His Paper Bride

"What! This cannot happen!"

Ella's father shouted at the top of his voice, his eyes wide with disbelief. His hands trembled as he slammed a file down on the table, papers scattering across the floor like broken promises.

"How can you do this to me, Don? I believed you!" he barked, voice cracking under the weight of betrayal. "You betrayed me. I took you like a brother!"

His chest rose and fell heavily, sweat gathering on his forehead. He turned away, rubbing his palms over his face as if trying to wake from a nightmare. "I can't believe this," he muttered, his voice fading, broken.

Ben's father, McDon stood there, cold and unbothered. His expression didn't flinch, his hands neatly clasped behind his back. He stared at Maleek like a man looking at a stranger, not the friend he'd once called family.

For years, Maleek and Don had been inseparable, two ambitious men chasing the same dream. They built everything side by side: business deals, travels, ideas, and risks. They shared laughter, late-night strategy sessions, and even family dinners. Everyone knew them as brothers in spirit. Maleek trusted Don more than anyone alive.

So when they came up with a groundbreaking idea that could change their lives forever, Maleek gave it his all. Together, they worked day and night, wrote proposals, and pitched to powerful investors. Hope filled the air, and soon enough, they were on the brink of success.

But unknown to Maleek, Don had gone behind his back, spreading lies, saying he had proof that Maleek once stole company funds to cover a loss. The story was false, but Don made it believable.

The night of their grand celebration arrived. The venue was glittering; chandeliers glowing above polished tables, the scent of expensive wine and success in the air. Guests smiled, investors mingled, and waiters floated around with champagne glasses.

Maleek and Don sat side by side, laughing, pretending everything was as it should be. They toasted with crystal glasses, clinking to a future that only one of them would have.

"Cheers," Don said with a thin smile that didn't reach his eyes.

When it was time for Maleek to give his final speech, he stood proudly. He walked to the front, his heart pounding with excitement and gratitude. He had rehearsed his words, his presentation was ready, and the final step before signing the contract that would secure their future.

He pressed the button on the remote.

The projector screen lit up.

But there were no slides. No data. No plans.

Instead, a video. A shaky, confidential clip. A man's voice, Maleek's voice, confessing to taking company money. Documents flashed across the screen, doctored images, emails that looked authentic but weren't.

Gasps filled the room. Forks dropped. The crowd's murmur grew louder. Faces turned cold, suspicious.

"What is this?" Maleek whispered, frozen in disbelief.

Don didn't move. He simply watched.

Within hours, every investor backed out. Phones rang off the hook. Emails came flooding in partnership terminated, funding withdrawn, legal review initiated. Don moved quickly, convincing everyone he was the innocent one, and they sided with him.

Maleek's company, his life's work collapsed overnight. He had poured his savings, his trust, his soul into that project, and it all vanished like dust in the wind.

Before he could even understand the depth of what had happened, police sirens wailed outside. Officers marched in, handcuffs glinting under the lights. Cameras flashed. Reporters shouted questions.

"Mr. Maleek, did you really steal from your investors?"

"Is this the end of your empire?"

His wife, Lisa, pushed through the crowd, her face pale, trembling. "Maleek! Please tell them the truth!" she cried.

He tried to speak, but the police pulled him away, his wrists bound in cold steel.

At the doorway, a small voice screamed.

"Mommy!"

It was Ella, just fifteen, standing barefoot at the staircase, her uniform still on, tears rolling down her cheeks. She ran into her mother's arms, shaking uncontrollably.

Her father; her hero, her inspiration, her pillar was dragged away in handcuffs before her eyes. The man she admired more than anything was now the center of humiliation, the face of betrayal.

And that night, something inside Ella changed forever.

"Hey! Bring back my purse!" Ella screamed, her voice echoing through the quiet, isolated street as a man in a hoodie sprinted off with her bag.

Her heart pounded hard against her chest, her breath shaky. The street was almost empty, just dim streetlights and her own fear bouncing off the walls of silence.

Ella bent forward, hands on her knees, catching her breath. The thief had vanished into the shadows. She let out a frustrated sigh, her eyes burning with tears.

It had only been two months since she moved from her small town to this massive, unforgiving city and already life was testing her.

