The dinner ended in quiet elegance.Once the last course was served and the champagne glasses had been cleared,the restaurant’s staff and security subtly swept through the premises,ensuring the media had dispersed. Emily and Adrian exited through the private entrance,the air outside cool and still.They walked toward the car,her heels tapping softly against the stone tiles.Just as the driver opened the door— Click. Adrian paused. His hand instinctively found hers.He leaned in,voice low near her ear,“Someone’s still here.Camera.” Emily’s heart skipped.“Seriously?” He looked over his shoulder with a faint smirk.“Seems like someone’s determined.” Then,without warning,he turned back to her and said lightly,“Well,it’s what married couples usually do after dinner,isn’t it?” Emily blinked—“Do what?” Before she could react,he leaned in. The kiss wasn’t rushed.Wasn’t for show. It was slow.Intentional.The kind of kiss that made time blur at the edges. Emily’s heart gave a
At A Design, the headline blazed across Lucas’s phone screen like a flare: “E International CEO in Passionate Late-Night Kiss — Newlyweds Caught in Car Park Romance”.He whistled low, nudging the screen toward Mike. “You see this? Blackwood’s back in the country. Married. And apparently very into PDA.”Mike's brows furrowed. “Adrian’s back?”Lucas nodded, still scrolling. “Word is, E International’s been crushing it. Their luxury jewelry line’s been killing our numbers for months — now we know who’s behind it. Adrian Blackwood. Lila’s brother.”From the side, Vivian leaned in with feigned innocence and a lilt in her voice. “Wait, wait — was that the same man people said was dating that actress? Maybe she’s the one he was kissing. These elite families, always so scandalous behind the scenes…”She giggled. “And Lila’s brother? That’s the crowd Emily’s mixing with now?”Mike didn’t answer.He wasn’t reading the headline anymore.Mike leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled as he stare
The comment section under Emily’s latest post lit up like wildfire. Former colleagues from A Design—especially the design department—flooded in with supportive words: “This is stunning, Emily!” “Can’t wait to see the rest of your collection!” “So proud of you!” It was the kind of encouragement she hadn’t realized she missed. Meanwhile, Mike sat in the lounge of his hotel suite, a half-finished glass of whiskey in his hand and frustration brewing beneath his composed surface. His phone pressed to his ear as he waited for the production team to answer. “She hasn’t submitted any design,”came the nervous voice of the head jeweler.“Emily said the concept had been scrapped. She told us not to proceed.” Mike froze. “What do you mean scrapped?”he asked sharply. The voice on the other end hesitated.“She said the rings weren’t needed anymore.” Mike’s grip on th
Later that evening, as Emily scrolled through the flurry of notifications beneath her ring design post, one particular comment caught her eye:@MoonVisualsOfficial“Latest zine issue is in the mail—should arrive soon! Also, guess what? Our Moon Visual Design Tour is coming to your city again next month! Want to come by?”Emily’s lips curved into a genuine smile.She tapped out a quick reply.@emily.carter“Absolutely! I’d love to come. Can’t wait to see what you’ve created this time!”The account belonged to an old friend from high school—someone who had gone on to create a design collective centered entirely around lunar aesthetics. Back then, Emily had loved anything to do with the moon. It was soft, distant, and constant. She’d helped them with early sketches, even illustrated several of their very first pieces.There was a time the project nearly failed—funding had dried up, and they’d almost shut down.But t
He’d only met the mysterious backer once, years ago. The man had written a single check that saved Moon Visual from shutting down—and then vanished from the spotlight completely. No press. No photos. Just a single stipulation:keep the focus on the art. And now he was standing right in front of Leo, in a fitted charcoal coat, looking perfectly comfortable beside Emily. Emily, oblivious to the mental chaos unfolding in front of her, smiled brightly.“Leo, this is my husband, Adrian. Adrian, this is Leo—the co-founder of Moon Visual. We’ve known each other since high school.” Adrian offered his hand smoothly.“Pleasure to meet you, Leo.” His tone was calm, his expression unreadable. But Leo caught it. The brief glint in Adrian’s eyes. The unspoken warning. Don’t say a word. Leo blinked once, then quickly reached out to shake his hand.“Of course—great to meet you, too.” He laughed a little too loudly.“Wow, Emily, you really married well.” Emily raised a brow.“What’s
As they continued walking, Emily stopped again at a quiet corner of the gallery. There, a soft light bathed a minimalist installation: a crescent moon and scattered stars cast across a curved glass panel. Her breath caught.It reminded her of something.The rings.She had just finished the final design days ago—his was etched with constellations, hers with a single rising moon.A private detail. Something only they’d understand.Her fingers brushed the pendant at her collarbone as she stared.Maybe… maybe she’d get them made soon.She wasn’t sure when it would be the right moment to give them to him.Even if their marriage hadn’t begun with love… Emily knew, somewhere deep down, she was starting to feel something.Maybe not a grand, sweeping kind of love—not yet.But something warm. Quiet. Real.And that was enough.Adrian had never asked for anything in return. He’d protect
Adrian was still in his office when the last light of dusk spilled across the skyline, painting his floor-to-ceiling windows in soft amber. Papers were neatly stacked on the desk, one hand absently flipping through a contract—but his focus had long since dulled. His phone buzzed. It was a message from Emily. Emily: When you’re done with work, come find me. He sat up a little straighter. A moment later, another message popped up. Emily: When you step out of your company’s front doors…there’ll be a pumpkin carriage waiting to pick up the prince. Adrian froze. A slow beat of silence filled the room. Pumpkin…carriage? Something stirred in his chest. A wild, ridiculous, impossible suspicion. He didn’t even wait to respond. In one smooth motion, he stood, grabbed his coat, and pressed the elevator button for his private descent.
