His Starlight, Her Fiery Reckoning

Zhao Da

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I was the secret lover of my CEO, Kristofer Gordon. He called me his "Starlight," and I, a brilliant but naive software engineer, believed him. Then he publicly chose his fragile childhood friend, Elenor, revealing I was nothing more than a disposable secret. The cruelty didn't stop there. He bought my late mother's necklace for Elenor, who taunted me by putting it on a stray dog. When I snapped and attacked her, Kristofer had me arrested and beaten in jail. Lying in a hospital bed, I learned the final truth from a gloating Elenor: Kristofer had secretly filmed every intimate moment we ever shared, holding the tapes as blackmail. He wanted to break me. He wanted me to suffer. But the woman he thought he destroyed died that day. I walked out, set his mansion on fire, and disappeared. This time, I would be the one in control.

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Chapter 11

01-06 22:10

Chapter 1

I was the secret lover of my CEO, Kristofer Gordon. He called me his "Starlight," and I, a brilliant but naive software engineer, believed him.

Then he publicly chose his fragile childhood friend, Elenor, revealing I was nothing more than a disposable secret.

The cruelty didn't stop there. He bought my late mother's necklace for Elenor, who taunted me by putting it on a stray dog. When I snapped and attacked her, Kristofer had me arrested and beaten in jail.

Lying in a hospital bed, I learned the final truth from a gloating Elenor: Kristofer had secretly filmed every intimate moment we ever shared, holding the tapes as blackmail.

He wanted to break me. He wanted me to suffer.

But the woman he thought he destroyed died that day. I walked out, set his mansion on fire, and disappeared.

This time, I would be the one in control.

Chapter 1

His touch was a ghost, a whispered promise in the dark that vanished with the morning light. Kristofer Gordon, my CEO, my secret lover, was already pulling away. My heart, foolish and hopeful, still thrummed a desperate rhythm against my ribs. I wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe us. But Kristofer, brilliant and cold, always kept a part of himself locked away.

"You need to go," he said, his voice flat, devoid of the warmth that had filled the room moments before. He didn't even look at me. His eyes were fixed on the sunrise painting the city skyline, a view I knew was worth more than my entire annual salary.

I watched him, every inch of his perfect body, the sharp lines of his jaw, the way his dark hair fell just so. I loved him with a ferocity that scared me. I wanted to reach out, to trace the path of my fingers on his skin, to pull him back into the bed, back into our secret. But I didn't. I knew better.

"Kristofer," I started, my voice a soft plea. I needed more than these stolen moments, more than his practiced detachment. "Can't we just... talk?"

He sighed, a barely audible puff of air, but it hit me like a slap. "We did talk, Adah. Last night. We always talk." He finally turned, his gaze sweeping over me without truly seeing. "Now, I have a board meeting. You have work."

Work. Right. The junior software engineer. The invisible cog in his massive machine. That was my official title. Not 'the woman he passionately held hours ago.'

"Is it always going to be like this?" I asked, hating the tremor in my voice, hating my own weakness. I knew the answer, but I needed to hear it. I needed him to acknowledge what we had, even if it was just a whisper.

He walked to the dresser, picking up his watch. "Like what, Adah? We agreed. Discretion. Professionalism." He wound the watch, his movements precise, unhurried. He was a master of control, of keeping everything, especially his emotions, perfectly in check.

My stomach clenched. "Discretion? Professionalism? What about... us?" The word felt foreign, fragile, in the sterile morning air.

He paused, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes, then it was gone. "There is no 'us,' Adah. Not in the way you mean. You know that." He finally looked at me, a direct, piercing gaze that stripped me bare. "Don't ruin this for yourself."

He dressed quickly, each article of clothing a barrier he meticulously built between us. The expensive suit jacket, the perfectly knotted tie, they weren't just clothes; they were his armor, shielding him from anything real. He grabbed his phone from the nightstand, and as he did, the screen briefly flashed. A notification. A message from someone named "Elenor." A heart emoji next to her name.

My breath hitched. Elenor. The name struck me like a physical blow. I had heard it before, whispered by colleagues, a long-lost friend, someone important to him. But the heart emoji... it burned a hole through my chest.

He slipped the phone into his pocket, oblivious to the storm raging inside me. "I'll see you at the office," he said, his voice already distant. Then he was gone, the door closing with a soft click that echoed in the sudden silence.

