The distraction worked.
Lila blinked,then let out an excited shriek. “Finally!” Emily flinched as Lila all but launched herself across the couch,grabbing Emily’s hands and shaking them with unfiltered glee.“Oh my God,Em,do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this?” Emily chuckled despite herself.“Gee,thanks.Love the support.” Lila waved a dismissive hand.“Oh,please.Mike was the worst.Self-absorbed,arrogant,and honestly?A total red flag parade.” Emily raised an eyebrow.“You didn’t say any of this before.” Lila huffed.“Because you were still with him!But believe me,I’ve been silently praying for this day.”She grinned,wiggling her eyebrows.“So tell me,what was the final straw?Did he finally propose to himself in a mirror?” Emily burst out laughing.“Close enough.” Lila sighed dreamily.“So,he’s officially out of the picture.Which means…”She wiggled her brows again.“You’re single.”Letting out a slow breath.Then, she grabbed her phone from the table and turned it on for the first time that day.As the screen lit up, a notification from her calendar immediately popped up.Shareholder Meeting – A DesignsThursday | 10:00 AMHer thumb hovered over the notification for a moment before she exhaled and tapped out a message.Emily: I need to take a few days off. I won’t be attending the shareholder meeting.A moment later, a reply came through.Assistant: Understood. Should I reschedule any of your upcoming meetings?Emily hesitated for only a second before responding.Emily: No. Just handle things as needed. I’ll be unreachable for now.She wasn’t going back.Not to the company.Not to Mike.Not to any of it.For the first time in years, she had truly let go.And with that, she powered off her phone and tossed it onto the couch.For the first time in a long time, she didn’t feel like she owed anyone an explanation. Emily spent most of the day in the quiet solitude
Adrian had just finished his meeting when he heard footsteps outside his study.He glanced up as Emily appeared in the doorway.For a moment, neither of them spoke.The setting sun bathed the room in amber light, casting long shadows across the polished wood floors.Then, Emily stepped inside.Adrian leaned back in his chair, studying her carefully. “Emily.”Her hands curled into fists at her sides, as if bracing herself.Then, with quiet determination, she met his gaze and said—"I’ll marry you."Silence.The kind that stretched thick in the air, wrapping around them like an invisible thread.Adrian’s expression didn’t change.Didn’t move.But his fingers—just barely—tightened against the armrest of his chair.Finally, after a long pause, he exhaled.And then, he said the only thing that mattered."Are you sure?"
Slowly, she turned back to Emily, then back to Adrian, her brain struggling to catch up.Then, still staring at her brother, she mouthed the words, How did you pull this off?Adrian’s expression remained composed, but his blue eyes darkened slightly, as if in silent response.Lila’s jaw nearly dropped.Emily, oblivious to the silent exchange, shifted slightly. “Lila?”Lila snapped out of it, looking at Emily again, still reeling.“You’re—you’re what?” she stammered.Emily swallowed. “We’re getting married.”Lila blinked rapidly, then exhaled sharply. “Are you guys insane?”She turned to Adrian, pointing a finger at him. “You—explain. Now.”Adrian didn’t even flinch. “We’ve made our decision.”Lila let out a frustrated groan, throwing her hands in the air. “That is not an explan
The conference room carried an air of quiet authority, the scent of freshly brewed coffee mixing with the polished mahogany and sleek leather chairs. The shareholders of A Designs took their seats, murmuring in low, measured tones as they prepared for the discussion ahead.At the head of the table, Mike leaned back, fingers tapping lazily against the surface. His expression was one of practiced confidence, his sharp navy suit tailored to perfection. He looked every bit the man in control—or at least, that’s what he told himself.The senior partner, an executive who had been with the company since its early days, cleared his throat. “Alright, let’s get started. We have several pressing matters today. First—the Luthmere Luxury Towers Development Project. The bidding process begins next month, and securing this contract would give us a strong foothold in the high-end market.”A few members nodded approvingly, flipping through the proposal documents in front of them.“The profits look pro
The air was crisp, carrying the soft scent of early spring. Emily stood before the mirror in the guest bedroom of the Blackwood estate, smoothing her hands over the dress. It fit like a dream. Perfectly tailored, hugging her waist, flowing effortlessly as if it had been made for her and only her. She turned slightly, studying her reflection. No veil. No extravagant bridal jewelry. Just this dress, simple heels, and the faintest trace of natural makeup. She looked… Like herself. Not a woman forced into a marriage. Not a bride of convenience. Just Emily. A knock at the door made her turn. Lila peeked her head inside, then froze. “…Okay. I officially take back everything I said about this being a rushed disaster,”she muttered, stepping inside. Emily lifted a brow.“What?” Lila waved a hand at the dress.“You look
