With a quiet determination, I helped Adrian back to his room, wheeling him carefully down the hall. Once there, I steadied him as he transferred to the bed, mindful of his still-tense expression. He leaned back, avoiding my gaze for a moment, then sighed.“Listen, I’m… sorry,” he murmured, a faint hint of frustration still lingering in his tone. “I lost my temper out there. I didn’t mean to snap at you.”I nodded, offering a small smile. “It’s okay, Adrian. I can’t imagine how tough this is for you.”He seemed relieved, the tension in his face softening a little. I pulled the bedsheet over him, making sure he was comfortable before stepping back. “Goodnight,” I whispered.He looked up, his eyes warm but weary. “Goodnight.”I returned to my room, already feeling the weight of the day pulling at me. I slipped into my pajamas and was just about to get into bed when my phone rang, the sudden sound piercing the quiet night. Glancing at the screen, I saw an unknown number flashing. Hesitati
Arriving at the cafe Mr. White had designated for our meeting, I took a deep breath, steadying myself before stepping inside. He was already seated near the window, his expression unreadable, though he looked slightly worn around the edges—perhaps a result of the years spent handling my family’s affairs and, most recently, the stresses brought on by my father’s deteriorating business.As I approached, he looked up, recognizing me with a familiar nod. I hadn’t seen him in some time, but he’d been around the family often during my father’s healthier days.“Hello, Mr. White,” I greeted him, trying to keep my voice steady despite the nervousness churning in my stomach.He stood and reached out to shake my hand, greeting me with my maiden name out of habit.“Good to see you again, Ms. Collins.”A small smile broke across my face, and I gently corrected him. “Actually, I’m a Knight now.”His face softened, his smile acknowledging the reminder. “Yes, of course. I suppose Vivian filled me in
I arrived at work, still shaken from the morning’s meeting with Mr. White. Just as I stepped inside, I spotted Harper leaning against my desk, her arms crossed, lips pursed, and that trademark scowl already in place."Well, look who finally decided to grace us with her presence," she sneered. "The Queen of the office."I swallowed hard and forced myself to apologize. "I’m really sorry, Harper. Traffic was—""Save it," she cut me off, her tone icy. "I’ve heard that same excuse too many times."I barely had a chance to respond before she continued, clearly on a roll. "You need to straighten up if you want to keep your job around here."I nodded, biting back another apology. It was common knowledge that if I wasn’t the best editor she had, she’d have fired me ages ago. But still, she didn’t make things easy."I'm serious," she continued, her voice dripping with disdain. "You’re going to have to prove your worth if you want to stay."I braced myself and asked, "How?"She folded her arms t
Sophia’s eyes blazed as she rolled up her sleeves, stepping toward the clerk with a scathing look. “Excuse me?” she spat, her voice low but dangerous. “How dare you talk to us like that—with that cheap perfume wafting off you? You really think you’re something here?”I reached out, putting a hand on her arm to try and diffuse the tension. “Sophia, let’s not—she didn’t mean it like that.”The clerk crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, not backing down an inch. “Oh, I meant every word,” she said with a smirk. “You clearly don’t belong here. So, maybe you should take your little… daydream of ‘fancy’ elsewhere.”My patience snapped. I straightened up, matching her cold stare. “And what exactly makes you think we can’t afford anything in this store?”She gave a dismissive laugh, looking us up and down with a haughty smirk. “Please. You two look like you’d max out a credit card just trying to buy one accessory here.”Sophia scoffed, completely outraged, her fists clenched at her sides. “
After finally selecting three dresses, Sophia and I made our way to the changing rooms with arms full. The first one I tried on was a deep red satin gown that clung in all the right places and flowed gracefully as I moved. The moment I slipped into it, I knew it was something special. It hugged my curves and shimmered under the boutique lights, catching Sophia's eye immediately.She let out a low whistle. "Girl, that dress was made for you. I swear Adrian’s jaw will drop when he sees you in that."I glanced in the mirror, struck by how the fabric seemed to make my skin glow. “You really think so?” I asked, striking a little pose with a laugh.“Absolutely. Trust me, the man’s not going to know what hit him,” Sophia said, nudging me with a grin.Feeling encouraged, I tried on the second dress—this one an elegant emerald green with a subtle slit up the side and a flattering neckline. I stepped out of the dressing room, and Sophia’s jaw actually dropped this time.“Okay, that’s it,” she d
I couldn’t help but wonder what Adrian might be thinking as he gave me that mischievous look, his eyes glinting with amusement. He leaned back, arms crossed, and asked again, “So, what exactly are you planning to offer me?”I laughed nervously, feeling a mixture of playful excitement and curiosity in his gaze. “What do you want, Adrian?” I asked, trying to gauge what he was hinting at. “You’re already one of the wealthiest men in the city. What could I possibly give you that would actually please you?”He shrugged, his smirk widening as though he knew exactly how to keep me on edge. “That's for you to figure out,” he replied smoothly, his tone carrying that ever-present teasing quality. “But you’ve still got some time before the event. Surprise me.”I crossed my arms, narrowing my eyes with a smirk of my own. “How about… a lap dance and a kiss?” I teased, raising an eyebrow as I watched his reaction carefully.He chuckled, a deep, rich laugh that was both amused and challenging. “Is t
Gregory chuckled, his eyes glinting with a hint of malice. “No need to rush,” he said smoothly. “Knight Enterprises is in… good hands.” His gaze slid over to Jordan, who was standing nearby, smugly adjusting his cufflinks, as if he were already in Adrian’s shoes.Gregory’s attention snapped back to Adrian. “By the way, Adrian, don’t you think the wheelchair might… attract attention? What would people say if, let’s say, a bolt came loose?” His smile widened, clearly enjoying his attempt to undermine Adrian’s confidence.I clenched my fists, anger simmering. Adrian’s grip on the armrest tightened, but he remained silent, his eyes fixed firmly on Gregory. I couldn’t let him stand there and take it.“You know, Gregory,” I said, stepping forward, my voice steady, “maybe you should be more concerned about your son’s actions than Adrian’s wheelchair.”Gregory’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face. “And who exactly are you to speak to me like that?” he sneered.I met his g
Bethany leaned in closer with a sigh, looking at me warmly. “Well, don’t keep me waiting too long. I’ll be expecting good news soon!” she teased, before a man in a suit approached her and whispered something in her ear.She gave us both a quick smile. “Duty calls, it seems. You two enjoy yourselves. But not too much fun, all right?” With a wink, she left.Adrian looked over at me, still red in the face. “I’m so sorry about that. My mother’s… she gets like this when she’s had a bit too much to drink.”I laughed. “Don’t worry. I actually like her.”He raised an eyebrow. “Oh, she’s only being nice to you because she wants a grandchild. Trust me, she can be… intense. She usually doesn’t warm up this fast.”I smirked. “Well, at least she’s a little better than my stepmom, Vivian.”That made him laugh, and the tension melted from his face. “You know, my parents were both strong-willed. When my father was alive, they’d argue constantly. He was strict, always about business.” Adrian paused, a