Michelle barely had time to process Mr. Grant’s warning before another problem landed right in front of her. As she stepped out of the boardroom, fuming, a strong hand gripped her arm and turned her to face him. "Not here," Alex muttered under his breath, his grip tightening. "Let’s talk somewhere else, he said.. looking around." Michelle yanked her arm free and shot him a glare. "We have nothing to talk about Alex." And don't you dare lay your filthy hands on me again. Alex smirked. "Oh, but we do. Unless you want me to remind you of what I know?" A sharp chill ran down her spine, but she kept her face straight, not showing any expression.. He was bluffing. He had to be. Still, she followed him down the hallway and into an empty conference room. The moment the door closed, she crossed her arms. "Get to the point, Alex. I have more important things to deal with than your games." Alex’s smirk deepened. "That’s exactly why we need to talk. You’re running out of time, Michelle."
Michelle gripped her phone tightly as Chloe’s urgent voice came through the line. "Michelle, we have a huge problem." Michelle’s stomach knotted. "Tell me everything." "I found proof, Michelle," Chloe said, her voice rapid and slightly breathless. "Alex has been making unauthorized transactions—money being funneled through offshore accounts, and your name is on one of the documents." Michelle’s breath hitched. "He’s setting me up for fraud?" "Exactly. And it’s worse than that," Chloe continued. "His connection to Eleanor? It’s not just business. I don’t know what it is yet, but there’s something deeper." Michelle closed her eyes briefly, anger bubbling beneath her composure. "I should have known they were up to something. Eleanor and Isabelle have been too smug lately. They think they’ve already won." "They haven’t," Chloe said firmly. "But you need to be very careful, Michelle. This isn’t just about your position anymore—it’s about your entire future." Your life. Before Michel
Michelle’s grip tightened around her phone as she reread Chloe’s message. "Miranda and Calvin? Meeting in secret?" Her mind raced with possibilities. Calvin had always been Raymond’s rival, lurking in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to strike, he had always wanted to be above Raymond, be more powerful. If he was meeting with Miranda, it could only mean one thing—he had a stake in whatever scheme was unfolding. But why? What did he stand to gain this time? If Eleanor wanted to take over , what role would Calvin play? Before she could dwell on it further, a new message popped up. "Be careful. I think Calvin is involved in the fraud." Michelle exhaled sharply. Eleanor’s influence stretched further than she thought, and now Calvin was in the mix. This was getting more complicated by the second. She needed more information. And she needed it fast. Just as she was about to reply, another message from Chloe appeared. "Meet me tomorrow. I have something you need to see." Mic
Michelle couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off about Chloe. At first, she had been grateful for her help, but now… there were too many coincidences. Too many times Chloe showed up exactly when Michelle needed her, too many times she seemed to know things before Michelle even said a word. And then there were the phone calls. Chloe was always slipping away, lowering her voice, speaking in hushed tones. She would glance over her shoulder, watching if someone was listening to her call. She had been on guard these days. Michelle had tried not to overthink it. Chloe had proven herself trustworthy so far. But tonight, she decided to pay closer attention. Just as she suspected, Chloe excused herself from their conversation when she got another call, stepping out onto the balcony. Michelle quietly followed her, curiosity got the best of her..she wanted to know what Chloe was up to . Through the slightly open glass door, she heard Chloe’s urgent whisper. "I told you, I’m hand
Michelle’s heart pounded as she stared up at Alex’s annoying smiling face. His grip on her wrist was firm but not painful—yet there was an unmistakable warning in his eyes. "Going somewhere?" he whispered. Michelle swallowed hard, forcing herself to stay calm. "Let me go, Alex." He chuckled, but there was no humor in it. "You never learn, do you?" Did you suddenly become a spy? Peeping and recording a meeting you're not supposed to know about. Glancing over his shoulder, Alex checked to make sure no one else had noticed them. Then, lowering his voice, he leaned in. "I don’t know what game you think you’re playing, Michelle," he murmured, "but you're way over your head." Michelle refused to look away. "I’m not afraid of you." "You should be." There was something almost amused in his tone, as if he enjoyed this. "You keep meddling," Alex continued, "and sooner or later, you’re going to get hurt." Whatever it is you're doing, stop it now or you'll regret it. Michelle clenched h
Raymond’s grip on his phone tightened. “Speak.” Felix’s voice was steady, but there was an edge to it. “Eleanor has been shifting money through multiple shell companies, hiding transactions, making them disappear before anyone can trace them back to her.” Raymond wasn’t surprised. Eleanor had always been cunning. But Felix’s next words made his blood run cold. “One of those transactions leads back to Michelle.” Silence. Raymond sat up straighter. “Explain.” Felix hesitated. “It’s not directly under her name, but an old foundation her family was involved in. There was a large deposit made years ago—money that was later funneled into a different account. And that account… is tied to Eleanor.” Raymond’s jaw clenched. Michelle had nothing to do with her family’s past dealings, but if Eleanor had a way to link her to something shady, she wouldn’t hesitate to use it. And she wouldn’t just sit back and do nothing. Eleanor was going to strike. The only question was—when and how? Mich
