

He leaned back, folding his arms. "Tell me, why should we hire you?"

Because I need to save people who rely on me.

"Because I believe a good secretary makes their boss's work more efficient and more pleasant," I replied calmly. "And I'm confident I can be that secretary."

His lips curved in approval. He flipped through my documents. "You're qualified. Experienced."

Then his eyes lifted again. "Ms. Vale, is there anything you need to disclose before we proceed?"

My stomach dropped. Did he know? No, Creed made sure my real documents had no link to him. Even my last name came from my biological father.

I pushed back my fear and forced a straight spine. "Only that I'm a little... perfectionist."

He stood and extended his hand. His expression didn't give away his decision. I smiled weakly and shook it.

Please, God... let me get this job. For them. For my family.

"Congratulations, Ms. Vale. The job is yours."

I gasped. "Thank you!"

I felt excited and terrified all at once thrilled I could protect the people I loved, terrified I would be forced to betray a man even the bravest feared.

Mr. Cortez opened a drawer and handed me a folder. "Here are your responsibilities. Sign at the bottom."

I went through everything, signed the papers, and followed him to a small office adjacent to the CEO's. There, he told me to wait until Mr. Thorne returned from a meeting. I glanced around and sure enough, another camera glinted from behind me.

Like I'd been dropped into an ocean full of sharks and told to steal from them.

Sighing, I walked to the window, watching the busy city below. I had always been known for loyalty. For honesty. But fate shoved me into a situation where I'd have to betray someone all to keep my family from falling apart.

The desk phone beeped suddenly, making my pulse jump. I clutched the spot over my heart and paced.

"You can do this. You have to do this," I whispered. "Deep breaths, Seraphina. Deep breaths..."

The phone beeped again, snapping me out of it. I grabbed the tablet, hurried out, and knocked on the CEO's door.

"Come in," a sharp voice commanded.

I entered and froze.

The office was enormous. Nearly five times the size of mine and larger than Creed's. A massive window took up the entire back wall, showcasing Chicago's skyline in all its steel-and-glass glory. In front of it stood a man, tall and broad-shouldered, hands in his pockets. His vest clung to his sturdy frame like it was tailored for no one else.

"Sir, you cal-"

"Since you're new," he said, voice deep and controlled as he cut me off, "there are three things you should know about me."

Slowly, he turned.

"First"

His gaze landed on me like a physical weight.

"I do not tolerate lateness."

I swallowed.

"Second"

His eyes locked with mine, harder than stone.

"My dealings stay private."

My breath caught.

"And third"

His jaw tightened as a dangerous fire burned in his stare.

"I despise liars."

The air left my lungs.

He hadn't even finished looking at me... and already, I was drowning.

The way the words spilled from his lips sharp, cold, and dripping with venom left me frozen, the same terror clutching me since I stepped into this office. I sat across from him, dutifully recording his schedule while my fingers trembled over the iPad. But fear wasn't the only thing making my pulse race. No, my heart pounded because of the dangerously captivating man sitting right in front of me, and because every syllable of his smooth, metallic voice slid over my skin like a blade.

His beauty was the kind that stopped people mid-stride, forcing them to look again, unable to resist absorbing every inch of his impossible perfection. His features were carved with such precision they looked sculpted from granite. His midnight-black hair was so thick and glossy that my fingers actually twitched with the urge to run through it. And those stormy gray eyes, eyes capable of exposing the deepest, darkest parts of someone's soul with a single, effortless glance.

I kept telling myself to get a grip, to look away, to breathe. But I couldn't not until he finally lifted his gaze from the laptop. Heat rushed to my ears as I yanked my stare away, looking down at the screen in front of me. A whirlwind of emotions, fear and fascination, excitement and anxiety stormed through me so fiercely I felt light-headed.

"Here."

My head jerked up. He was sliding a bottle of water across the desk toward me. I took it quickly and drank half of it in one go, hoping it would steady me.

"Thank you," I whispered, pushing it back to him. He nudged it aside with one long finger, his eyes never leaving mine.

Then he pulled a thick manila folder from the stack of documents on his dark desk and held it out. "Read it, analyze it, and prepare a presentation for tomorrow's meeting."

"Yes, sir." The response escaped me automatically, drawn from my lips by his calm, commanding tone.

With a dismissive flick of his finger, he returned to attacking his keyboard, ending the conversation.

I stood, legs wobbling and stepped out of his office.

What was wrong with me? Why did I react like that around him?

I shook my head, inhaling sharply. I needed to remember why I was here, what I had been forced into. The quicker I finished this job, the quicker I could get out. But could I actually do it? Could I betray someone, even someone like him when my entire body rebelled against the idea?

"Ms. Vale."

I jumped violently, the folder slipping from my hands as papers scattered across the hallway floor.

Perfect.

