Bound by vows torn by secrets

Zara's POV

It wasn't a secretary they were expecting, it was a reckoning. And, oh boy, did Sebastian Knight have one hell of a wake-up call headed his way. His family had wrecked mine. Today, I was going to return the favour.

The cold glass of the Knight Enterprises building reflected my vengeful expression as I stood on the curb and prepared to walk through that front door.

My pulse echoed in my head; today was the day I started dismantling the clan that had dismantled my own.

I wasn't there to apply for a secretarial position, no sirree, Bob! I was down for annihilation, and Mr Sebastian Knight had no idea what hit him... or rather would soon be hitting him.

The weight of my father's memory pressed heavily on my chest as I walked through the revolving doors, each step deliberate and purposeful. It had taken me years to get here.

Countless sleepless nights planning, manipulating, climbing my way back to a place where I could strike the Knights where it hurt most.

And today.... today was my first day as Sebastian Knight's newest assistant.

The lobby was a pristine white, sleek and modern, much like the man who owned it all. Sebastian Knight. Even saying his name in my head made my jaw clench.

Sebastian wasn't just a billionaire; he was a puppeteer, the unseen hand behind the curtain, wielding power unseen as his choices impacted lives.

He was brutal. Focused. Controlled. And exactly the type of man deserving of watching his world crumble.

Still, no matter how much anticipation I'd braced myself for, it hadn't been enough for him.

The private elevator slid open with a soft chime, and I stepped inside, my heart racing a little more with each floor it ascended.

The mirrored walls threw back a reflection of myself I barely recognized. My skirt was tight enough to be tattooed on, my dark brown waves cascading over my bare shoulders in loose ringlets, my hazel eyes predatory and sharp.

I pressed the button leading to the penthouse, the Devil's lair. I knew he would be there waiting for me. A jolt of something hot skated under her skin at the mere thought of seeing him in person.

The doors slid open with a nearly inaudible hiss, and there he was. The atmosphere felt like it changed the second I crossed the threshold into his office.

He was looking out over the city through that glass wall, talking on the phone. But even with his back to me, I swear I could feel the force of will coming off of him.

Tall and broad-shouldered, wearing one of those clean-cut suits that looked like they were tailored just for him.

If you wanted an image to represent dominance and control? That man would have been it.

And at that moment, I'm not even sure how to explain it, but I think I hated him more completely than anyone or anything that had ever existed before as part of my world.

I knew as soon as he turned and looked at me, I would have to do it properly. The assistant. Harmless and ignorant.

He hadn't seen me yet, but I felt the magnetic pull of him, the raw, masculine energy that seemed to hum in the air between us.

When he finally turned, icy blue eyes locked with mine. And for a tiny second, I couldn't fucking breathe.

He was beautiful.

I had seen pictures of him, of course. Read every article, every interview. But still, nothing could have ever prepared me for the sheer force of actually being in his presence.