It was a sinner's suicide for anyone to work at Coopers Incorporation. It was no surprise that people aimed to stray far from the Devil known as Mr Elijah Cooper.
Cold, demanding, and rough, he ruled over everything with an iron grip and a calculati...
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After 1 year
Nora's P.O.V
The reflection staring back at me felt like a ghost from the past—one I barely recognized. I was wearing my mother’s wedding dress. The delicate lace hugged my frame perfectly, as if it had been waiting for this moment. This dress was more than just fabric and thread; it was a piece of her, a piece of the life she never got to see me live.
I traced my fingers over the embroidery, inhaling deeply. I never thought I would be here. Never thought I would be his.
Elijah Cooper—ruthless, untouchable, distant, had asked me to marry him.
And I had said yes.
Even now, as I stood in my wedding dress, my mind kept going back to that night. The moment when everything changed.
There were no grand gestures. No candlelit dinners or extravagant speeches. Just the two of us, standing in the quiet solitude of his penthouse, the city lights sprawling beneath us like a sea of flickering stars. The air smelled of rain, a storm having passed just moments ago, leaving behind the crisp scent of wet asphalt and the distant hum of car engines below.
I had been staring out at the skyline, my thoughts tangled in everything we had been through—the secrets, the betrayals, the undeniable pull between us. Everything had changed, I wasn’t just his assistant anymore, and he wasn’t my boss. We were so much more.
And then, I felt him behind me.
Not touching, not speaking—just standing there, his presence heavy, charged with something I couldn’t quite name. When I turned, his gaze was on me, unreadable yet piercing, like he was trying to see past my skin, past my fear, into the very core of me.
"Marry me," he said.
It wasn’t a question. It wasn’t even a plea. It was a statement, low and steady, like he had already made up his mind.
I blinked, my heart stuttering in my chest. "Elijah…"
"I know what you’re thinking," he interrupted, his jaw tightening. "That this is crazy. That I’m dangerous. That I’ve done things I can’t take back."
I swallowed hard. "Have you?"
His silence was deafening. He didn’t need to say it—I already knew the answer. Elijah Cooper wasn’t just a businessman. He wasn’t just some cold-hearted billionaire. He had blood on his hands.
But then, his voice softened. "I don’t deserve you, Nora. I know that." He exhaled, his fingers raking through his hair, something raw flickering in his pale blue eyes. "But I need you."
My breath hitched.
"You think I don’t feel?" he continued, stepping closer. "You think I don’t care? But I do. And it terrifies me." His hand reached out, fingers brushing against my wrist before curling around it, holding me there. "You’re the only thing in my life that isn’t tainted. The only thing I don’t want to ruin."
