" What the hell are you doing here?" the word flew out of my mouth before I could take it back. " Do I need to tell my boyfriend before I come to his house?" Blair said walking closer to me and before I could shake off her presence, she planted a kiss on my lips. I twitched, not that I didn't enjoy it but for the fact that Celeste was there to witness it. I don't know her plan for the day but I knew she had told me earlier that she was going to have me introduced to my new organisation. " What's going on here?" Celeste asked, putting back her shades. Obviously, she had seen what she wanted to see. " I am so sorry about this, Celeste." I was about to do the introduction when her words stopped me abruptly. " I understand, Eli. You don't need to. We have a lot of appointments to meet up with today and also I need to introduce you to the company and you might need to get ready to meet some of your people." I watched as she walked back to her car. " Get ready. I am coming to pick you

All our gazes were fixed on the door, expecting the intruder to walk into the room. For some reason I felt quite agitated. I didn't know who was going to walk through the doors, but I knew one thing: he was going to cause havoc. The door sprang open, and a man in his late forties walked into the room. The look on his face was familiar, and I don't really need to be told who he was. Jordan's father. "What the hell are you doing here?" he snapped at the seated board of directors. I looked at Damien Roth, who stood up immediately. He walked towards him and laughed. "You still don't know," he said with a chuckle. "Know what?" The man who was standing close to the door looked at him. "This is Eli Turner. The same Turner, and he is here to claim his position. He is buying the company for a reasonable amount of money." Roth said again. "And what is my business with that? The last time I checked, I was not putting my company up for sale." Xavier shouted, banging his hand

The flash of cameras lit up the entire school entrance like it was a red carpet event. I could already see the headlines writing themselves in their heads—Mysterious CEO Steps In As Xavier Roth Falls From Grace. The paparazzi didn’t even know the full story yet. But they would have. They always did. I didn’t move at first. I sat quietly in the passenger seat, hands clasped together as I stared through the tinted glass, watching them swarm like vultures waiting for a corpse to stop twitching. My heart beat steadily as I took a quick glance through the tinted glasses. Celeste's hand hovered above the door handle but didn’t pull it open. She turned to me, her expression unreadable. “Are you sure you want to do this?” “Are you asking as my mentor or something else?” She leaned back slightly, but I didn’t miss the flicker in her eyes. “Maybe both.” I didn’t answer. Instead, I stepped out of the car, letting the noise explode like a storm. Dozens of microphones were shoved in

I looked at Blair and back at Celsete who had been my mentor, my everything. The only person who stood with me when my grandmother died." You said you are enlisting in this university?" I asked, my eyes nearly popping out of their sockets." That is right, Eli. I am your friend, guardian and only me gets to tell you who and who not to date." Celeste said with her gaze fixed on Blair.I can simply stare at the two of them although it felt awkward. I was never going to get used to it. I was a guy who always tried my best to please any lady who was in my life.Amelia was the only lady who I had feelings for. But she didn't see me the way I saw her. She made fun of me, jeered at me and made sure to humiliate me just the same way Jordan did.The two of them turned at the same time. " Are you going to say something or you are just going tokee staring at me?" Celeste said with a soothing voice.My eyes fell on her lips. The same lips that had kissed me passionately. Called me to order when

The moment Hendrick disappeared up the winding staircase, the atmosphere in the hall changed. The whispering continued, coming from every corner of the grand room. My eyes scanned faces—sharp cheekbones, narrowed gazes, painted lips curling in disdain. Men in tailored suits stood with hands tucked into their pockets; women with glittering necklaces leaned toward each other, whispering things they didn’t want me to hear but ensured I caught anyway. I clenched my fists, forcing myself not to react. My grandmother had warned me right before her death. Maybe this was what she was trying to protect me from. Maybe I was stupid enough to come here, or maybe I needed a family after all. “Eli, isn’t it?” A silky voice cut through the murmurs. I turned sharply. A woman descended the staircase opposite Hendrick’s path, moving with calculated elegance. She wore a blood-red dress, clinging to her like it had been designed for sin. Her hair, a cascade of raven-black curls, framed a face