"Oh gosh, did I scare you? I'm really sorry, Ms. Vale," Mr. Cortez said as he rushed over to help.

"No, no, it's fine. I was just... somewhere else in my head," I muttered, bending to gather the pages.

He straightened with one sheet in his hand. "The ILL and Project." He returned it to me with a friendly smile. "If you need any help with it, feel free to ask me." Then he added almost too quickly "Or anything else."

"Thank you. I'll keep that in mind."

Unlike his boss, Mr. Cortez was warm and courteous. His soft blue eyes and wavy dark-brown curls gave him an approachable, dependable aura completely opposite from the razor-sharp authority and danger Mr. Thorne radiated. Under different circumstances, I might have even considered being friends with him.

I hurried back to my desk and opened the file. From what I could gather, Mr. Thorne was planning to purchase several plots of land from a real estate company to build an exclusive resort for some influential aristocrat. My job was to outline the strategy, provide the cost analysis, and conclude convincingly why we should be granted the contract.

What a lovely task for my first day, insert sarcasm.

It was already 12:20 p.m. Even if I skipped lunch, there was no way I'd finish before tomorrow morning's meeting. With a sigh, I got to work until my phone buzzed beside me. Seeing the caller ID, I nearly leapt out of my chair, quickly blocking the screen from the office camera.

What now?

Clutching my phone, I slipped out of the office and checked the surrounding rooms. Luckily, both the CEO and the manager were at lunch. I rushed into the washroom, shut the door, and answered.

"I can't do this. You need to find someone else."

"Congratulations on landing the job. Now, I assume you have some information for me," he said, ignoring every word I'd just spoken.

"Did you not hear me? I can't do this!" My voice snapped under the pressure.

"Oh, apologies, I can barely hear anything over your loved ones' suffering." His cheerful tone sliced through me, making my heart clench painfully.

"You monster."

"Time is running, Seraphina. Tick tock, tick tock."

My head thudded back against the wall. A broken breath escaped me. "H-he's... working on striking a deal with someone named Mr. Vancouver," I forced out, my hand curling tightly into a fist.

"Good. Now get closer to Thorne. Find out his upcoming projects and keep me updated."

And he hung up.

I slid down the wall as tears streamed freely hot and unstoppable. My morals and my fear battled violently inside me, and fear was winning. Why was this happening to me? All I ever wanted was to give those helpless people a safe place for the little time they had left. And now... this.

Mom... why aren't you here? I need you.

My phone buzzed again. This time, it was my reminder for Mr. Thorne's conference call with a client. I wiped my face, reapplied my smudged eyeliner as best as I could, and hurried toward the conference room.

He was already inside, speaking on the massive screen across from him. When he saw me enter, he lifted one long finger and signaled me to leave without even looking directly at me.

"Sorry, sir," I murmured as I stepped out. His earlier words echoed in my mind: I prefer my business private.

Please, by all means keep everything private so I don't learn anything.

My stomach protested, reminding me I'd skipped lunch, but I pushed through. By the end of the day, the presentation was complete. All that remained was printing the slides and making copies. I hoped I could take care of that. In the morning my eyes burned, and every inch of my body begged for sleep.

Dragging myself to the CEO's office, I knocked.

"Hm," he answered, sounding just as exhausted as I felt.

I stepped inside. He didn't so much as glance up. His eyes stayed glued to the laptop, his brows slightly furrowed, his jaw ticking with focus. In another situation, I would've melted at the sight of him or maybe I already had.

Where on earth did these thoughts even come from?

Clearing my throat, I tried again. "Sir, the presentation is done." And thank you for making my first day one of the most stressful days of my life not that I didn't deserve it.

"Hm."

I crossed my fingers behind my back and prayed silently. "Only the printing and copying are left. Hopefully I can take care of that tomorrow morning?"

"Hm."

I blinked. Was that... agreement? Relief tugged a smile onto my lips.

That's when he finally looked up, removing the small device from his ear. "You were saying?"

My smile evaporated instantly. He'd been on a call? The entire time? And I'd just been rambling? He could've at least used that signature finger of his to warn me.

Before I could repeat myself, a knock sounded. At his nod, Mr. Cortez entered quickly, tension etched on his face.

"Sir, we have another bidder for the IL project."

Mr. Thorne's brows drew together, barely showing concern. "Who?"

"Silas Creed."

paced back and forth, exhaustion dragging at every muscle in my body after the torment I endured at work, yet my mind refused to settle. I had stayed late to finish the remaining tasks, unable to utter a single word ever since I heard that name.

He had already made his move.

And it was my fault.

I was the one who handed him the final key to reach the Thornes.

Criminal. That was exactly what I felt like nothing but a criminal.

