“Yes, a success it was,” Tina said, nodding with satisfaction. She then scanned the room, her sharp eyes landing on each member of my team. “But where is she? I haven’t seen her, and I was expecting that she would be here.”Her words caught me off guard. I coughed lightly, trying to buy myself a moment to compose my response. I hadn’t anticipated Tina bringing up Mina during this meeting—it wasn’t something I had prepared to address.Without thinking, my eyes flicked toward Eric. His tightened jaw and the rigid set of his shoulders made it clear he wasn’t pleased with the turn in conversation either.“She’s actually... she’s not around,” I said carefully. “She won't be able to join us.”Tina frowned, clearly disappointed. “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” she replied. “When you gave this project to Eric, I worked a lot of the time with Mina—Eric’s wife—and I really thought, when you told me Eric was in charge, that she would be involved too. She understood my vision perfectly and knew exa
Returning to the boardroom, I sat down and casually gave Eric a few minutes to collect himself and join us. Predictably, it didn’t take long for him to reappear, his face a mixture of frustration and defeat. He slipped into his seat quietly, but I could see the storm brewing behind his eyes.I turned my attention back to Tina Flager, dismissing Eric from my thoughts entirely. "Sorry about that," I said with a calm smile. "Mina left, but I’m confident we can find a way to convince her to return."Eric’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull. His mouth moved soundlessly, no doubt struggling to contain the torrent of words he wanted to unleash. He understood, though. He knew I wasn’t bluffing earlier. So, for once, he stayed silent.Tina raised a perfectly manicured brow, a sly smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Oh, really? You’d be willing to do that?" she asked, her tone dripping with feigned innocence. "You’re quite the boss, Emerson. And here I thought jealousy might get in the
I took a deep breath and turned to look towards Eric. As soon as my attention was on him, and Tina and everybody else in the boardroom had already left, he full-blown started laughing. A booming voice, just laughing, like someone who was on the verge of blasting, on the verge of full-blown blowing up. I was just about to talk to him, but then I realized that our discussion was not going to turn out well. He was going to do one of his spectacles, and today was not the day for him to test me. After all, he had done, today was not the day that he thought he was going to try and cause a commotion.So I started putting my things in order and then stood up."So you're just going to leave?" he asked. He was seared while removing his tie and buttoning the top of his buttons."What do you want, Eric?" I asked him pointedly."You're not going to do it, are you?""I'm not going to do what, Eric?" I responded my voice calm but edged with impatience. "Ask specific questions so I know how to answ
Eric took a deep breath as he looked at me. The room was charged with silence as the two of us stared at each other until he asked, "Why are you really marrying her, Dad? Why are you really marrying Mina? I mean, do you know how people make fun of me? My own father taking my wife away from me, I am the laughing stock of this whole city. I can't even go out with my friends anymore because all they do is make fun of me. You're making a mockery of me. I mean, what kind of a father marries his son's wife?" I cut him off before he could go further. "I'll stop you right there, Eric. Mina is no longer your wife. Why can't you just get it in your head? You are no longer married to Mina. She is your ex-wife. She is no longer married to you. She is my fiancée. You are married, but not to Mina. You are married to Rita. That's who your wife is. You cheated on your wife, Mina, and you divorced her. Just comprehend that you slept with your wife's sister when the two of you were married for m
“What?” I asked her, my tone steady but my mind racing.Tina sighed, shaking her head as if the answer was obvious to everyone but me. “Oh, come on. It ain’t right. I mean, Mina, seriously? She was like a daughter to you. You used to be a father figure to her. I mean, she saw you as her father. You and Robert were friends when he was alive. She was like your little girl in those days.”“Yeah, I know,” I cut her off before she could go further. “You’re stating the obvious. Do you think I don’t know that? You think this is news to me?” I looked at her, my eyes steady, unwilling to let her manipulate the conversation further.But she wasn’t done. She pushed forward with her charade, relentless in her questioning. “And to top it all off, she was married to your son.”I stopped her with a firm tone. “I also know that, Tina.”She continued, undeterred, “Your only son. Your only heir. The only blood relation you have in this world. She was married to him, and you’re still going to get marrie
I couldn’t help myself. I suddenly burst out laughing. It wasn’t a polite chuckle or a suppressed giggle. It was a full-blown, gut-wrenching laugh that echoed in the room. My stomach ached, and I had to lean back in my chair to steady myself. The absurdity of it all hit me like a tidal wave, and I couldn’t contain it.When I finally looked up, wiping tears from my eyes, I saw Tina Flager’s face. She was staring at me, astonished and horrified, her lips parted in disbelief. Her expression only made it harder to stop, but I managed to rein myself in.“I’m sorry, Tina,” I said, holding up a hand as I struggled to catch my breath. “I’m sorry. That was either the biggest insult I’ve ever received in my life or the funniest thing I’ve ever heard. And instead of choosing the dark side, I decided to find it funny. It’s funny.”Tina didn’t respond. Her eyes stayed fixed on me, her disbelief unwavering. I pressed on, my voice now tinged with a mix of amusement and exasperation.“I mean, how lon
