Once His Nightmare, Now His Employee

He thought he had his life figured out until the boy he buried in the past walked back in. Dorian Keene was once the golden boy of high school-famous, feared, and cruel. And Caspian Vale? Just the quiet nerd with a birthmark... and a target on his back. But beneath Dorian's bullying lay a truth he couldn't face: he was terrified of how much he wanted the boy he was supposed to hate. Years later, Dorian's world is in shambles. Penniless, grieving, and sick, he lands a miracle job working under a Tech Mogul who turns out to be none other than Caspian. Only this Caspian is powerful, untouchable... and very much engaged to a woman. Dorian tries to keep his distance. Caspian, for all appearances, is straight. But fate has a twisted sense of humor, and buried sparks are reignited-this time under the harsh light of adulthood, secrets, and slow-blooming desire neither man can afford. As Dorian's hidden illness grows deadlier, and Caspian's mask begins to crack, a single kiss will force them to ask: Can a man who thought he was straight handle the truth of who he's always been... before it's too late?

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Chapter 6

CASPIAN's POV

"Dorian." I called aloud, tapping my hands on his back but there was no response yet.

"Is someone not still calling 919?" I shouted, my fingers trembling out of control.

When there was no response yet and I realized that it seemed more like Dorian wasn't breathing, I pulled him to rest his back on the chair. His mouth was open slightly ajar.

My heart pounded hard against my chest before I scooped him in my arms, tightly to my chest.

With him in my arms, I darted out of his office room and made my way towards the elevator. As the elevator took us to the down floor, I shook him repeatedly to see if he would wake up but he seemed pretty much lifeless.

I literally thought it was a prank earlier or he was slacking off on his first day of work. But rethinking and seeing the condition he was in, it made me realise that he had struggled to pick up the drug's bottle.

And what were those pills for?

As the elevator's door opened, I rushed out. Deborah, who was seated and typing away on the laptop stood up with a confused expression on her face.

"Have you called the hospital's emergency team?" I asked, my voice echoing through the very building.

She nodded negatively and I was forced to shout, "Call them. Now!"

The security guards a couple of steps away at the entrance ran towards me, trying to lift Dorian away from my arms but unexpectedly, my grip was too firm for them to be able to pull him away.

My eyes darted around. Deborah was holding the telephone in her ear as she kept on giving explanations to the hospital's emergency team.

My body burned with impatience. I couldn't wait any longer. I pushed past the security guards and ran towards my car while they gave a hot pursuit.

As soon as I reached my car, I dropped Dorian's unconscious body into the backseat and got into the driver's seat. I couldn't find Xavier anywhere around. Almost a useless being. Always at the fucking wrong place at the fucking wrong time. Thus, he makes himself unavailable to all.

I drove out of the compound to the hospital. It took us about twenty minutes to reach there.

I parked the car at the park, carried Dorian out, leaving the doors open as I screamed for help. Once I entered the hospital, nurses that were around rushed to meet me and took him from me-Not after I glanced at Dorian whose body was pretty much like a rubber.

They laid him on the stretcher before they willed him into the hospital ward.

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A few minutes later, I couldn't help but to move closer to the ward. The doctor and some nurses were inside the ward attending to Dorian. That, I saw through the glass.

I blinked my eyes repeatedly as I inhaled deeply.

Was it all because of me? Did I pressure him too much? Did I rush into my revenge plan? Should I have taken it easy?

I can pretty much get sued for this if Dorian reports.

Just as I thought about that, a thought flickered through my mind. "Why are you worried about him? Have you forgotten what he did to you? The marks? The beatings? The assaults in general?"

I raised my eyes again, scanning Dorian's unconscious body. I clenched my fists slowly as I tightened my jaw.

Why am I regretting it? Why should I regret whatever I had done to him?

Whatever it is I have done to him can't be matched up with what he had done to me in the past.

He shouldn't be destroyed so soon. He shouldn't be lying on the hospital bed now. Because I haven't avenged myself yet. This was just the beginning of his misery and he was already broken?

Well... This is not my regret. Not quite in any way. This is pure irritation and anger at myself for not doing what I had promised to do.

And I will only achieve this when he crawls, begs, and bleeds slowly. I won't give him the slightest chance to collapse in a pool of his own self-destruction after just a few humiliations.

Every moment he spends at Vale Enterprises will make him wish for his own death.

A smirk played on my lips as I walked away and just as I turned right towards the hospital's hallway, beneath my calculated rage, something sharp stirred-memories I had buried behind Armani suits and tailored cruelty.