My steps halted abruptly. I leaned my head against the wall as a broken sob crawled up my throat. My fist slammed into the wall again and again, each hit fueled by frustration. "Why... why? Just WHY?"

Why was I so weak? Why couldn't I stand up to him even once?

Because he had shaped me that way.

From the day I discovered he was seeing other women behind my mother's back, I became his enemy. From the day he first struck me, I became his puppet. From the day I started hiding his secrets from my mom, I became his obedient little stepdaughter.

On that one day, when I surrendered every string to him, he wrapped them around his fingers and controlled me for years. He struck me countless times, threatening to erase me from existence. And when I finally grew older grew braver enough to push back fate turned me into an orphan.

My mother never saw the monster she welcomed into our home. No one did. I never told anyone. I didn't want people to see me as small, helpless, or someone so easy to break.

And look where that silence led me life dragged me straight back into the same nightmare, and once again, I failed to muster the strength to fight.

A shrill ringing snapped me out of my spiraling thoughts. I wiped my face and grabbed my phone. A smile flickered when I saw the name on the screen; Jane, my attorney and dear friend. If anyone could offer some sort of good news to brighten my collapsing world, it would be her.

"Hey, J," I answered, my voice rough and worn-out.

"Seraphina..." Her voice faded, making my brows pinch together.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. Don't get so tense. I'm just... sorry I haven't been able to do anything yet." She tried to sound casual, but the hesitation behind her words was obvious-too obvious to miss.

"That's not everything. What are you hiding?" Jane was one of the strongest lawyers in the city, yet even she was powerless when it came to him, Creed.

"I don't want to pile more stress on you."

"You know it'll be even worse if you don't tell me."

She sighed in defeat. "Fine. I have two pieces of news for you, one good, one bad. Which do you want first?"

"The good one?"

"Ryan got beat up by his wife." She burst into laughter, pulling a small chuckle from me too.

But the moment faded quickly. "And the bad news?"

"Well..." She paused. Long enough for me to think the call had dropped. Then her voice returned, low and heavy. "Creed has them guarded like prisoners."

"What?"

My heart dropped. He couldn't do that to the elders. Their minds were fragile; this would shatter them.

"They can't leave, can't do anything without permission. He even cut off my visiting hours completely."

A hot surge of anger ignited deep inside me, spreading like fire through my veins. The room around me seemed to fall silent, swallowed by the roaring in my head. Only my ragged breathing filled the dark space.

"I'll talk to you later, Jane. Take care."

"Seraphina, don't you"

I hung up before she could finish.

All I saw was red.

Bright, furious red.

How could he do this after I had done everything he demanded?

I dialed his number, waiting through the slow, infuriating rings.

No answer.

I tried again.

And again.

And again.

Each attempt met with the same silence until my patience snapped and I hurled the phone onto the mattress with all my strength. It was late. That bastard was probably asleep resting comfortably while those elderly people suffered... while I unraveled.

A string of curses tore through my mind before sleep finally pulled me under, too.

Warmth brushed over my skin, soft and coaxing, slowly dissolving the darkness that had held me. I blinked groggily, immediately shielding my face with a hand as sunlight speared straight into my eyes.

It was bright. Too bright.

I turned to the clock on my bedside table and shot upright so fast the room spun violently. There were only twenty minutes left before work began. Twenty minutes until the IL project meeting.

Oh, for fuck's sake!

The next ten minutes vanished in a chaotic blur. I flew through my morning routine, showered at lightning speed, and threw on the first outfit my hands landed on a V-neck blouse paired with a pencil skirt.

If anyone had been keeping time, I could've secured the Guinness World Record.

My phone rang just as I climbed into my car. It was Mr. Cortez.

"Ms. Vale, where are you? The meeting begins in seven minutes."

"I'm almost there," I lied without shame. Everyone lied about their location; it was practically human nature. Praying I wouldn't be late, I tore through the streets, no doubt breaking more traffic laws than I could count.

When my heels finally tapped onto the marble floor of Vancouver Co., the clock struck nine. I didn't even wait for the girl at the elevator to move aside. I slipped in ahead of her, muttered an apologetic smile, and jabbed the button. Leaning on the gold wall, I tried to steady my breathing while the floor numbers blinked higher and higher.

Just as the nineteenth-floor doors parted, my heart resumed its frantic sprint right before I slammed straight into him. And by him, I meant him.

A sharp gasp escaped me as my body collided with his, my face smacking directly into his rock-solid chest. Pain shot through my nose.

Fantastic. Just fantastic.

I straightened quickly, clutching my throbbing nose then froze. I had just rammed into Jaxon Thorne. His gray eyes narrowed frostily beneath taut brows, his jaw clenched hard. He hadn't budged from the impact at all.

"Sorry!" I squeaked.

His lips thinned, and he continued glaring daggers at me. Not a word, just pure, cold warning.