Emily adjusted the delicate gold bracelet on her wrist as she passed the corner office. The low murmur of conversation from Mike’s colleagues reached her ears, pulling her to a halt when she heard her name.“Did you hear? That girl Mike had a crush on in high school is back from overseas,” one of them said, his voice low but intrigued. “Yeah, and I heard she’s stunning. If I were Mike, I’d be tempted too,” another replied with a quiet chuckle. “Things might get messy, especially since he and Emily are supposed to be engaged soon,” a third added. Emily froze. Her fingers tightened around the papers in her hand—design drafts for their engagement rings. The words swirled in her head like smoke, suffocating her thoughts. Engagement delayed? Tempted? Stunning?Then, another voice broke through the haze. “Oh, and get this—they left the bar together last night. Word is, they went straight to a hotel.” “Shh!” someone hissed, their voice urgent. “Keep it down. The boss doesn’t want thi
Adrian was still in his office when the last light of dusk spilled across the skyline, painting his floor-to-ceiling windows in soft amber. Papers were neatly stacked on the desk, one hand absently flipping through a contract—but his focus had long since dulled. His phone buzzed. It was a message from Emily. Emily: When you’re done with work, come find me. He sat up a little straighter. A moment later, another message popped up. Emily: When you step out of your company’s front doors…there’ll be a pumpkin carriage waiting to pick up the prince. Adrian froze. A slow beat of silence filled the room. Pumpkin…carriage? Something stirred in his chest. A wild, ridiculous, impossible suspicion. He didn’t even wait to respond. In one smooth motion, he stood, grabbed his coat, and pressed the elevator button for his private descent.
As they continued walking, Emily stopped again at a quiet corner of the gallery. There, a soft light bathed a minimalist installation: a crescent moon and scattered stars cast across a curved glass panel. Her breath caught.It reminded her of something.The rings.She had just finished the final design days ago—his was etched with constellations, hers with a single rising moon.A private detail. Something only they’d understand.Her fingers brushed the pendant at her collarbone as she stared.Maybe… maybe she’d get them made soon.She wasn’t sure when it would be the right moment to give them to him.Even if their marriage hadn’t begun with love… Emily knew, somewhere deep down, she was starting to feel something.Maybe not a grand, sweeping kind of love—not yet.But something warm. Quiet. Real.And that was enough.Adrian had never asked for anything in return. He’d protect
He’d only met the mysterious backer once, years ago. The man had written a single check that saved Moon Visual from shutting down—and then vanished from the spotlight completely. No press. No photos. Just a single stipulation:keep the focus on the art. And now he was standing right in front of Leo, in a fitted charcoal coat, looking perfectly comfortable beside Emily. Emily, oblivious to the mental chaos unfolding in front of her, smiled brightly.“Leo, this is my husband, Adrian. Adrian, this is Leo—the co-founder of Moon Visual. We’ve known each other since high school.” Adrian offered his hand smoothly.“Pleasure to meet you, Leo.” His tone was calm, his expression unreadable. But Leo caught it. The brief glint in Adrian’s eyes. The unspoken warning. Don’t say a word. Leo blinked once, then quickly reached out to shake his hand.“Of course—great to meet you, too.” He laughed a little too loudly.“Wow, Emily, you really married well.” Emily raised a brow.“What’s
Later that evening, as Emily scrolled through the flurry of notifications beneath her ring design post, one particular comment caught her eye:@MoonVisualsOfficial“Latest zine issue is in the mail—should arrive soon! Also, guess what? Our Moon Visual Design Tour is coming to your city again next month! Want to come by?”Emily’s lips curved into a genuine smile.She tapped out a quick reply.@emily.carter“Absolutely! I’d love to come. Can’t wait to see what you’ve created this time!”The account belonged to an old friend from high school—someone who had gone on to create a design collective centered entirely around lunar aesthetics. Back then, Emily had loved anything to do with the moon. It was soft, distant, and constant. She’d helped them with early sketches, even illustrated several of their very first pieces.There was a time the project nearly failed—funding had dried up, and they’d almost shut down.But t
