Alpha Silas Human Luna

First step

Elena - POV

"I am sitting behind the desk, reviewing the document Mr. Ford gave. Everything was correct, and the pay was more than what Christian offered.

"Ms. Hayes, this deal is good. We should go ahead with this," Janice said, double-checking if any catch or clause could affect me later. But what troubled me was why this stranger from the day I met was helping me selflessly. What was the real deal about trusting someone blindly because of their generous act? It could be a ploy to get into my pants.

"I need to think about it, Janice." Janice looked up from the documents and gave me a perplexed stare.

"Why, Ms. Hayes, is there something wrong?" I shook my head.

"How about this, Janice? You call my financial adviser and lawyer tomorrow to my office." Janice still stared at me, not following my thought process. I knew she couldn't because I didn't need anyone's help and didn't want to become a damsel in distress. I was going to be the producer of my movie.

"Janice, do you understand what I am planning? Just get these gentlemen tomorrow. We are rejecting Ford Corporation's offer." Janice gasped, and I walked away, holding Ford's offer document to return it to Mr. Ford.

I was happy with this idea. I wished this idea had struck me earlier, and I could have rejected Mr. Ford back at the conference. I shouldn't blame myself as I was trying to process my emotions. I needed to cut myself some slack.

I needed to see how tomorrow would work out and how much I could invest in the movie to profit from it. Stepping into the elevator, I strolled and stopped at my door. I wanted to reject Mr. Ford's deal and give him a thank-you gift for saving my life. The gift was a small angel keychain in gold engraved with a special message.

"Thank you, Mr. Stranger, for saving my life." I knew this gift would make him cringe, so I returned it to my handbag.

I rang the bell, ready to face the cold Iceman. The door opened, and I gasped to see a half-naked body as the towel hung low on his waist, water droplets running down from his wet hair. His blue orbs stared at me, putting me under a spell that I didn't understand, this powerful pull. But I pulled myself together and stopped drooling over Mr. Ford's muscular physique.

"Do you need anything?" He stared at me with annoyance. Why was I even drooling over this stony heart asshole?

"I am here to reject the offer." His gaze elevated at my remark. This time, I walked away without giving him any reason to decline his offer.

"What is the reason?" he asked, his curiosity piqued. I turned over my shoulder.

"I can finance my projects. I don't need any help from you," I said, noticing a flicker of amusement in Mr. Ford's eyes, who were staring at my arrogant attitude.

"I still want to invest. How about splitting the budget?" Mr.Ford asked, back in business-like mode.

"I don't think so, Mr. Ford. I don't want anyone's money, and I don't want the pressure of being left hanging, just like the earlier producer who walked out on me." His gaze held an irritated look at my answer. I felt bad for rejecting him. So I turned to leave but stopped, turned, and walked back, pulling out the small gift from my handbag.

"What is this for?" he asked as Mr. Ford glanced at the tiny box and then at me.

"Just a thank-you gift," I muttered.

"I don't need this gift from you, but to be a business partner producer," Mr. Ford said as he tilted his head, trying to study my thoughts. Why is he insisting so much about this?

"If you sincerely want to thank me, I need you to accept this offer." His voice held a velvety touch that brushed my skin. I suppressed the delicious shudder.

"I will think about it, Mr. Ford." I stepped away, not getting swayed by his words.

"For saving my life, and thank you. I can reimburse you with money or anything materialistic you desire." He heaved a sigh at my remark. An elevator opened to reveal Yuri stepping out, and she saw a face holding a huge grin. I heard Mr. Ford curse under his breath.

"How are you?" Yuri strode over, and her warm smile made my lips twitch upward in response. Yuri pulled me into a warm embrace, which surprised me, but I reciprocated. She must have felt my awkwardness as she pulled away with a sheepish grin. Her gaze went to Mr. Ford with a reprimanding look. She rolled her eyes.

"What is in your hand?" Yuri asked, her gaze gleaming like a curious kid as she grabbed the red box I had handed Mr. Ford as a gift. I regretted giving it to him now.

"Elena gave it to me," Mr. Ford spoke in a weary tone. Yuri's gaze bounced back at me with curiosity.

"Can I unwrap the gift?" she asked, looking at both of us. Mr. Ford's eyes looked at me and then answered Yuri. Why the hell does he have to be with me on the spot?

"Ugh... sure, why not?" I said with a fake and awkward smile, internally worried about what they both would think upon seeing a keychain. I am bad at picking out gifts. Yuri unwrapped the gift like an excited toddler.

"Wow, this keychain is beautiful. But wait, why did you give the devil a cold-hearted keychain of an angel?" Yuri said, staring at the engraved words. Mr. Ford grunted in annoyance when Yuri looked at him with a rueful grin. I had to suppress my chuckle at Yuri's comment, which was befitting Mr. Ford.

"Well, he saved me. I just thought about giving him the keychain of an angel. That's what I learned in the orphanage when I saved someone. The sister in the orphanage gave me a similar keychain as a gift. I know it's weird." I stopped blabbing as both of their gazes held sympathy for me.

"I'm just tired, so let's get going," I said, trying to escape from this conversation. Yuri smiled, but Mr. Ford didn't show any emotion. I could still feel their gazes as I walked to my door. Shutting the door and taking a few breaths, it's intimidating to talk to them. I wonder why

Mr. Ford and Yuri are coming here? Don't they hate the city? It could be related to his business. Yuri and Mr. Ford are close, and I see Yuri mocking him. He didn't answer Yuri. The thought of Mr. Ford being close to someone else made my heart plummet.

What's up with me? Get a hold of yourself, Elena! I need to focus on getting my revenge on Jake. After showering and dressing comfortably, I poured wine into a glass and settled in front of the laptop desk. I tried to dig up some dirt on Lucy Mathew.

It was surprisingly easy to get my hands on a source of information from an illegal site, where many true articles about the details of Hollywood actors and actresses were stored in one place. It was a source that many people didn't know about, but I did. I had a particular motive for seeking it out: revenge. Revenge on Jake and Lucy. Lucy, who I thought of as a w***e and gold digger, was the name she went by in Hollywood.

I took my first step by texting Lucy, pretending to be a victim, and sending a message to provoke her. I waited for her to take the bait, and when she replied, I could see the smugness in her text.

As she continued texting, I begged her to leave Jake alone, insisting he was mine. Her responses were bitchy, and to make matters worse, she shared an intimate photo of herself and Jake. Tears of pain welled up, but I wiped them away and focused on the first step of my plan. This message was meant to be private, but I knew it would be leaked to the media and social platforms. I planned to ask Janice to hire someone from our staff to feed this news to the press.

That night, I tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. The pain and agony I had been suppressing for so long resurfaced, and I couldn't hold back the tears. Suddenly, a feral growling sound jolted me out of my misery. I got out of bed and followed the noise to the door. My chest tightened with fear as the noise grew louder, only to stop suddenly. Should I check outside? I hesitated at the doorknob but then grabbed a baseball bat before opening the door. Outside, I found the hallway empty, but droplets of blood and some animal fur were on the ground.