Emily’s fingers curled slightly at her sides. The moment he pulled away, the click of a camera shutter broke the silence. Emily blinked, only now realizing that a photographer and videographer were standing nearby. She turned to Adrian, startled.“You—” Emily hadn’t even thought about photos, she had assumed a contract marriage wouldn’t require such sentimental gestures. But Adrian had arranged everything. Without a word, he placed a hand on her lower back and guided her toward the chapel’s grand wooden doors. The photographer motioned for them to stand together at the steps, the aged stone providing a regal backdrop. “Closer,”the photographer instructed. Emily hesitated for a split second before Adrian closed the gap between them effortlessly, his hand resting lightly against her waist. The camera clicked. They moved to the small garden beside the chapel, where delicate white roses bloomed against an old iron gate. A few tourists had gathered nearby, admiring the
The hum of the engine filled the car, a steady rhythm against the soft leather interior. The city lights flickered past, casting fleeting golden streaks along the tinted windows.Emily absentmindedly adjusted her grip on her phone, still distracted by the conversation they’d just had. But before she could properly settle it in her hand, her fingers slipped.The device tumbled straight onto Adrian’s lap.She sucked in a sharp breath.Without thinking, she leaned forward to grab it—And froze.Her fingers had barely brushed the phone when she realized just how close she was.Close enough that her shoulder pressed lightly against his chest.Close enough that when she tilted her head slightly upward, she could see the dark lashes framing his deep blue eyes.Close enough that the warmth of his breath brushed against her cheek.Her own breath caught in her throat.For a moment, neither of them moved.The space between them had disappeared so effortlessly that it felt almost deliberate.Then
The A Designs conference room filled gradually as shareholders took their seats. Low murmurs of conversation rippled through the space, a mix of casual small talk and anticipation for the day’s agenda.Mike sat at the head of the table, checking the time. His jaw tensed slightly.Emily had always been the responsible one—timely, professional, never one to leave people waiting.The chair beside him, her usual seat, remained empty.One of the older board members leaned toward him with a reassuring chuckle. “Relax, Mike. She’ll be here. She wouldn’t embarrass you by not showing up in front of everyone agian.”Another scoffed. “Yeah, she’s dragged this on long enough. After all the fuss, she’s bound to come around today.”Mike didn’t respond.He didn’t like uncertainty.And right now, something felt off.Before he could dwell on it further, the doors swung open.Mike turned sharply—expecting Emily, expecting her hesitation, her last-minute return to reason—But instead, a man walked in.
Adrian didn’t speak right away. But when he did,his voice was colder than steel. “I see.” Someone near the table let out a shaky breath.Another man looked like he was considering crawling under the table. He had expected this. The moment someone—somewhere—would try to drag Emily’s name through the mud. Adrian voice still quiet—but with a sharpness that sliced through the air like a scalpel.“Let me make this clear.” Lila stayed silent.The others barely breathed. “It was me who pursued Emily.Me who asked her to marry me.She said yes.” A pause. “If anyone in that room still has questions about my wife,”Adrian continued,each word deliberate,“they’re welcome to bring them to my office at E International.Tomorrow.In person.” There was a click. Call ended. Lila set the phone down on the table—slow,deliberate.Like she was laying down a weapon. The room was dead silent. No one moved.No one spoke. Someone—somewhere—exhaled the breath they hadn’t realized they w
More murmurs. Another woman nearby raised a brow.“Yeah, sounds like she knew exactly what she wanted.” Just then— The door slammed open. Conversation halted mid-sentence. Glasses stilled. Heads turned. Lila stood in the doorway, framed by the dim glow of the hallway behind her. She was all sharp lines and darker edges—long black leather dress hugging her frame, stilettos clicking like a warning shot against the polished wood floor. And her face— That unmistakable bone structure, those piercing eyes, the cool poise in her expression. There was no mistaking it. Adrian Blackwood’s sister. Her gaze swept the room, cutting through the murmurs and glances like a scalpel. It didn’t search. It landed—straight on Vivian. Lila arched a brow, the corners of her mouth lifting in something that wasn’t quite a smile. “Sorry to interrupt,”she said, voice smooth as silk but cold as steel.“But it sounded like someone was name-dropping my family.” The room went still. Chairs
“I saw them today and thought of you,”she said.“They just dropped this morning. Limited edition.” Adrian pulled one out, inspecting it.“You really have a thing for giving me these.” She shrugged, lips tugging into a soft smile.“You look good in them.” He set the box down and pulled her closer by the waist.“Then I guess you’re officially responsible for putting them on me from now on.” Her smile widened. “Deal.” Emily laughed softly.“Then let me practice. I’ve never actually put cufflinks on anyone before.” Adrian arched a brow, amused.“What an honor,”he murmured, and casually popped open the ones he was wearing.“Go on. Use these.” She took the new set from the box, fingers careful as she slid them through the cuffs. Her brows furrowed slightly in concentration—Adrian didn’t take his eyes off her. Then his phone buzzed. he answered with one hand. “Hey,”he said, voice warm but casual. The voice on the other end was easy, familiar—his longtime friend, Nate. “M
