Tonight, Nicholas was not the strong CEO or the man battling the ghosts of his past; tonight, he was just a man—one who had lived, lost, and fought his way back. He sat in his study, the gentle glow of the fireplace creating flickering shadows throughout the room, a glass of unopened whiskey resting on the mahogany desk next to an open leather-bound journal, the faint scent of aged parchment mingled with the faint aroma of the cedar wood logs burning nearby.He took a deep breath and started writing after dipping his pen into the inkwell and letting it hover over the page for a while:"To Cassie, our future, and our kids.I used to believe that power was everything. I developed enemies, fought to the top, and lost myself in conflicts I thought were necessary. But I almost lost my soul in the quest for a kingdom. And then I discovered you when I believed I had nothing left but shadows."He wrote of his early years, his father's oppressive expectations, and the hunger that had made him
"I need the payment before the end of the week, Cassie, regardless of how you go about it. If not, we’ll have to evict you."As I gazed at the paper, shaking hands, the words became jumbled. The red lettering shouted at me, "EVICTION NOTICE." Breathing became difficult, and my heart thumped in my chest."Hey? Cassie? Are you still present? My world was collapsing in the present when I heard the landlord's voice crackle over the phone.I stumbled, "I—I’m here," and tried to calm my voice. "I'll come up with something. I require further time.Even I could see the doubt in my voice, though. More time? Time was running out.After a little silence, he let out a sigh that sounded like the weight of the entire planet. "I apologize, but I am unable to do that. You've fallen behind by three months already.I was terrified I would faint from the vertigo, so I buried the heels of my hands in my temples and closed my eyes. The one thing I had worked for, battled for, and loved more than anything
"Miss Hart."I was chilly when I heard an audible voice at the event. My heart skipped as I turned to face the man who had spoken. His tuxedo appeared to have been built to order, and he was tall.His angular jawline caught the light in a way that suggested power, and his dark, almost black hair fell neatly around his ears. But I wasn't anchored by his appearance. He evaluated me in a way that made it seem like he could see right through me."Yes?" I could do so, my voice revealing the discomfort in my chest.Though it didn't reach his eyes, a faint smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. His eyes were fixed on me as if I were something he was still trying to figure out."I didn't mean to startle you," he added casually as he moved in closer. "But I've been watching you for a while now."I scowled and took a step back out of habit. "And why is that?" I asked, attempting to remain somewhat composed.A grin twitched over his lips, but it was icy. "Because you are unique. As though he
Nicholas spoke the word "marriage," which fell between us like a grenade.Confident that I had misheard, I blinked. "Excuse me?""You heard me," he said in a cool, collected tone. "I'm suggesting a marriage contract. Naturally, it will be temporary and on terms that are advantageous to both of us.”I let out a sour, acrid laugh. "You can’t be serious."Nicholas's face, however, remained unwavering. He stayed calm, staring at me with his sharp eyes as if he were analyzing every idea that was going through my mind.I got out of his office's velvet chair, which I hadn't even wanted to sit in.I said, "This is absurd," as I paced in the direction of the floor-to-ceiling windows. Below, the city lights glowed, taunting me with their brightness."Why would I ever agree to something like that?"Nicholas said, "Because it solves both our problems," in a level tone. His posture was as rigid as the tone of his words, and he remained seated. "You must have enough money to keep your art center op
"Miss Hart, carefully read it. I don't want you to subsequently claim ignorance.As he moved the heavy contract across the desk, Nicholas spoke in a cool, collected tone. It was heavier than paper should have been as if the weight of my future were contained in the ink that bound its words.I snatched it up and skimmed the exact words that described the conditions of this strange arrangement. A marriage of one year. Restrictions on appearances in public. Clauses of confidentiality. Monetary arrangements that would keep the art center afloat for many years to come. The chilling fact that I was going to trade my freedom was buried deep behind the clinical legalese.I murmured, "This is... detailed," with a little tremble in my voice."Of course," said Nicholas, reclining in his seat. "Success depends on the details. Do you find the terms satisfactory?”Are you happy? No. Captured? Totally."I need one thing added," I murmured, trying to keep my voice steady.A tiny glimmer of astonishme
Chandeliers shone throughout the ballroom, illuminating an ocean of immaculately attired guests with golden light. The aroma of champagne and roses filled the air, and the murmur of courteous conversation was broken up by sporadic laughter. The entire room exuded luxury, and I felt like an unexpected guest at the wrong party.My satin gown's magnificence didn't conceal the pain that was scuttling beneath my skin as I adjusted the strap. A few feet away, encircled by a group of admirers, stood my new spouse. Since our arrival, I have hardly heard fromNicholas Scott, the man whom everyone in this room appeared to respect.One of the voices by my side purred, "You look stunning, darling,"An older woman with a smile that stopped short of her eyes caught my attention. She evaluated me with carefully veiled contempt while her diamond necklace glistened."Thank you," I said, maintaining a calm tone.She went on, "You must be thrilled." Nicholas is really attractive. However, I have to admi