Before he could incinerate me on the spot, the door beside us swung open and Mr. Cortez appeared. "Ms. Vale, you made it." His gaze shifted. "Sir, everyone is waiting for you."

With a curt nod, Mr. Thorne walked in though not without striking me with another icy glare.

Timidly, I trailed behind him. But the moment I lifted my eyes, my heart dropped and anger surged through me like wildfire.

Creed stood across the conference table, flanked by his entourage. My gaze darted to Mr. Thorne, who calmly shook hands with Mr. Vancouver, intentionally ignoring his rival.

Creed's lips curved into a smirk when he spotted me. He wasn't here just for business. He was here to steal exactly what Thorne wanted.

Before anyone noticed my shift in demeanor, I forced myself to regain composure and sat beside Mr. Cortez. My heart hammered, but more than fear, the urge to punch Creed made my fists curl. The glare I shot him hopefully delivered the message loud and clear.

Mr. Vancouver cleared his throat. "Mr. Thorne, I believe you know Mr. Creed. He has also shown interest in the project."

With uninterested ease, Mr. Thorne gave Creed the slightest nod, irritating him instantly.

"Then let's begin. Mr. Thorne, you'll present first."

On cue, I stood, grabbed my laptop, and walked to the front with confidence. I had done this countless times and I would make sure this one was unforgettable.

Watch your back, Creed.

I connected the laptop to the projector as the room's lights dimmed. After introducing myself, I began. The next ten minutes flowed smoothly. When the lights brightened again, several impressed expressions made my chest swell with satisfaction.

Even Thorne's face held the faintest upward curve.

Creed's, however, darkened.

"Excellent!" Mr. Vancouver clapped.

I thanked him and sat down, grabbing the glass of water to soothe my dry throat. As Creed's assistant walked past me to present, my chair jerked suddenly sending the glass flying out of my hands. Cold water splashed across my blouse.

What the actual hell?

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, Ms. Vale! I didn't mean to," she squealed in that shrill voice, but I caught the mockery hidden behind her apology.

Witch.

"It's fine," I said flatly, accepting tissues from Mr. Cortez and wiping myself dry. Just wait until Thorne won the deal-I wanted to see the look on their smug faces then.

But fate clearly despised me.

"Ms. Vale," Thorne's voice cut through the room. "You may wait outside."

What? Why? "Sir-"

"Leave."

No room for argument. No explanation.

Heat crawled up my neck as humiliation stabbed me. I bit my lip and walked out, leaving behind two self-satisfied smirks.

How could he do that? He was no better than Creed. Ungrateful, cold-hearted jerk.

Still fuming, I asked a nearby employee for directions to the washroom he stared at me far too eagerly, which should've been my first clue. I slammed the door shut and turned toward the mirror.

And froze.

My blouse white, already thin, had turned completely transparent. My red bra was boldly on display.

My cheeks flamed. My ears burned.

How in the hell did I not notice?

Then it hit me this was why Thorne had sent me out. And why that man had stared at me like that.

I squeezed my eyes shut. I wanted to fall through the floor or be buried alive.

Grabbing more tissues, I tried drying the fabric, but it didn't help much in this summer heat. Eventually, I managed to make it somewhat presentable and hurried back late, no doubt.

I was rounding the corner when someone yanked my arm, dragging me behind a wall.

I looked up, teeth clenched. "Creed, you bas-"

His expression was cold. "Seems like you don't care about those poor seniors as much as you claim."

"What would you know about love?" I spat, though my heart raced. Still, I knew he wouldn't dare touch me here. I wasn't a child anymore and we were in a public hallway.

"I know plenty. Enough to do whatever it takes to secure my empire, something you clearly don't understand."

"After everything I've done, you still dare say that? What have you done? You locked those elders away after promising you wouldn't harm them," I hissed. Fury roared through me.

"And I kept my word," he replied smoothly. "I didn't lay a hand on them. But..." His tone darkened. "...if you keep acting the way you are, sweetheart, I'd suggest you say your goodbyes soon."

His dark eyes bored into mine before he walked off, leaving a fresh wave of terror behind.

My hands trembled. Sweat dotted my forehead.

Why couldn't I remember that I was the weak link? That one slip of temper could get people hurt? Why couldn't I just be the obedient little puppet he molded?

Seconds later, hearing footsteps approach, I straightened myself and stepped out only to collide with a towering figure.

Mr. Thorne.

His steely gray eyes swept over me, assessing my state. Without a word, he shrugged off his suit jacket and draped it across my shoulders. He pulled both sides together and fastened the button while I stood frozen, staring up at him.

My breath caught as he leaned closer. His minty breath and masculine scent washed over me, sending my heart into a frenzy.

"Next time," he murmured, "remember not to wear red during working hours."

Straightening, he turned and walked away.