Emilia
The air was still thick with tension from Richard’s announcement. I could feel the weight of a hundred eyes on us, watching, whispering, speculating. But none of it mattered—not when Richard stood beside me, his hand resting protectively on my waist, his presence a shield against the storm.
The music had resumed, a slow, elegant tune filling the grand ballroom. The murmur of conversation was back, but there was an undeniable shift in the atmosphere.
Richard had claimed me in front of everyone. And now, the world saw me not just as Emilia, the once-forgotten fiancée of Jayden Turner, but as his wife.
And the mother of his child.
I wasn’t sure how to feel about it. My heart was still racing from the kiss he had given me earlier—possessive, deliberate, leaving no room for doubt about where we stood. Even now, my lips still tingled from the warmth of his touch, the sensation lingering like an unspoken promise.
I turned to look at him, expecting him to be scanning the room like he always did—analyzing, controlling, ensuring everything went according to his plan.
But instead, he was looking at me.
His dark eyes held something deeper tonight. Something softer.
For a man as powerful and strategic as Richard Kane, softness was rare. And yet, here it was, clear as day in the way his gaze never wavered from mine, in the way his grip on my waist was protective, not possessive. It sent a strange warmth curling in my chest, unsettling yet... comforting.
"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice low, meant only for me.
I swallowed, still acutely aware of the stares directed our way. "You didn’t have to do that," I murmured. "Kiss me like that in front of everyone."
Richard’s lips curled into a smile. "Didn’t I?"
The way he said it made my breath hitch. His confidence was infuriating sometimes—how he always knew exactly what to do, what to say, how to control a situation with ease. Meanwhile, my thoughts were still tangled, my body still recovering from the way he had just shattered every preconceived notion about our arrangement with that single, public display of affection.
I blinked up at him, my pulse quickening.
He leaned in slightly, his breath warm against my ear. "I meant what I said, Emilia. You’re my wife. Let them look, let them talk. Their opinions don’t matter."
He said it with such conviction, as if it truly didn’t bother him. Maybe it didn’t. Maybe Richard Kane had long stopped caring about society’s expectations, about the gossip of the wealthy elite who thrived on speculation and scandal.
I, on the other hand, wasn’t used to being the center of attention like this. I could still feel the weight of their curiosity pressing down on me, the silent questions lingering in the air.
Was this real?
Was I just another woman Richard Kane would discard when he lost interest?
Was this marriage truly just an arrangement?
I wasn’t sure I had the answers myself.
"Come," he said, taking my hand.
I hesitated. "Where—"
"Dance with me."
I glanced at the crowded dance floor, my nerves tightening. "Richard, I—"
His fingers curled around mine, firm but gentle. "Just trust me."
And against all my instincts, I did.
He led me onto the dance floor with the same confidence he carried in the boardroom—calm, self-assured, like a man who never doubted himself.
The moment his hands settled on my waist, pulling me close, my breath hitched. His movements were smooth, practiced, but there was a tenderness in the way he held me.
"I don’t dance often," I admitted softly, trying to keep my voice steady.
"That makes two of us," he said, his lips twitching.
I scoffed. "Liar."
His smirk deepened. "Alright, maybe I’ve had my fair share of experience."
The music swelled around us, the dim glow of the chandeliers casting a golden hue over the ballroom. As we moved, I was acutely aware of how effortlessly Richard guided me, his grip firm but gentle, as if he had done this a thousand times before.
It was infuriating, really. How could a man be good at everything?
My fingers curled slightly against his shoulder. "So, tell me," I said, raising an eyebrow. "How many women have you danced with like this?"
Richard chuckled, the deep timbre of his laugh sending an unexpected warmth through me. "Would you believe me if I said not many?"
I tilted my head. "No."
He let out a quiet hum, his gaze locked onto mine. "Good. I don’t want you to think I make a habit of this."
His words sent a ripple through me. There was something intimate about the way he said it, something that made my heart stumble for just a moment.
