He groaned, dragging the phone into his hand, squinting at the glowing screen. Dozens of notifications lit up at once: stock updates, gossip alerts, Twitter tags, messages from Harrison's assistant, even emails from reporters he'd never heard of. One headline caught his eye, bold and impossible to ignore:
"Merger in the Making? Grey Conglomerate and Thompson Pharmaceuticals Tied Through Possible Union."
Alexander sat up, his heart slamming against his ribs. His breath caught as he scrolled. Every site, every business column, every gossip blog they were all saying the same thing. That the merger wasn't just a business deal. That it was about an arranged marriage. His name and Avery Thompson's name trended side by side, hashtags multiplying by the second.
#GreyAndThompson
#AlexanderAndAvery
#MarriageOfEmpires
A sick heat flushed through his chest. This wasn't supposed to get out. The families hadn't even finalized the date, and yet the world was already chewing it up, spitting it out, making it fact before he'd had a chance to breathe.
His pulse spiked as his phone rang. Harrison. He didn't answer. He couldn't not yet. His father's voice would only grind his nerves raw. Instead, he threw on a shirt and stalked toward the penthouse balcony, gripping the railing until his knuckles turned white.
From fifty stories up, the city looked small, manageable. But inside him, chaos screamed. The thought of Luna seeing this, of her believing it, made him sick.
And just as he thought it, fate made sure the nightmare came true.
LUNA'S APARTMENT
Luna Wells wasn't a woman who woke up early without reason. But this morning, she didn't need coffee or sunlight to yank her out of bed. She needed only Ruby Singh, her best friend and the human equivalent of a hurricane, barging into her loft with the kind of energy only Ruby could carry.
"Babe, you need to sit down. Right now." Ruby's voice was sharp, her phone already outstretched in her hand like it was a weapon. Her auburn curls bounced as she paced the living room, her oversized sunglasses pushed onto her head, a model-off-duty look perfected without effort.
Luna, still in one of Alexander's shirts from the night before, frowned as she rubbed her eyes. "Ruby, it's barely eight. What the hell is-"
"Sit. Down."
Something in Ruby's tone made her obey. The phone was thrust into her hands, and when Luna's gaze landed on the glowing headline, her stomach dropped.
Alexander Grey. Avery Thompson.
Marriage. Merger.
It was everywhere. Luna scrolled through pages of speculation, each headline sharper than the last. Photos of Alexander and Avery at the dinner last night flooded her feed with two heirs standing side by side, smiling tightly for the cameras. The captions weren't kind.
"Power couple in the making?"
"The Greys and Thompsons join forces through marriage vows?"
"Move aside, models and starlets. Avery Thompson is the future Mrs. Grey."
Her fingers went numb. Her throat closed. She heard Ruby's voice, but it sounded far away.
"See? I told you. Men like him don't play fair. He's hiding things from you, Luna. Big things. You've been sneaking around like it's just some fling, but look at this. He's promised to someone else. And not just anyone, Avery freaking Thompson."
Luna's breath came in shallow gasps. She shook her head, clutching the phone tighter, as if pressing it harder would erase the words.
"No. He would've told me. He-he wouldn't lie to me like this."
Ruby crouched in front of her, placing a hand on her knee. Her tone softened, though her eyes stayed fierce. "Sweetheart, I love you. But you've got to wake up. These families don't think like us. To them, marriage isn't about love, it's about money, power, control. You're not in their world. And I don't want you shattered when reality hits."
The words sliced through her chest.
***********
By the time Alexander returned to the penthouse that evening, Luna was waiting. The lights were low, her figure a shadow against the window. He froze at the sight of her, something in his chest tightening. He'd been dreading this all day.
"Luna," he breathed, setting his briefcase aside.
She turned, phone still clutched in her hand, eyes blazing with fury and pain. "So it's true."
He cursed under his breath. "You saw."
"I saw? Everyone saw, Alexander! The whole damn world knows before I do. Before you even thought to tell me." Her voice cracked, but her anger was sharp enough to mask it.
He stepped closer, palms raised. "It's not what you think. I was going to tell you. I just-"
"Just what? Forgot? Or maybe you planned to keep me in the dark while you played perfect heir with Avery Thompson? God, Alexander, I feel so stupid."
Her words cut deeper than any headline could. He moved to touch her, but she stepped back, shaking her head violently.
"I gave you everything. My trust. My heart. And you couldn't give me the truth."
"Luna." His voice broke as he reached for her again. This time she didn't pull away fast enough, and his hands framed her face, thumbs brushing her tears. "Listen to me. You're the one I love. You're the one I want. This-this marriage talk, it's my family. Their world. Their chains. Not mine."
"Then why didn't you tell me?"
"Because I was scared." The confession ripped from him, raw and desperate. "Scared you'd leave. Scared you'd look at me the way you're looking at me now."
For a heartbeat, her expression wavered. He pressed on, his forehead against hers, his voice trembling.
"I've never begged for anyone in my life, Luna. Not once. But I'm begging you now. Don't believe them. Believe me. I can fight this. For us. Just-just don't walk away."
Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her tears soaking his fingers. For a moment, it seemed she might crumble into his arms. But then she shoved him back, hard enough that his grip slipped.
"You should've trusted me first."
And before he could stop her, before he could think of the right words, she was gone.
The door slammed, echoing through the penthouse like a gunshot.
Alexander stood frozen, his hands shaking, his chest hollow. For the first time in years, he felt powerless. The empire could burn, the world could fall, and none of it would hurt as much as watching her walk away.