The CEO'S New Assistant:

He told me to run… but I couldn’t move.”

🖤 Chapter Three: The CEO’s New Assistant.

By lunchtime, Aria had already earned glares, whispers, and one coffee “accident” from another assistant.

The office environment was sharp and polished—but beneath the surface, it was a battlefield. And she had just walked in wearing a bullseye.

She sipped from her water bottle, ignoring the fake coughs and judgmental looks from the other women in sleek blouses and pencil skirts. The top floor was filled with ambition, beauty… and danger.

Most of it aimed at one man.

Damon Blackwood.

The mysterious, controlling billionaire. The cold, terrifying CEO.

And her legally bound husband.

Aria clenched her teeth as she typed up a press release, pretending she wasn’t aware of the way the VP of Marketing—Delilah Moore—was leaning across Damon’s desk again, voice syrupy, blouse too low, touch lingering too long.

Aria could see them through the glass wall of his office. Delilah touched his tie. Damon didn’t react. But Aria’s blood still boiled.

Her fingers tightened around her pen.

Why was she feeling this way?

It was just a fake marriage. A contract. That’s all it was supposed to be.

But the burning in her wrist said otherwise.

The mark shimmered again beneath her sleeve, a faint glow pulsing like it had a heartbeat of its own.

Aria took a deep breath.

No. She wouldn’t make a scene. She wouldn’t be that girl.

But when Delilah bent down, whispering something into Damon’s ear with a flirtatious smile, Aria’s self-control snapped.

She stood up. Walked over. Knocked once, then opened the door without waiting for permission.

Delilah straightened, her face twisting with fake politeness.

“Yes, dear?” she said, eyes mocking.

“I need Mr. Blackwood’s signature,” Aria said coolly, holding out a folder without looking at her.

Damon took it without blinking. His voice was neutral. “That’ll be all, Delilah.”

Delilah’s jaw ticked, but she forced a smile and strutted out like a runway model.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Aria turned to Damon.

“Is this how it’s going to be? I sit outside while women throw themselves at you?”

He didn’t look up. “You knew what this was.”

“Do I?” she snapped. “Because I keep feeling like I’m in a relationship that wants to burn me alive.”

His head snapped up then, eyes darkening. “Watch your tone.”

“No,” she said, stepping forward. “I’m tired of pretending. My body is changing. My emotions are all over the place. That mark—”

She yanked up her sleeve, revealing the glowing crescent.

“—It’s reacting to you. You’re not normal. And neither am I, apparently. So stop acting like I’m some office assistant you can ignore.”

Silence.

Damon stared at the mark, then at her.

He walked slowly around the desk until they stood chest to chest.

“You have no idea what you’re saying,” he murmured.

“Then explain it to me,” she whispered.

He brushed a knuckle against the mark. She flinched at the heat.

“You’re awakening,” he said under his breath. “Faster than I expected.”

She blinked. “What?”

“Your blood is older than you know. And mine—” His jaw clenched. “Mine is cursed.”

The air between them thickened. His eyes shimmered again—silver, untamed, burning.

She could feel his energy now. Not just human. Not just man.

Something primal. Wild.

Her lips parted, breath caught in her throat. “What are you?”

He leaned down, voice a whisper against her skin.

“Dangerous.”

And then—he stepped back, the moment shattered.

“You’re dismissed for the day,” he said coolly, retreating behind his desk like the mask had never slipped.

Aria stood there, stunned, heart thundering, mark burning.

One thing was clear.

Her husband wasn’t human.

And whatever was waking inside her… it wasn’t either.

Q:“Will she run from the monster inside him—or dare to love it?”

A: “The first kiss tasted like fire… and danger she could never escape.”💓

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