Was he just saying what he knew I wanted to hear? Or was there truth in his words?
"You’re thinking too much," he murmured, pulling me a fraction closer.
I blinked. "What?"
"You do that when you’re overanalyzing something," he said, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. "Your brows crease slightly. Like this." He reached up, smoothing a finger across my forehead.
The touch was unexpected, gentle, almost affectionate.
Heat crept up my neck. "I do not."
Richard chuckled again, his amusement evident. "You do. But it’s alright. I find it—" He paused, as if choosing his words carefully. "Endearing."
Endearing.
It was such an innocent word, yet coming from him, it carried weight.
I wasn’t sure how to respond to that.
I wasn’t sure I wanted to.
Because admitting that his words affected me meant admitting that this marriage—this carefully constructed arrangement—was beginning to blur the lines I had tried so hard to keep clear.
Richard Kane was dangerous.
Not because he was powerful.
Not because he was ruthless.
But because when he looked at me like that—like I was something more than just a contract he had signed—I almost wanted to believe it.
I was still lost in those thoughts when a voice interrupted us.
"Richard!"
The deep voice cut through the soft hum of music and conversation. I turned just as a tall man with salt-and-pepper hair approached, a glass of champagne in hand. His suit was crisp, his expression one of amusement and approval.
I recognized him immediately—George Lennox, one of Kane Group’s major shareholders. He was an influential figure, known for his shrewd business acumen and no-nonsense demeanor. Though he was well into his fifties, his sharp eyes missed nothing, and his presence alone commanded respect.
"That was quite the announcement," George said with a chuckle, his gaze flickering toward me. "And quite the surprise."
Richard didn’t miss a beat. "I don’t believe in surprises, George. Just careful planning."
A knowing smirk played on the older man’s lips. "Well, I have to say, you couldn’t have picked a more stunning woman," he said, nodding at me. "Mrs. Kane, congratulations."
Mrs. Kane.
The title still felt foreign, strange in a way that sent a shiver through me—not from fear, but from the realization that this wasn’t just a fleeting moment. This was real. This was my life now.
I forced myself to smile, even as I still processed everything. "Thank you, Mr. Lennox."
Before George could say more, another couple approached—a woman in an emerald green dress and a distinguished-looking man with a thick mustache. The air around them carried an aura of influence and wealth. I recognized them instantly.
Eleanor and Charles Whitmore. More shareholders. More power players.
"Richard, you sly devil," Charles said with a hearty laugh. "Married, and you didn’t even tell us?"
"It wasn’t exactly a secret," Richard replied smoothly, his voice calm and controlled as always.
Eleanor’s sharp eyes landed on me, scrutinizing me in a way that made my spine stiffen. Unlike Charles, whose amusement was genuine, Eleanor exuded an air of quiet calculation.
"So, you’re the woman who stole our Richard’s heart?"
I hesitated, unsure how to respond. I barely knew Richard myself—at least, not in the way they assumed. I didn’t know what he liked to eat for breakfast, or what his childhood had been like, or whether he preferred the city or the countryside.
I only knew him as the ruthless businessman, the man who had offered me marriage in exchange for security, a man who held his emotions so tightly guarded that sometimes, I wasn’t sure if he even had them.
But before I could find the right words, I felt Richard’s grip on my waist tighten. It was subtle but firm, as if silently reassuring me.
"She didn’t steal anything," he said, his voice carrying a quiet certainty. "I gave it willingly."
A small gasp came from someone nearby. Charles let out a chuckle, clearly entertained, while Eleanor’s expression remained unreadable.
The statement caught me off guard too.
I gave it willingly.
Was that true? Was this really something Richard had given freely? Or was this just another calculated move, another part of his grand plan?
The group around us laughed, the tension breaking slightly, but Eleanor wasn’t done yet. Her keen gaze lingered on me, studying me with the intensity of someone trying to assess whether I was truly fit for this world.
"I suppose you must be quite special, then," she mused, her tone unreadable.