"What do you want me to do? How do you want me to make this right?" I asked Tina, my voice steady but weary as I watched her and waited to hear what she had to say.“For starters, I want to see Mina,” she said, her tone leaving no room for negotiation.“That’s fine. She’ll be coming to work tomorrow, and the two of you can sit down and talk, whatever you want.” I offered.“No,” she interjected firmly. “I will be leaving tomorrow night. I want to have dinner with her before I leave.”“Tomorrow then,” I replied, nodding. “Not a problem. Do you want it to be just the two of you or would you want me there?”“No,” she said with a faint smile. “I’m in town, and I haven’t seen my friend in such a long time. Plus, I’m here with my son, and I want him to meet Mina before the two of them start working together.”“Okay. What do you propose?” I asked, trying to gauge her intent.“I want us to have a family dinner together, my family and yours” she declared. “I’ll come with my son. You come with M
Mina"So, what do you think?" I asked Emerson, my voice steady, but my heart was pounding so hard it felt like the beats might echo through the room. Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom. It was alive, alive and nervous because I had no idea what Emerson was thinking.What if I had made a massive mistake? What if this was too soon? What if all those beautiful days in Paris didn’t mean we were ready for this step? What if I had completely misread the signals?"Hmm," he finally said, his tone neutral as he walked past me, and then turned around.I couldn’t read his expression, only the broad line of his shoulders and the way he moved, deliberate but calm. He glanced around the room, his silence stretching until I couldn’t bear it any longer.He was standing there, the same unreadable look on his face.“Come on,” I said, my voice shaky but light, trying to mask my nerves. “What do you think? Just tell me. Give it to me straight.”“Um… it’s not bad,” he said, shrugging.“Not bad?” I repeated, my
Emmerson's words gave me pause. "Thank you," I said softly, touched by his concern. "Thank you for thinking of me. That means a lot. But I still want to work with my team."Emerson frowned slightly but stayed quiet as I continued. "You know, one of the reasons I quit before was because of how people looked at me. How they talked behind my back. It wasn’t the main reason, not even close, but it was there too. And now I’ve realized... I need to put on my big-girl pants on and face it. They’re not going to stop talking, Emerson. They’ll always have something to say. But that’s their problem, not mine. I can’t let them win. I am going to rise above it all "He sighed heavily, his expression a mixture of concern and reluctance. "I just don’t want anyone to hurt you, Mina," he said quietly."No one can hurt me," I assured him. "You told me to enjoy this, right? So let me. Let me do this my way. Please."Emerson stared at me for a moment before nodding, a small smile playing on his lips. "
When we got to the company, I didn't know what I was expecting. Maybe a bunch of people waiting there for me, maybe people staring at me. But when we arrived, it was surprisingly calm.No paparazzi or media insight.caAs we stepped out of the car and went inside, I greeted the security guard. "Good morning," I said casually, waving at him. He gave a polite nod, almost like a bow, but I didn’t think much of it.We passed the two secretaries at the front desk. I was used to Diane—I used to talk to her a lot when I worked here. Just because I was now Emerson’s fiancée didn’t mean I’d suddenly start ignoring her. But when I stopped to say hello, their eyes widened in surprise. Diane and her colleague both looked startled, as though I’d done something completely unexpected.“Hi, Diane. How have you been?” I asked, ignoring their shocked expressions.“It’s… it’s going fine, Mrs Blackwind,” she stammered, her voice filled with both nervousness and formality.I frowned slightly. She’d never
“It will also be very good for us,” Emerson said, persuasive.“Good for us?” I repeated skeptically. “The only thing it will do is land us on the front page.”“Yes,” he admitted, nodding “but it could also land us on the front page for something good. I mean, think about it. People think you’re going after me for my money. Everyone knows you and Eric don’t get along. But imagine this: the four of us sitting at one table, having an amazing dinner, and everything going smoothly. It would send a message. People would see the Blackwind family getting along and wonder why they’ve been making so much noise and attacking you. It’s like we’d turn the narrative on its head.”I listened to his words, thinking them over. As much as I hated to admit it, it kind of made sense.“Huh,” I said, narrowing my eyes at him. “You came prepared, didn’t you? Ready to convince me to agree with this?”“Yes,” he said with a grin. “I was actually afraid you’d say no to the dinner because of the cameras and the