I only remembered them earlier. I didn't get flashy images of them but now...

High school echoes bled into the sterile lights of the hospital hallway. Dorian's voice sounded like cracked glass in my ears.

My vision blurred and I shut my ears. My breathing increased rapidly and I felt tears clog my eyes. I gripped a nearby door's handle as I tried to catch my breath but to no avail.

"Will you save me, Capsian?" I heard Dorian's pleading voice and I was forced to open my eyes.

My legs shook as I turned around to see him walking towards me, a devilish smirk on his face-The same he always had in high school.

My feet wobbled beneath me. My breath caught. The air was still tense.

"Will you say something, Mr. Vale?" Dorian's voice dripped eerily when he arrived in front of me. His eyes locked onto mine with the utmost cruelty.

I stepped backward. One at a time. And Dorian seemed to follow each of it, his gaze never leaving mine.

My back touched the wall behind and I gasped. Fear crept into my chest as I dugged my fingernails into the hem of my suit.

"Please... I... I... Don't hurt me," I begged, sinking to my knees and sending my hands over my head quickly. "Please..."

"Hahaha. Didn't you want to destroy me?" He laughed, his voice growing thicker.

"I dare not." I cried, my voice cracking.

"Time will tell. But know that before you destroy me, I will destroy you. I did it before... and I will do it again." Dorian's voice faded into the distance but it sent shivers down my spine.

Tears poured out of my eyes as I remained in the same position until a warm sensation from the sudden touch of a hand jolted me up.

"Dr. McMasters?" I gasped, my chest rising and falling at the same time before I sank into his arms, my eyes closing shut.

I was yet back to square one. Scared of Dorian like I had always been. When can a weak, insecured, useless, fragile me get my revenge on Dorian?

Continue to next part

My mate, Theron, was a powerful Alpha, and I, a scentless Omega, was his greatest prize. But beneath his adoring facade was a terrifying, possessive monster, revealed when he dragged me home and forced me into our bed after I was late to his challenge match. His golden eyes burned with chilling control, and he whispered a threat that turned my blood to ice. I'd been stuck on a forest road, my truck dead, racing to reach his challenge match. His mate bond panic had already frayed my nerves, but nothing prepared me for his rage. He'd publicly broken his opponent's shoulder, then stalked directly to me, ignoring the crowd. He marked my lateness with chilling precision, before dragging me away to our rooms for "punishment." Later, as he tried to force a ceremonial marking pendant on me, he promised, "If you will not accept my mark willingly, then I will wait for your Heat. I will fuck you until your body begs for it, and my wolf will hold you down while I bite." My gaze fell on his open journal, filled with frantic, scrawled words: "SHE IS MINE. PUNISH. CLAIM. MARK HER. BREED HER. MAKE HER UNDERSTAND SHE IS MINE. MINE. MINE." The man I loved, my only protection, was a captor in disguise, his devotion a gilded cage. Every gentle touch, every soft word, now felt like a brand of ownership, a tightening leash. The terrifying truth of his pathological obsession finally hit me. A fragile plan formed in the space between heartbeats: I would de-escalate, redefine, and survive, no matter the cost, before his possessive madness consumed me entirely.

Horror Romance Werewolf

9.1

His Orchestrated Love, My Shattered Life

9.1

After a brutal assault cost me my fiancé, my childhood friend swooped in to save me. He married me, cherished me, and I fell in love with the perfect life he built. I thought I had finally found my happy ending. Then, pregnant with our child, I overheard him confessing to my half-sister. He had orchestrated the entire assault. He married me just to stay close to her. In the hospital, she staged an attack, claiming I tried to kill her and her unborn baby. My husband shoved me against the wall, roaring at me as he rushed to her side. "I'll kill you for this!" As I lay bleeding on the cold floor, losing my own child, not a single person looked back. I was just a necessary casualty in his game. But I had recorded her gloating confession. I faked my death and fled to my billionaire mother. He would find out the truth, and I would be the ghost that haunted him to his grave.