Under the scrutiny of powerful businesspeople, a flicker of doubt wormed its way into my chest. Did they see me as unworthy of Richard? Did they think I was just some social climber who had manipulated my way into his life?
I had fought hard for my place in this world, yet standing here—among them, as his wife—doubt threatened to consume me.
Richard, however, seemed to sense my discomfort before I could even put it into words.
"She’s more than special," he said, his voice firm, unwavering. "She’s my wife. And I trust her judgment just as much as my own."
The conviction in his words made my breath catch.
He didn’t have to say that. He didn’t have to defend me.
But he did.
A pause settled over the group before Charles let out another approving laugh. "Well said!" he declared, raising his glass in a toast. "To Richard and Emilia Kane!"
The others followed suit, lifting their champagne flutes, their murmured congratulations blending into the background.
One by one, others came by to offer their well wishes. Some were genuine, others merely playing politics, their smiles polite but their eyes assessing. I had been in business long enough to recognize the difference.
But through it all, Richard never left my side.
His hand remained on my waist, a quiet declaration to the world that I belonged here—whether I believed it yet or not.
By the time the wave of guests slowed, I let out a slow breath, only now realizing how much tension I had been holding in.
Richard smirked, watching me with a knowing expression. "Do all your business events feel like interrogations?" I asked, my voice laced with exhaustion.
"Only when I do something unexpected," he said, his smirk deepening.
I arched a brow. "Like marrying me?"
"Exactly."
His tone was teasing, but there was something else beneath it. Something I couldn’t quite place.
For the rest of the evening, he never left my side.
I danced with him again, feeling the warmth of his touch as his hand guided me across the floor. I heard the quiet strength in his voice as he introduced me to more guests—not as someone temporary, not as an accessory to his success, but as something permanent. As someone who belonged.
And for the first time...
I believed it too.
KatherineIt was Monday morning, and it was a depressing sunny day.I sighed as I approached the towering glass building of Kane Group. It has been three days, three days had passed since that humiliating disaster at the company's anniversary party, yet the whispers and never ending lingering stares still followed me like a shadow behind my back and it was annoying.It was a nightmare a complete and total catastrophe for me.Jayden’s name was on everyone’s lips, and not even for the right reasons and neither was mine. He had been utterly humiliated, and by extension, so had I. The thought made my blood boil. I was still furious mostly at that bitch named Emili. She stole my spotlight.But I wouldn’t let them see me flinch.Straightening my shoulders, I lifted my chin and stepped inside.As expected, the moment I entered, all eyes turned to me. The air just starting buzzing with murmurs, hushed low whispers that weren’t even subtle at all. I could feel their judgment crawling over my s
Katherine I stormed right into Richard’s office with fury and determination, my heels clicking furiously against the floor. My blood was seriously boiling with rage, and my hands clenched into fists. Emilia was seated across from Richard, her face was calm—way too calm—like she hadn’t just destroyed my family and it made me even more pissed off."You!" I spat, pointing a finger right at her. "You did this! You got my father arrested! Didn't you?"Emilia blinked twice, taken aback, but before she could even speak, Richard stood up defending her."Katherine, that is enough." His voice was cold, firm. But I wasn't going to let him intimidate me, he was in on it since she was his wife.I turned to him, my jaw tightening. "You’re defending her? After everything she’s done? Of course, you're defending her, you both conspired against him."Richard sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Your father’s arrest has nothing to do with Emilia. Would you just chill out, are you forgetting who yo
JaydenThe night air felt very cold and it was biting, even though it was still very early in the evening. I walked down the sidewalk on the left, hands shoved deep inside my jacket pockets, head down and I was lost in thought. The weight of the night before sat heavily on my chest. I had done it. I had thrown Katherine away like she was nothing, just another notch in the long list of women i hadused to feed my ego. She had been a stepping stone, a way to keep the image of the perfect life intact. But now? She was no longer of use to me. Now, everything was in shambles.My mind was a simply a jumbled mess, one thought crashing itself onto the next. I had dumped Katherine, fought off any trace of hesitation to end things, but why did it feel like one of the few wrong choices I had ever made? Part of me had expected a bit of relief, but instead, all I felt was an insatiable bitterness, gnawing away at me from the inside out.Katherine’s father had recently been arrested. It was a scanda