Emily let out a soft hum, eyes still closed.“I should be asking you that. Your office might need hazard pay.” Adrian chuckled quietly, the sound low and warm in his chest.“I’ll take the damage. Worth it.” They stayed like that for another long minute. No rush. No obligations. Just a quiet moment suspended in their own world. Then finally, Emily shifted slightly, resting her chin on his shoulder and glancing down at the floor where a few papers had fallen. “You think your team heard anything?” Adrian smirked.“Not unless they’ve got microphones in the carpet.” She rolled her eyes, swatting his chest lightly before going still again. Her phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen—Lila(Video Call)—then looked at Adrian. He gave a slight nod, lips curving. She answered. “Lila!”Emily smiled, tilting the camera so her friend could see her clearly. “I’m back!”she beamed.“Finally. My professor dragged me across five countries, three labs, and one very haunted guest hou
She shifted slightly, her knees pressing into the cushions on either side of his hips, dress hiked just high enough for her to feel the warmth of him beneath the fabric. Every brush of her thighs, every subtle movement of his hands on her back, created a rhythm that felt deeper than anything physical. Her breath stuttered as her hips moved—tentative at first, testing the pressure, the closeness, the friction that bloomed between them even through layers of clothes. Emily sinking her teeth into his lower lip, just shy of pain, and felt the shudder that rolled through him. His hands abandoned their teasing path to grip her waist instead, hauling her flush against him until the hard line of his arousal pressed unmistakably between her thighs. The noise she made was swallowed by his kiss, deeper now, hungrier. His tongue swept against hers in a rhythm that had her arching into him, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. She needed him bare—needed to feel his skin un
Emily blinked again. It wasn’t until she stepped into the elevator that Emily realized just how far ahead Adrian had thought. As the doors began to close, she glanced back toward the design department’s lounge. On the long communal table, rows of pastries and coffee cups were laid out neatly—perfectly arranged, clearly just delivered. The packaging was from one of the trendiest bakeries in the city, the kind with lines out the door and a waitlist for catering. By the time she reached the 16th floor, Emily had already tucked away a dozen thanks she wanted to give him. She knocked once at his office door. “Come in,”came Adrian’s voice—cool, clipped, and all business. It threw her off for a second. It wasn’t the tone he usually used with her. She pushed the door open. He was at his desk, a tablet in hand, sleeves rolled up just enough to show his watch. The skyline glowed faintly behind him. But t
Mike’s head turned just slightly, like the question had cracked something open. Vivian smiled faintly to herself. Let him unravel. Because if Emily was truly gone—if she had thrown Mike away for good—then eventually, he would need someone to lean on. Someone who didn’t leave. And her family’s company? It could be exactly what Mike’s needed next. Strategic. Beneficial. Mutual. She folded her hands sweetly in her lap, playing the part of the patient one. The loyal one. Mike sat in stunned silence, the buzz of alcohol starting to fade as Vivian’s words blurred into background noise. Then, without looking at her, he said quietly—firmly— “Vivian. Let’s not see each other anymore.” She blinked.“What…what do you mean?” “I’m going to explain everything to her. She’ll forgive me.” Vivian froze, her voice sharp.“Explain what?” Mike’s eyes stayed on the table.“If I keep seeing you, E
Mike sat on the cold bench in the police station, jaw tight, wrists red from the cuffs they’d only just removed. He hadn’t spoken since they brought him in. Mike could hardly breathe. He used to be the one she waited for. Used to be the one she laughed with, called late at night, told everything to. And now… Now she looked at another man like that. His chest burned. His throat felt tight. But even then—he told himself, if she came back… If she just showed up and said she made a mistake… He’d take her back. He’d forgive all of it. Adrian. The wedding ring. The silence. The lies. He’d erase everything just to have her again. The heavy door creaked open behind him. Lucas stepped inside, his usual confidence nowhere to be found. He held a file in one hand, keys in the other, his expression caught between frustration and pi
At the end of the file, there was a single signature line. She didn’t hesitate—she signed. But then Adrian gently swiped back to the previous document. The marital asset agreement. His gaze was warm, steady. “Sign this one too.” Emily looked at it again, frowning slightly.“But this…this entire thing just protects my assets. It separates everything for me. What about you?” Adrian’s lips curved. “I have more than enough,”he said.“You can try spending your whole life figuring out how to use it all. I’ll still be fine.” She stared at him for a moment, something catching in her chest. He wasn’t doing this to impress her. He wasn’t doing it out of guilt. He was doing it because he wanted her to feel safe. To feel free. To feel chosen. And when he said this life—something about that made her heart ache in the best way. She picked up the stylus and signed her name. Not because she needed the protection. But because the man sitting next to her had just promise