"I don't require assistance unpacking." The maid hovered close to the boxes stacked just inside the penthouse door, and I could scarcely maintain a pleasant tone."Mrs. Scott," she replied in a submissive tone, "Mr. Scott demanded that I help—" "I'm capable of handling it," I smirked tightly as I turned away from her and moved farther into the expansive area that seemed to be mine now.The penthouse was incredible. A limitless city skyline, glistening in the late afternoon sun, was framed by floor-to-ceiling windows. Everything was immaculate to sterility, with smooth surfaces and modern furnishings shining. I couldn't eliminate the feeling that I was an invader, and it felt more like an exclusive hotel than a house.I turned as a quiet cough came from behind me. Nicholas Scott stood in the doorway, his gaze impassive, his dark suit as crisp as ever. As if nothing could touch him, he studied the situation with the same air of detachment he always carried.With a clipped voice, he inq
"Is this what married life is supposed to feel like?" I whispered, my voice drowned out by the penthouse's eerie quiet. It was morning, and sunshine poured like liquid gold across the marble flooring from the enormous glass windows. I sat on one of the kitchen chairs and put my hands around a steaming mug of coffee. The mansion-sized penthouse was so large, immaculate, and completely dead that it could have passed for a museum.Nicholas Scott curated this void. Even when he wasn't around, his presence persisted. In this huge, soulless room, the gentle tap of my fingertips against the porcelain mug seemed like a scream. He's most likely going to some Scheming global dominance in a boardroom.Though it was close to the truth, the notion should have been sardonic. Nicholas has been a ghost for the last week. Always immaculately dressed, his visage an unreadable mask, his suit wrinkle-free, he arrived home late.If he did recognize me, it was to say something like, "Good morning," or "
Tonight, Nicholas was not the strong CEO or the man battling the ghosts of his past; tonight, he was just a man—one who had lived, lost, and fought his way back. He sat in his study, the gentle glow of the fireplace creating flickering shadows throughout the room, a glass of unopened whiskey resting on the mahogany desk next to an open leather-bound journal, the faint scent of aged parchment mingled with the faint aroma of the cedar wood logs burning nearby.He took a deep breath and started writing after dipping his pen into the inkwell and letting it hover over the page for a while:"To Cassie, our future, and our kids.I used to believe that power was everything. I developed enemies, fought to the top, and lost myself in conflicts I thought were necessary. But I almost lost my soul in the quest for a kingdom. And then I discovered you when I believed I had nothing left but shadows."He wrote of his early years, his father's oppressive expectations, and the hunger that had made him
That afternoon was tranquil at the Scott estate, a rare respite from the hectic schedule of foundation events, business meetings, and crisis management that had become Nicholas and Cassie's daily routine. The vast field in which the kids, Ethan and Emma, played was covered in lengthy shadows as the gardens were illuminated by the golden light of the setting sun. Their genuine, unadulterated laughter echoed through the atmosphere.They grew up so quickly, and Cassie watched them sitting on the patio with a warm cup of tea. A grin crossed her lips, but underneath it, a gentle twinge of nostalgia took hold of her chest.She was accompanied by Nicholas, who brought two glasses of wine, gave her one, and sank into the chair next to hers.He said, "You're thinking too hard.""Am I really that obvious?" Cassie grinned."Tell me," he said, reaching for her hand and putting his fingers through it.She sighed softly and said, "How much they've grown is unbelievable. It seems they were only lear
A thousand crystal chandeliers cast a golden glow over the Metropolitan Grand Hotel's ballroom. A live orchestra played a delicate, exquisite song, white roses poured from tall centerpieces, and the guests, all dressed to the nines, mingled over champagne and hushed chats. Every aspect of the evening had been carefully arranged.With her palm resting on the railing, Cassie stood close to the grand staircase, taking in the view. The Initiative's Grand Gala, a night to honor the impact their work has had on the world, was the culmination of months of ceaseless work, unrelenting struggles, and unyielding resolve."You succeeded."Nicholas approached her from behind, his voice warm on her ear.For a moment, Cassie's breath caught as she turned to face him. She was still left speechless by Nicholas Scott, even after all this time. The flickering candlelight softened his sharp features, but his dark blue eyes did not lose their fierceness. His black tuxedo was well-tailored.She smiled up a