KatherineThe atmosphere around me felt really damp with silence in the aftermath of Jayden’s hurtful and bitter words. It was as if the whole world had frozen right around me, and all that remained was the bitter sting of raw rejection.I sat on the edge of the bed, my phone clutched very tightly in my hand. As my fingertips hovered over the screen, trembling ever slightly as I stared at Jayden's name. Why did it feel like I was holding onto a lifeline that was slipping away from me? Why?I dialed his number again and again,, for the hundredth time, hoping, praying that this time, he’d answer. But he just refused to.The call went straight into voicemail.I stared at the screen for a long moment before finally deciding to leave another message. The words came out even more shakier than I intended."Jayden, please… pick up. Pick up the bloody phone. I don’t understand. You can’t just walk away like this. You simply can't. Not after everything we’ve been through. Please, don’t do this
Emilia“What the hell is going on, Jayden?” I asked sharply.I couldn't believe my eyes, even after stepping in here.I could hardly believe it hours ago when Bae had called and told me that she'd spotted him entering what was a supposed celebration in a grand hotel at the other end of the city when he'd claimed to have travelled for work. Despite my doubts I had come here abd she was right.The company he worked for, Kane Group was having a company wide gala and he hadn't told me.But that wasn't the worst part. No. Because as I had rushed in her I saw him.Jayden, my boyfriend of six years, wrapped around so comfortably with another woman.I felt the urge to vomit.Now, pulled away from the crowd he remained unresponsive, not even flinching from my question, instead his brown eyes narrowed and a hint of annoyance became evident.He looked at me as if I didn’t belong here in the first place. Like I didn't have the right to ask why on earth he was at a company party he told me absolut
EmiliaI wasn't alone.My heart skipped a beat as I noticed the warmth and the faint sound of breathing that wasn't me. Panic surged through me as I whipped my head to my side to find an equally naked man beside me.Dark, messy hair covered the top half of his features and sharp, angular features that made him look like he had stepped out of a magazine.‘Snap out of it Emilia,’ I mentally slapped myself blinking back to reality.There were too many questions in my head. I tried to recall the entire day, but the last thing I remembered was talking to Jayden and then moving to the bar. Everything else was so…fuzzy after.Had I …spoken to someone?Frustration built up in me. I didn't know what the hell happened after and that was the key to understanding this. It definitely couldn't have been the alcohol considering my tolerance and that meant someone had done something to me. Like drugging me.And now I was naked with a man I'd never met.I was so lost in my thoughts that the moment I f
ONE MONTH LATERRichardI’d re-watched the footage so many times that I knew every detail, yet in the silence of my office I clicked the mouse once more.The hotel footage from a month ago replayed itself. In the dim lighting of the hallway, a dark grainy figure stumbled and swayed while still rushing in what looked like panic as she used the wall to balance herself. Then after a short pause she found the door that led to my hotel room.I paused right at the moment before she stumbled inside, into what was my hotel room. My gaze traced her figure, immortalized in that single frame.A mix of frustration and longing ignited within me.It's been a month since that night, and yet, no matter how much I analyzed the footage, I couldn’t look away.This wasn’t how I expected things to happen. I was very detailed about my life, careful with every move I made.And yet, in just a single night, everything had spiraled out of control because someone had dared to drug me.And then there was her.Al