“I don’t know, Emerson,” I said, uncertain. “I mean, I don’t want you to lose the Flagler Corporation, I know how important they are for the Blackwind company, but I really don’t want to work with Eric.”Emerson leaned forward, calm and determined. “Don’t worry, Mina. You’re not just working with Eric. You’ll also be working with Tina's son, Trayson. It’ll be the three of you, so I’m sure everything is going to be fine and civil. Plus, Eric will behave if he knows someone else is in the group, someone new and someone he will want to impress. You know how he is—macho and full of pride. He knows Trayson will be handling his mother's company in the future, and since he stands to take charge of mine, he will want to establish a great image. He wouldn’t want Tina’s son thinking he’s taking advantage of you and seeming lazy”I folded my arms, my doubt still heavy.Emerson reached across the table, taking both my hands in his. His eyes met mine, trying to be reassuring. “Besides, you’re my f
I turned my attention back toward Emerson. “What do you mean you want me to go back to work at the company? I don’t understand. Are you saying you want me to go back to work at Blackwind?”“Yes,” he said firmly. “We need you back at the office. Do you think you could consider coming back?”I stared at him, completely bewildered. Why would they want me back? This had Eric written all over it. Everything about this situation screamed his name.I leaned forward, my brows furrowing. “Is this about Eric?”Emerson sighed heavily, rubbing his face with both hands before letting them fall onto the table. “I’m afraid so.”I froze, my heart sinking. “Please don’t tell me you fired him. Don’t tell me you fired Eric and now you’re asking me to take his position. Emerson, that’s going to cause so much havoc, so much trouble.” My voice quickened as I laid out my concerns. “I mean, all the drama we went through with the media and tabloids when people found out about us and our engagement? That won
We went downstairs to have breakfast. Emerson poured us both coffee and as we started eating, he said, “Mina, you remember when I told you I had to tell you something?”“Yeah, I remember. What is it?”“I actually need you to help me with something.”“Okay, what is it? Just tell me,” I said, leaning forward, curious.“It’s actually a very big ask,” he added, his tone serious.“It’s okay. What is it? There’s nothing big you can’t ask of me.” I gave him an encouraging smile as I poured some juice into my glass. “So, what is it?”“I need you to go back to the company,” he said, his words deliberate.I froze, staring at him. “What do you mean, go back to the company?”“I mean, I need you to come back to work at the company,” he said, holding my gaze.Clang.Before I could respond, the sudden sound of something crashing startled us. We turned toward the door leading to the kitchen and found Madeline standing there, her face pale as the breakfast tray she’d been carrying lay scattered on the
I was still coming down from my high, the adrenaline and warmth coursing through me, and I wanted to say something—anything. Before I could, his phone rang again."Sorry," he said, letting me go as he moved toward the phone and picked it up. His brow furrowed as he answered. "What's so urgent?" he asked, his tone clipped but controlled.As he listened to whoever was on the other end of the phone, I decided to get up. I headed into the bathroom for a long, cold shower, the rush of water grounding me. By the time I emerged, wrapped in a towel, he was still on the phone, pacing the room and giving instructions.I moved into the wardrobe, deciding to focus on myself. I applied oil to my skin, carefully following my skincare routine, and then picked out something light and comfortable for the day. As I worked, I couldn’t help but notice Emerson’s voice filtering through the wardrobe door, his tone steady but laced with authority. He was busy—too busy, it seemed, for us to spend any real
Thank you for making my day," Emmerson said, his voice soft and genuine as his eyes locked with mine, holding my gaze in a way that made my heart skip. He wasn’t just saying words; he was letting me feel them. He wanted me to understand, to truly grasp what he meant. And I did.I saw it in his expression, the sincerity in his tone. I understood him completely, and more than that, I believed him. Every single word.“This has turned out to be a very good day," he continued, his lips curving into a smile that felt like the sun breaking through clouds. "And I’m sure it’s going to be even better, all because of you." He paused as if searching for the perfect words to express himself. "Thank you.”I felt a warm flush in my chest at his appreciation. But then his expression shifted slightly, just enough to catch my attention. A shadow of something darker flickered in his eyes. "Because yesterday…" he trailed off,“Yesterday was a total disaster.” His shoulders tensed as he exhaled, shaking h
Mina"So, what do you think?" I asked Emerson, my voice steady, but my heart was pounding so hard it felt like the beats might echo through the room. Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom. It was alive, alive and nervous because I had no idea what Emerson was thinking.What if I had made a massive mistake? What if this was too soon? What if all those beautiful days in Paris didn’t mean we were ready for this step? What if I had completely misread the signals?"Hmm," he finally said, his tone neutral as he walked past me, and then turned around.I couldn’t read his expression, only the broad line of his shoulders and the way he moved, deliberate but calm. He glanced around the room, his silence stretching until I couldn’t bear it any longer.He was standing there, the same unreadable look on his face.“Come on,” I said, my voice shaky but light, trying to mask my nerves. “What do you think? Just tell me. Give it to me straight.”“Um… it’s not bad,” he said, shrugging.“Not bad?” I repeated, my