The moment Nicholas had been waiting for arrived in the shape of a breaking news alert flashing across his screen."Breaking News: Horizon Global Faces Collapse Amidst Financial Scandal."The news anchor's voice echoed through his office."After a federal probe into financial malfeasance, Horizon Global CEO Robert Langley resigned. The once-dominant behemoth is on the verge of collapse after its shares fell by approximately sixty percent in the last twenty-four hours. According to sources, whistleblower reports and internal leaks were essential in revealing fraudulent activity connected to accounts offshore and unlawful lobbying attempts”.Nicholas sat back in his chair, a deep breath departing his lips.It was over.Months of struggle, sabotage, and corporate warfare had led to this point. Horizon Global, the firm that had done all in its power to ruin his proposal, was finally collapsing under its own corruption.A harsh knock on the door shook him from his thoughts. Richard, his he
Nicholas waited with his hands clenched in the darkened hotel suite. The thick, almost suffocating air inside had little to do with the room's opulence. It was the waiting. The moment he had been waiting too long for.The communication had come from him. This is a straightforward request.We must speak. In person. No more games.And now, as the seconds stretched into minutes, he felt the consequences of his choice. In a last-ditch effort to dominate Nicholas's life, his father, who had tortured him for years, threatened him, misled him, and now sided with Horizon Global.No more.Nicholas was going to end it tonight.A jarring tap on the door.Nicholas let out a breath and walked confidently. Charles Scott was standing there when he opened it.There had been little change in his father. The same cold, evaluating eyes, the same calculated arrogance. The only things that had changed were the faint traces of age and the faint sense of despair that clung to him like a second skin."Nichol
Gazing at the proposal before her, Cassie sat at her desk. The potential impact was evident, and the figures were astounding. Expanding the program into this new market would reach thousands more people and provide opportunities to others without them. However, it was also a risk—a contentious decision that might backfire and jeopardize everything she had worked so hard to achieve.She looked at the framed picture next to her laptop, which showed her, the twins, and Nicholas in utter happiness. They had gone through so much and come so far. These days, she made decisions for herself and them, their future, and the innumerable individuals who relied on her employment.A gentle knock on the door startled her from her reverie. "Come in," she beckoned.Lily, her assistant, entered with a deliberately neutral expression. "The board is waiting, Cassie. Are you prepared?”Cassie took a deep breath and braced herself. "Yes. Let's get this done.”A dozen eyes turned to her as she walked into t
In the softly lit area of his private study, Nicholas's face was illuminated by the brightness of his laptop screen. Tension permeated the air as his mind, like a machine, processed all the data before him. For weeks, his team had been searching for a weakness in the defenses of the competing business.He had finally located it tonight.Horizon Global, the competing business, had been attacking him, Cassie, and all they had constructed nonstop. However, they had erred in their pride.Leaning forward, Nicholas looked over the private documents his hacker contact had recovered. He went through internal memos, emails, and financial transactions until he came across a file that completely stopped him cold.A scam. An offshore account that is hidden. The laundering of money under the pretense of "philanthropic donations."His pulse was furious but steady as he exhaled softly.You got it.Reaching for his phone, Nicholas entered a secure number. A voice responded in a matter of seconds."Mr
The sunlight pouring in on the floor-to-ceiling windows gave the art studio a golden glow as Cassie walked in. The soft scent of acrylic paint and the comforting feel of fresh paper permeated the room.However, the two tiny figures in the middle of the room really captured her interest.Sitting cross-legged on the floor, Emma and Ethan were engrossed in their worlds. With a charcoal stick in his hand, Ethan drew frantically on the enormous piece of paper before him, his tiny fingers covered in black dust. When he was focused, he was a little replica of Nicholas, his brow wrinkled in intense concentration and his small mouth set in a determined line.Conversely, Emma moved with natural grace, her paintbrush moving quickly across the canvas. Emma's painting was entirely colored, with hot oranges and brilliant blues melting into something Cassie couldn't yet identify, in contrast to her brother's dramatic shading and crisp lines.As Cassie watched them, her heart grew. She had never anti
The headlines in the morning were harsh."Nicholas Scott: Billionaire or Business Bully?""Scott Enterprises Exposed—Shady Dealings Behind the Empire?""Cassie Scott's Husband: A Philanthropist or a Fraud?"Cassie's gut twisted as she gazed at the news report on her phone. The campaign of smears had started.Nicholas sat beside her in their home office, reading the same reports impassively. She knew his habit of tapping lightly against the wood desk as a form of controlled frustration.Even though she already knew, she said quietly, "How bad is it?"With a sigh, Nicholas tossed his phone on the table. "They're digging up everything they can. Old business deals, contracts, partnerships—twisting them to make me look corrupt."In her throat, Cassie swallowed the lump. "It's all lies.""Mostly," he remarked while massaging his face. "But that's not the problem. The problem is that perception is often stronger than the truth."She recognized his correctness. Blackwood Global, the competito