EmiliaSomething was wrong.It was jarring. Things weren't supposed to be this way and for the most part, it was.Freedom felt good . It had been a month since Jayden's breakup with me and I had been thriving. I'd realized it after taking on the first five jobs within only two days of re-entering the job market. All this time, albeit unconsciously, I had been subduing herself.It all started years ago because of what Jayden used to tell me. I had graduated with better honors and opportunities than him but because of his insecurity, I took low level jobs to not make him feel bad and kept supporting him. Now I realized what a stupid mistake I'd made. In pushing myself down he had thought I was lower than him.Without Jayden dragging me down, I’d made waves in my freelance career. Jobs surprisingly kept piling up and for the first time in years, I felt like I was actually progressing. I was happier than ever in life.Until the symptoms started.At first it was just simple exhaustion and
KatherineThe atmosphere around me felt really damp with silence in the aftermath of Jayden’s hurtful and bitter words. It was as if the whole world had frozen right around me, and all that remained was the bitter sting of raw rejection.I sat on the edge of the bed, my phone clutched very tightly in my hand. As my fingertips hovered over the screen, trembling ever slightly as I stared at Jayden's name. Why did it feel like I was holding onto a lifeline that was slipping away from me? Why?I dialed his number again and again,, for the hundredth time, hoping, praying that this time, he’d answer. But he just refused to.The call went straight into voicemail.I stared at the screen for a long moment before finally deciding to leave another message. The words came out even more shakier than I intended."Jayden, please… pick up. Pick up the bloody phone. I don’t understand. You can’t just walk away like this. You simply can't. Not after everything we’ve been through. Please, don’t do this
JaydenThe night air felt very cold and it was biting, even though it was still very early in the evening. I walked down the sidewalk on the left, hands shoved deep inside my jacket pockets, head down and I was lost in thought. The weight of the night before sat heavily on my chest. I had done it. I had thrown Katherine away like she was nothing, just another notch in the long list of women i hadused to feed my ego. She had been a stepping stone, a way to keep the image of the perfect life intact. But now? She was no longer of use to me. Now, everything was in shambles.My mind was a simply a jumbled mess, one thought crashing itself onto the next. I had dumped Katherine, fought off any trace of hesitation to end things, but why did it feel like one of the few wrong choices I had ever made? Part of me had expected a bit of relief, but instead, all I felt was an insatiable bitterness, gnawing away at me from the inside out.Katherine’s father had recently been arrested. It was a scanda
Katherine I stormed right into Richard’s office with fury and determination, my heels clicking furiously against the floor. My blood was seriously boiling with rage, and my hands clenched into fists. Emilia was seated across from Richard, her face was calm—way too calm—like she hadn’t just destroyed my family and it made me even more pissed off."You!" I spat, pointing a finger right at her. "You did this! You got my father arrested! Didn't you?"Emilia blinked twice, taken aback, but before she could even speak, Richard stood up defending her."Katherine, that is enough." His voice was cold, firm. But I wasn't going to let him intimidate me, he was in on it since she was his wife.I turned to him, my jaw tightening. "You’re defending her? After everything she’s done? Of course, you're defending her, you both conspired against him."Richard sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Your father’s arrest has nothing to do with Emilia. Would you just chill out, are you forgetting who yo
KatherineIt was Monday morning, and it was a depressing sunny day.I sighed as I approached the towering glass building of Kane Group. It has been three days, three days had passed since that humiliating disaster at the company's anniversary party, yet the whispers and never ending lingering stares still followed me like a shadow behind my back and it was annoying.It was a nightmare a complete and total catastrophe for me.Jayden’s name was on everyone’s lips, and not even for the right reasons and neither was mine. He had been utterly humiliated, and by extension, so had I. The thought made my blood boil. I was still furious mostly at that bitch named Emili. She stole my spotlight.But I wouldn’t let them see me flinch.Straightening my shoulders, I lifted my chin and stepped inside.As expected, the moment I entered, all eyes turned to me. The air just starting buzzing with murmurs, hushed low whispers that weren’t even subtle at all. I could feel their judgment crawling over my s