I lay there for a long time, the lingering scent of him on the sheets a cruel reminder. My mind raced, trying to make sense of the heart emoji, of his coldness, of the growing unease I'd learned to push down. Elenor.

Later that day, unable to shake the image, I found myself driving, my mind a blur. I didn't know where I was going, only that I needed to know. I saw his car parked outside a quiet, upscale cafe, a place he never took me. My heart hammered.

And then I saw her. A slender woman with delicate features, light hair, laughing. Kristofer was holding her hand across the table, his thumb gently stroking her skin. The same hand that had just been tangled in my hair. His face, usually a mask of control, was softer, a genuine smile playing on his lips. My world tilted.

The memory of the past few months flooded my mind, a cruel highlight reel of how I'd fallen for him. I was Adah Burch, an orphan, a junior software engineer desperate to prove herself in a world that often overlooked women. I was ambitious, brilliant even, but naive when it came to love.

I remembered the night it truly began. I had just joined his company, a fresh-faced graduate with fire in my belly. Kristofer Gordon, the CEO. Everyone said he was untouchable, a genius, but also a stone, cold and unyielding. I watched him from afar, intimidated but also fascinated.

One night, after a late-night coding session, I saw him alone in his office, working. I don't know what possessed me, maybe it was arrogance, maybe it was a desperate need to be seen, but I walked in.

"Mr. Gordon," I said, my voice steadier than I felt. "Still here?"

He looked up, his eyes, dark and intense, fixing on me. "Burch. And you." It wasn't a question. "Some of us have deadlines."

"So do I," I shot back, a spark of defiance flaring. "But I finished mine." I pushed a flash drive across his desk. "It's a small optimization for the new AI module. It should cut processing time by about fifteen percent."

He picked up the drive, his gaze scrutinizing. "Fifteen percent? That's a bold claim, Adah."

"Test it," I challenged, feeling a rush of adrenaline. I wanted him to see me, not just as another employee, but as an equal.

A slow smile, rare and devastating, curled on his lips. "You're a risk-taker, aren't you, Adah?"

"Only when the reward is worth it," I said, holding his gaze.

That night, he called me back. He said my code was brilliant. He praised me, truly praised me, for the first time in my life. And then, he invited me to dinner. It started subtly, late-night talks, intellectual sparring that ignited a different kind of fire. He knew how to make me feel seen, heard, brilliant. He chipped away at my defenses, piece by calculated piece.

He never called me Adah. He called me "Starlight." It was a silly, endearing nickname that made my heart flutter like a trapped bird. "My little starlight," he'd whisper, his lips against my ear, and I would melt. I truly believed I was special to him. He made me feel like the only star in his sky.

I remembered the day I saw the paparazzi photos of him with Elenor Reynolds, arm-in-arm at a charity gala. My heart had plummeted. I confronted him, tears stinging my eyes. He was calm, dismissive. "Elenor is an old friend. A business arrangement. Nothing more." He looked at me then, his eyes softening, "You're my Starlight, Adah." And like an idiot, I believed him.

Back in the present, watching him with Elenor, the pieces clicked into place with horrifying clarity. The secret meetings, the late-night departures, his carefully guarded phone. It wasn't discretion; it was deception. He hadn't just been keeping us a secret; he was keeping me a secret from her.

My hands clenched on the steering wheel, knuckles white. The betrayal was a fresh wound, gaping and raw. My phone buzzed. It was my uncle, Jeffrey Howe. "Adah, you need to come home. Now." His voice was strained, urgent.

I drove back to the sprawling, empty house that had been my childhood prison, the place Jeffrey, my legal guardian, grudgingly called home. He was a man drowning in debt, always chasing the next big deal, always complaining about the burden I was.

"What is it?" I asked, walking into his study. He was pacing, agitated.

"It's about the arranged marriage, Adah," he blurted out, without preamble. "It's back on. The Shaffers are serious. They've offered a substantial sum."

My stomach churned. The arranged marriage. A relic of my deceased parents' desperate attempt to secure their legacy, a contract I' d always fought against. Now it felt like a lifeline, a way out of Kristofer's gilded cage.

"Good," I said, the word tasting like ash in my mouth. "I'll agree."

Jeffrey stopped pacing, his eyes widening in surprise. "You will? But... you always refused. What changed your mind, Adah?"