The comment section under Emily’s latest post lit up like wildfire. Former colleagues from A Design—especially the design department—flooded in with supportive words: “This is stunning, Emily!” “Can’t wait to see the rest of your collection!” “So proud of you!” It was the kind of encouragement she hadn’t realized she missed. Meanwhile, Mike sat in the lounge of his hotel suite, a half-finished glass of whiskey in his hand and frustration brewing beneath his composed surface. His phone pressed to his ear as he waited for the production team to answer. “She hasn’t submitted any design,”came the nervous voice of the head jeweler.“Emily said the concept had been scrapped. She told us not to proceed.” Mike froze. “What do you mean scrapped?”he asked sharply. The voice on the other end hesitated.“She said the rings weren’t needed anymore.” Mike’s grip on th
At A Design, the headline blazed across Lucas’s phone screen like a flare: “E International CEO in Passionate Late-Night Kiss — Newlyweds Caught in Car Park Romance”.He whistled low, nudging the screen toward Mike. “You see this? Blackwood’s back in the country. Married. And apparently very into PDA.”Mike's brows furrowed. “Adrian’s back?”Lucas nodded, still scrolling. “Word is, E International’s been crushing it. Their luxury jewelry line’s been killing our numbers for months — now we know who’s behind it. Adrian Blackwood. Lila’s brother.”From the side, Vivian leaned in with feigned innocence and a lilt in her voice. “Wait, wait — was that the same man people said was dating that actress? Maybe she’s the one he was kissing. These elite families, always so scandalous behind the scenes…”She giggled. “And Lila’s brother? That’s the crowd Emily’s mixing with now?”Mike didn’t answer.He wasn’t reading the headline anymore.Mike leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled as he stare
The dinner ended in quiet elegance.Once the last course was served and the champagne glasses had been cleared,the restaurant’s staff and security subtly swept through the premises,ensuring the media had dispersed. Emily and Adrian exited through the private entrance,the air outside cool and still.They walked toward the car,her heels tapping softly against the stone tiles.Just as the driver opened the door— Click. Adrian paused. His hand instinctively found hers.He leaned in,voice low near her ear,“Someone’s still here.Camera.” Emily’s heart skipped.“Seriously?” He looked over his shoulder with a faint smirk.“Seems like someone’s determined.” Then,without warning,he turned back to her and said lightly,“Well,it’s what married couples usually do after dinner,isn’t it?” Emily blinked—“Do what?” Before she could react,he leaned in. The kiss wasn’t rushed.Wasn’t for show. It was slow.Intentional.The kind of kiss that made time blur at the edges. Emily’s heart gave a
He followed her gaze,and his expression softened. “I didn’t have a photo of us,”he said simply.“So I put up the next best thing.” Emily blinked.She opened her mouth to respond,but no words came. Because for a man who was always measured,always in control…this was unexpectedly vulnerable. And it meant more than she could say. She looked back at the glass dome,lips parting slightly. Then she smiled. “…You’re ridiculous.” “But efficient,”he replied smoothly,stepping closer to adjust a lock of hair behind her ear.“And maybe a little sentimental.” She didn’t pull away. Not when his fingers brushed her jaw.Not when his eyes lingered just a moment longer than necessary. “You know,”she said,“you could’ve just told me.” Adrian raised a brow slightly.“Told you what?” “That you needed a photo,”she said with a faint smile,pulling her phone from her bag.“We could’ve taken one together.Properly.” She was glowing tonight—her dress was simple but elegant,her hair gently cu
Their expressions shifted almost instantly.“What is it?” Emily asked, watching them trade sharp glances.Adrian’s mother frowned, turning the phone so Adrian could see. “Some celebrity nonsense.”Adrian’s brows furrowed as he read the screen.“Apparently a well-known actress posted a photo of me on her social media,” he said, voice flat.Emily blinked. “You?”He turned his phone to show her.It was a candid shot—Adrian’s profile, taken from across a restaurant terrace. The caption beneath it read:The view here is amazing.Her fans had already flooded the comments.“Is that your boyfriend?”“That’s Adrian Blackwood from E International!”“When did this happen?!”Emily stared, then let out a short laugh. “You don’t even know her, do you?”Adrian shook his head. “Never met her.”“Well… I mean, that was the day we got married,” Emily added lightly. “So unless sh