Emilia The air was still thick with tension from Richard’s announcement. I could feel the weight of a hundred eyes on us, watching, whispering, speculating. But none of it mattered—not when Richard stood beside me, his hand resting protectively on my waist, his presence a shield against the storm.The music had resumed, a slow, elegant tune filling the grand ballroom. The murmur of conversation was back, but there was an undeniable shift in the atmosphere.Richard had claimed me in front of everyone. And now, the world saw me not just as Emilia, the once-forgotten fiancée of Jayden Turner, but as his wife.And the mother of his child.I wasn’t sure how to feel about it. My heart was still racing from the kiss he had given me earlier—possessive, deliberate, leaving no room for doubt about where we stood. Even now, my lips still tingled from the warmth of his touch, the sensation lingering like an unspoken promise.I turned to look at him, expecting him to be scanning the room like he a
Jayden The murmurs hadn’t stopped. Even as the orchestra resumed its melody and guests returned to their conversations, the energy in the room had shifted.Richard Kane’s announcement had stolen the night.I stood frozen in the middle of the ballroom, my mind racing. Emilia was his wife. She was pregnant with his child. And he had just kissed her in front of everyone, making a clear and public declaration.And the worst part?No one was talking about my engagement to Katherine anymore.The moment that was supposed to cement our status, the carefully planned announcement meant to elevate our position in the company, had been utterly overshadowed. Instead of congratulating me and Katherine, guests whispered amongst themselves about Emilia and Richard.Katherine was fuming beside me, gripping her champagne glass so tightly I thought it might crack. Her lips were pulled into a tight line, and her usual poised demeanor had faltered. “This is ridiculous,” she hissed, keeping her voice low.
JaydenThe ballroom gleamed with opulence, the golden chandeliers casting a warm, regal glow over the sea of sharply dressed guests. Crystal glasses clinked, and the soft hum of polite conversation filled the space. Waiters moved effortlessly between groups, offering expensive champagne and exquisite hors d’oeuvres.The Kane Group’s anniversary gala was more than just a celebration. It was a statement—a display of power, wealth, and influence. A night where the elite of the business world gathered to reaffirm their positions at the top. And tonight, Katherine and I were about to take center stage.I adjusted the cuffs of my tailored black suit, exhaling slowly as I scanned the room. Business moguls, investors, CEOs—all the right people were here. People who understood the value of strategic alliances. People who would recognize what my engagement to Katherine truly meant.. Beside me, Katherine radiated confidence. Her deep red gown hugged her curves, the color bold and deliberate—a q
Richard.The air inside Kane Group buzzed with the usual morning energy—keyboards clacking, phones ringing, employees chatting in hushed voices. But as I strode through the lobby, a different kind of chatter reached my ears.“…can’t believe she’s still here.”“I know, right? She’s acting like she actually belongs in that position.”I didn’t slow my pace, but my jaw clenched slightly.They hadn’t even noticed me approaching.“She probably thinks if she sticks around long enough, Richard Kane will put a ring on her finger.”A round of snickering followed.I stopped beside them, fixing my gaze on the group of employees huddled near the reception area. The moment they realized I was there, their faces drained of color. One of the men—a junior associate from the marketing department—stiffened, his laughter dying instantly. The others quickly averted their gazes, pretending to be suddenly fascinated by their phones or the floor.One of them, a young man I vaguely recognized, cleared his thr
EmiliaThe weight of their stares never lessened.It clung to me like a heavy fog, thick with judgment and barely concealed contempt. No matter where I went in the office, I could feel their eyes trailing me, their hushed whispers punctuated by barely hidden sneers.I wasn’t naïve. I knew what they were thinking.She doesn’t deserve this position.She must have slept her way to the top.Richard Kane must have a special taste for desperate women.The words weren’t spoken directly to me, but they didn’t have to be. The looks were enough.Despite the suffocating tension in the air, I held my head high and walked with purpose. If I let them see even a fraction of doubt or hesitation, they would pounce. These people thrived on weakness, and I refused to give them the satisfaction of watching me crumble.But that didn’t mean their whispers didn’t sting.I clenched my fists as I neared the reception desk, forcing my shoulders to remain straight. If I wanted to command respect, I had to act l