I met his gaze, my eyes cold, devoid of the hope and love that had once defined me. "I've learned a valuable lesson, Uncle. Love is a weakness. Power is the only currency that matters."

Jeffrey, ever the opportunist, rubbed his hands together. "Excellent, excellent! This changes everything. But there's just one thing, Adah." He hesitated, his gaze shifting uncomfortably. "Elenor... Elenor Reynolds, she's staying with us for a while. A family friend."

My world shattered again, the shards piercing my heart. Elenor. Here? In my home? The last shred of my composure snapped. I stared at him, my voice dangerously low. "Elenor Reynolds? The Elenor Reynolds? The one Kristofer Gordon is openly dating?"

Jeffrey flinched. "Dating? No, no, Adah. She's just... a guest. A very important guest." He wrung his hands, avoiding my gaze. "She's ill. She needs a quiet place to recover."

"Ill?" I scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping my lips. "Or is she just moving in? Is this your doing, Uncle? Another one of your schemes?" He had always been manipulative, trying to secure his position by selling me off.

"How dare you, Adah!" he blustered, his face reddening. "This is a respectable arrangement! And Elenor is a delicate, fragile girl. She needs our protection."

I stared at him, my uncle, the man who was supposed to protect me, who was now facilitating my public humiliation. A cold fury settled deep in my bones, replacing the raw pain. "Protection," I repeated, the word a venomous whisper. "Or is she just another commodity for you to sell, Uncle?"

Jeffrey's eyes narrowed. "Watch your tone, girl. You're still under my roof."

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down. The rage was a fire, but I needed to control it. For now. "I have conditions for this marriage, Uncle." My voice was flat, emotionless. "Everything I inherit, every penny of the Shaffer fortune, comes directly to me. No middleman. No 'management' fees for you."

His jaw dropped. "Adah, that's absurd! I'm your guardian! I manage your finances!"

"Not anymore," I stated, my resolve hardening. "And once the marriage is finalized, I want control of my parents' remaining assets. The ones you've been 'managing' into the ground."

He spluttered, outraged. "That's preposterous! You can't just-"

"I can," I cut him off, my voice like ice. "Or the deal is off. And you can explain to the Shaffers why their future daughter-in-law walked away from the biggest tech empire in the country." I watched his face, the greed battling with his shock. Greed, I knew, would always win.

"Fine," he gritted out, defeat warring with resentment. "But Elenor stays. She's already checked in."

My blood ran cold. She was already here. My humiliation was complete. I walked past him, my head held high, though my heart felt like a hollowed-out shell. As I reached the stairs, I heard a soft, sweet voice from the living room.

"Jeffrey, darling, is everything alright? I heard raised voices."

It was Elenor. Her voice, delicate and innocent, twisted the knife deeper. She was already making herself at home. My home. My uncle's house, which was now her temporary sanctuary. My heart, which I thought had died, felt a new, burning pain. This wasn't just betrayal; it was an invasion. And I knew, with chilling clarity, that this was just the beginning.

"No, Jeffrey," I said, my voice cutting through the air. "Everything is not alright. Not anymore." I turned and walked straight into the living room. Elenor sat on the pristine white couch, looking porcelain-fragile, a demure smile on her face. Her eyes, when they met mine, held a flicker of triumph, quickly masked.

"Adah, darling," she cooed, her innocent act making my skin crawl. "Your uncle told me you were home. Such a pleasant surprise. I hope you don't mind me staying here for a while." Her gaze subtly shifted to Kristofer's jacket draped over a chair, a jacket I had seen him wear just this morning. The implication was clear.

"No," I said, my voice flat, holding her gaze. "I don't mind. Not at all." A cold, hard resolve was setting in. "After all, this won't be my home much longer."

I watched her face, the faint widening of her eyes, the momentary crack in her facade. She knew. She knew everything. And Kristofer was in on it. I felt a surge of pure, unadulterated hatred.

"How rude!" Jeffrey exclaimed, rushing into the room. "Adah, apologize to Elenor immediately!"

I ignored him, my eyes still locked with Elenor's. "Make yourself comfortable, Elenor," I said, my voice laced with an icy sweetness. "You'll need it. Because when I leave, I promise to take everything worth having with me."

And with that, I turned and walked away, leaving them both stunned in the opulent living room, the echoes of my words hanging heavy in the air.