She was living in a cramped, single room shared with three other girls she barely knew. The space smelled faintly of detergent and struggle; beds squeezed shoulder-to-shoulder, one fan trying its best to cool everyone. But Ella had no choice. This was what starting over looked like.

At twenty-five, she was stronger now, wiser, sharper, tougher. Life had taught her not to fold under pressure. Still, every night she prayed for a breakthrough, for that one opportunity that would change everything, not just for her, but for her parents too.

It had been two long months of walking from company to company, dropping applications, waiting endlessly. Each rejection chipped at her hope, but she never stopped. Until, finally, a letter came.

She'd been hired.

A well-known, prestigious company; the kind she'd only dreamed of. It felt unreal. Her eyes had watered when she got the call. Finally, a chance to start building the life she promised her parents.

"Hey! Watch your step!" someone shouted as she walked into the company building, nearly bumping into a glass divider.

Ella froze and quickly muttered an apology, realizing her eyes had been glued to the grand view; polished marble floors, silver elevators, cold air-conditioning that smelled of wealth, people in sleek suits walking with purpose.

The world she'd only seen in magazines now surrounded her, and for a moment, she felt small but also proud.

She approached the front desk with a polite smile and explained that she was the new hire. The receptionist, with perfectly painted nails and an overly polite smile, made a quick call and told her she'd be starting immediately as the CEO's personal assistant.

Ella's heart skipped. The CEO? That wasn't what she expected. But she steadied her nerves and followed the direction.

The moment she stepped into his office, the air felt heavier. The scent of strong cologne and tension filled the room. Everything was sleek; black furniture, spotless windows, a massive desk that screamed authority.

Ben looked up from his files; tall, dark, intimidating. His gaze was sharp enough to silence a room. Ella froze at the doorway, unsure what to say.

"Sit down," he ordered, his tone flat and commanding.

Ella quickly obeyed. Her palms were sweating, but she tried to stay calm.

"I already know your name and every detail I need," Ben said coldly. "No need for any introductions as I have no time for storytelling. If you have nothing else to say, get out of my office and begin what you'll be paid for."

His words hit like a slap. Cold. Dismissive.

Ella swallowed hard, forcing a weak smile as she stood up. She wasn't going to mess this up, not after fighting so hard to get here.

She found the nearest restroom, leaned over the sink, and looked at her reflection. Her eyes were tired but strong.

"This time," she whispered to herself, "I'll win for all of us."

Her reflection stared back with quiet fire and that was enough to push her through.

She returned to her desk and began working, carefully following instructions, refusing to make a single mistake. But before she could even settle, her office phone rang.

"Mr. Ben is calling for you," said a voice from the line.

Her stomach twisted. Already?

She took a deep breath, smoothed her dress, and knocked on the CEO's door.

"Come in," his deep voice called out.

She stepped inside, her voice trembling slightly. "Sir... you asked for me."

"Yes, I did," he said without looking up.

His eyes finally lifted, meeting hers; cold, piercing. "And why are you shaking?"

"N-no... nothing," she stammered, her lips trembling as she tried to hide her fear.

His expression hardened. "Then fix yourself," he snapped. "I don't want anyone ruining my day."

The words stung. She stepped out of his office quietly, her heart heavy, eyes stinging with tears she refused to shed.

"All this just on my first day?" she muttered under her breath, sighing deeply.

For a moment, she wondered if it was even worth it, maybe staying home jobless was better than enduring humiliation. But then she remembered her parents' faces, their laughter before everything went wrong. And that reminder alone made her stay.

The day dragged endlessly. When the closing hour came, she felt her body loosen with relief as finally, she could go home.

But before she could grab her bag, Ben's voice echoed from his office again. "Ella, stay behind. There's still work to do."

The excitement of leaving vanished instantly. She dropped her shoulders and whispered, "Oh my God, what a day," in a breathless, exhausted tone.

The next few hours were brutal task after task, his voice sharp with orders, his face unreadable. No breaks, no air. She could barely breathe.

But she kept going. Because giving up wasn't an option.

When the final task was done, she slumped into her chair, chest rising and falling in exhaustion.

"Finally," she whispered, exhaling deeply. "Finally."