Horror Modern Romance

8.0

Marrying The Enemy: My Ex's Worst Nightmare

8.0

I spent ten years as the ward of Kason Oneal, the ruthless Underboss of the city's most dangerous crime family. He saved me when I was a child, raised me, and made me believe I was his queen. But the moment his ex-girlfriend, Dalia, returned, the illusion shattered. Kason demanded I return the jade pendant—the one he had hand-carved for my sixteenth birthday—just so he could hang it around Dalia's neck. To him, I was suddenly nothing more than a placeholder who had kept his bed warm. The cruelty didn't stop there. He stood by and watched as Dalia shredded my clothes with scissors, laughing at my tears. When I collapsed on the floor in agony from acute appendicitis, Kason didn't call an ambulance. Instead, he dragged me to a shady clinic, accusing me of faking a pregnancy to trap him. He ordered the doctor to "terminate it" while I was dying of sepsis on the table. He called me trash. He called me property. He stripped away every ounce of dignity I had left, all to please a woman who was lying to his face. I realized then that the hero who saved me when I was ten was dead. I was done begging for scraps of affection from a monster. Trembling, I walked to the phone and dialed the number of the one man Kason feared most—his sworn enemy, Hadley Payne. "Tell him yes," I whispered into the receiver. "I accept the arrangement. I will marry him." Kason thought he could break me. Instead, he was about to watch his "property" become the Queen of the rival family.

Horror Modern Romance

7.4

Reborn From Ashes: The King's Ruthless Queen

7.4

The house was a living inferno, the heat devouring the air in my lungs as I clutched my five-year-old daughter to my chest. Emily was dead weight, her skin already cooling even as the room turned into a furnace of orange and black. Through the stinging smoke, I saw my husband, Kenney, crawling toward the door with a wet handkerchief pressed to his face. He didn't look back at the crib, and he didn't call my name; he was simply leaving us to burn. I lunged forward and grabbed his ankle, my nightgown catching fire, but he didn't reach down to save me. He recoiled in horror at the sight of my burning hair and our dead child, kicking me back with a panicked shriek. "Let go!" he shrieked. I died as a massive, flaming timber snapped from the ceiling and crushed us both into silence. I couldn't believe that the man I loved would leave his family to die just to save his own skin, but the rage I felt was colder than the death that followed. But then the burning stopped instantly, replaced by a cold so sharp it made my teeth ache. I gasped, jerking upright in my bed to find the velvet duvet cool under my palms and the nursery quiet, with Emily still breathing softly in her crib. I had returned to the winter morning two years before the fire, the exact day Kenney finalized the deal to sell me to the King for a promotion. As Kenney stepped into the room with a practiced mask of concern, I realized I was no longer the victim of this story. "A nightmare, my love?" he asked, reaching out to touch my shoulder. I flinched away, my eyes burning with a hatred he couldn't yet understand. Tonight was the Winter Masquerade, the night he planned to offer me to the King as a prize, but this time, I was going to turn his social ladder into a gallows.

Fantasy Horror Romance

8.6

Rejected by my cursed mate

8.6

Daria, an orphaned omega, thought finding her mate would save her and give her everything she had ever dreamed of... Until he rejected her, humiliating her before the entire pack. But after one night of unexpected passion, she falls pregnant with his child. Ecstatic, she believes fate has given her another chance, only to learn he wants nothing more than an heir to cure his curse. Heartbroken and betrayed, Daria flees. Years later, she returns, armed with more than she could ever think to achieve. Now, she must choose: let their bond mend what was broken, or let her anger destroy everything he holds dear.

Fantasy Horror Romance

8.1

The Captain's Runaway Genius In Disguise

8.1

I was just a cleaner making fifteen dollars an hour, scrubbing floors to hide from a past that haunted me. But when I walked into a billionaire's pristine penthouse, the suffocating visions hit me again. I saw a woman brutally murdered in a room that had been bleached spotless. I called 911, and that brought the one man I had spent three years running from right to my door: NYPD Captain Kelvin O'Brien. The patrol cops wanted to lock me up because I found the hidden blood too fast. To avoid a psych ward, I had to pretend my horrific supernatural visions were just brilliant deductive logic. I had to physically endure the phantom sensation of the victim's throat being crushed and poison burning her stomach. All while Kelvin cornered me, demanding to know why I abandoned him and my title as the department's greatest asset, "The Oracle." I didn't want to look at dead bodies anymore. I didn't want to feel their agonizing deaths. Why couldn't they just let me disappear? But when the victim's wealthy husband walked into the precinct with a smug smile, ready to get away with murder, I couldn't stand it. I forced myself to relive the victim's dying moments, guiding Kelvin to cut open her decomposed stomach to find the diamond ring she had swallowed. "We have your blood inside her stomach." His perfect alibi was shattered. But when we found an underground syndicate token hidden in his wallet, I knew my quiet life was over.

Billionaire Horror Modern Mystery

Once His Nightmare, Now His Employee

Chapter 6

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