She picked up her bag and stepped out of the office, the cold night air hitting her face like freedom.

Tomorrow would come and she'd face it head-on.

As Ella stepped into the building that morning, the air felt colder than usual. The glass walls shimmered under the city light, and the sound of heels clicking against the marble echoed through the wide hallway.

Heads slowly turned in her direction. Every step she took drew eyes filled with envy, jealousy, and quiet hatred.

"Why would the boss choose a simple, low-life girl like her as his PA?" one woman hissed under her breath, her lips twisting in disgust. "We're more beautiful, more polished and we've been here longer."

Her colleague scoffed, crossing her arms. "Hmm, I'm just as confused as you are."

Ella heard every word but pretended not to. Her chest burned, but she forced a small, practiced smile and walked straight to her desk. She'd learned to hide pain behind calmness and today would be no different. She was mentally, emotionally, and physically ready for whatever the day would bring.

A few minutes later, the room shifted, and a hush fell. The elevator doors slid open. Ben walked in.

His presence changed the temperature. He moved with sharp confidence, his expression unreadable yet provoking, like someone who owned every space he entered. Even the air seemed to hold its breath when he passed. Without sparing anyone a glance, he walked straight into the boardroom, where his executives were already waiting.

The meeting had barely begun when Ella's phone buzzed.

"Bring the documents from my desk, now," the message read. "And coffee."

Her heart sank. His coffee. She'd memorized every detail of his preferences, but fear muddled her thoughts. In her rush, she grabbed the wrong set of documents and prepared his coffee with sugar, the one thing he hated.

The walk to the boardroom felt endless. The door loomed like the gate to judgment. She entered, trying to steady her trembling hands as all eyes turned to her. The room was filled with the thick scent of cologne and powerful men in tailored suits watching her like an intruder.

Her knees weakened. She stretched the file toward Ben and, in that same moment, the coffee cup slipped from her hand. The hot liquid splashed across the documents, staining them brown. The silence that followed was deafening.

"Get. Out."

Ben's voice roared across the room like a whip. The veins on his hand stood out as he clenched his fist. "You can't follow a simple instruction?"

She froze, too stunned to move.

"Wait." His tone was sharp enough to slice the air.

He picked up the wet folder, eyes dark with disbelief. "So this isn't even the right document I asked for. I'm sure the coffee was filled with poison too."

A few quiet snickers from the room stabbed deeper than his words.

Ella lowered her gaze, fighting tears that threatened to spill. She turned and walked out as fast as her shaking legs could carry her. Her vision blurred. She could still hear faint laughter behind her, the mockery of her co-workers echoing down the hallway.

She sat at her desk, staring blankly at her screen. Her hands wouldn't stop trembling. Every whispered word around her felt like a knife.

Her mind screamed, Why does life keep testing me? Why do I always have to fight so hard just to breathe?

Ben's voice snapped her back.

"Ella. My office. Now."

She rose slowly, dread filling her chest. Inside, Ben stood by the window, back turned, his reflection cold against the glass.

"What is wrong with you?" he asked, voice low but sharp. "Is there something I need to know? Because you are getting on my nerves."

Her throat tightened. "N-no, sir... nothing."

He turned, eyes narrowing. "No. Tell me."

Something in her broke; fear, frustration, exhaustion all blending into courage. "You created the atmosphere, sir," she blurted out, her voice trembling but steadying with each word. "Since my first day, I've been scared to breathe around you. You give me no space and I'm always anxious when you're near. That's why I keep messing up."

For a heartbeat, silence filled the room. Ben's expression softened; not much, but enough to show surprise. No one had ever dared speak to him that way.

He leaned back slightly, studying her. "You can return to your desk," he said, his voice unexpectedly calm.

Ella nodded and left quietly, every step heavy with fear that she'd just talked herself out of a job. But beneath that fear, she felt an odd relief. The lightness that comes after saying what your heart has been screaming for too long.

Back in his office, Ben sat for a moment, still processing her words. For the first time, something about her; her courage, her honesty lingered in his thoughts longer than he expected.

He leaned back in his chair, staring at the closed door she had just walked through, and thought quietly, Who exactly is this woman?