Raymond’s gaze darkened as he read through the file Felix had just sent him. Michelle’s name wasn’t just loosely tied to the transaction—it was embedded in it. Like she was a part of it. The foundation linked to her family had received a large amount of money years ago, but that wasn’t the real problem. The troubling part was where the money had gone afterward. The funds had been redirected to multiple shell companies—some of which had been exposed in financial fraud cases in the past. One name in particular stood out. Alex Westwood Raymond’s fingers tightened around his phone. Michelle’s family had business ties with Alex her ex-boyfriend? His mind raced. Was this a coincidence, or had Michelle known these all along? Had she been playing him? He hated the flicker of doubt creeping into his mind, but he couldn’t ignore the implications. The evidence was too real to doubt. His Michelle—the woman who had risked herself to uncover Eleanor’s schemes and exposed her—was somehow
Raymond had always been a man who trusted his instincts. And right now? His instincts were at war with each other. He paced his office, his mind replaying the details of the file Felix had sent. Michelle’s family had business ties with Alex. The transactions were there in black and white. But was it really proof of Michelle’s involvement? Or was she just another pawn in whatever game that was being played? He pondered over it for a long time but couldn’t figure it out. His grip tightened around the glass in his hand. Damn it. Just a few days ago, he wouldn’t have doubted Michelle for a second. Now, with Miranda’s words whispering in the back of his mind, with the evidence staring him in the face, uncertainty gnawed at him. He was confused and didn't know how to react. He had never been afraid of the truth. But for the first time, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to know it. Because if Michelle had betrayed him… he wasn’t sure what he’d do. Michelle felt the shift between them before s
The following morning, Michelle sat in a plain, white hospital room, holding tightly to Raymond's hand. The world outside felt distant and quiet. She focused on the small screen in front of her, where the doctor prepared to confirm something she sensed deep down. You're about seven weeks pregnant, the doctor said softly yet clearly. The ultrasound shows a healthy pregnancy, and everything looks good.Michelle's heart raced with mixed emotions: excitement, joy, and a touch of disbelief. She had suspected she was pregnant, but hearing it made everything real. She was going to have another child. Beside her, Raymond smiled gently at the screen, brushing his fingers against hers to show his support. She turned to him, her eyes sparkling with happiness despite some lingering nerves. We're having another baby, she whispered, her voice barely audible. Raymond's eyes softened, and he leaned in to kiss her forehead. I know. And I couldn't be happier.A small laugh escaped her, feeling the weig
Months passed by as Michelle and Raymond adapted to their new life, where they juggled their jobs, raised their twins, and nurtured their relationship. The hectic early years of their marriage had mellowed into a steady routine. However, each day was full of fresh surprises and happy moments. Their twins, Oliver and Olivia, were nearly two years old and filled their home with the fun chaos young children bring. There were spills, laughter, tantrums, and the constant patter of little feet. Amid the noise and mess, Michelle felt a deep sense of peace in her heart. They were a family, and she felt whole like never before.Raymond remained the calm anchor in their busy life. His steady strength balanced Michelle’s energetic nature. Whether it was a late-night feeding, a doctor’s visit, or simply holding her hand after a long day, Raymond was always by her side. They were true partners in every aspect of their lives, both personal and professional.One day, Michelle came home from a busy d
After Michelle's big career achievement, her life turned busy and exciting. Her firm started a major project, and she was deep into planning, meeting clients, and making design choices. Although it was demanding, it was a thrill, and she finally felt the joy of living her dream. The sense of accomplishment stayed with her as she and Raymond adapted to their busy routine. Every evening, when Michelle came home, Raymond’s presence was a comforting support. Their life together was like a dance—a mix of work, home life, laughter, and special moments. It wasn’t perfect, but in their quiet times, Michelle felt truly grateful. They stood on the brink of something amazing, both professionally and personally.One evening, after a tiring day of meetings, Michelle settled on the couch with Raymond. He was on his tablet, checking both work and news. When she joined him, he set the tablet aside and focused on her. How was your day? he asked, gently tucking her hair behind her ear. Michelle sighed,
In the weeks that followed, time seemed to fly by, each day feeling new and full of life. The sun hung longer in the sky, painting New York in its golden light and filling the air with possibilities. Michelle and Raymond found a comfortable routine: peaceful mornings with coffee on the balcony, evenings spent together, and weekends filled with laughter alongside friends and family. Days transformed from passing moments into cherished memories. After talking with her parents, Michelle experienced a significant change—she felt peaceful. The burden of their expectations and distant love was no longer on her shoulders. It felt like a heavy cloud had lifted, and the world appeared brighter and clearer. Every little success, every quiet moment with Raymond felt like a personal triumph. Raymond remained her constant support during this time. He understood her need for space to process her feelings but consistently showed he was there for her with a gentle touch or reassuring look. That eve
The morning sunlight streamed through the windows, gently waking Michelle. It cast a warm, golden glow over Raymond's arms, which were snugly wrapped around her. She lay still, cherishing the calm and rhythmic sound of his breathing. They had spent the previous night filled with laughter, dancing, and sharing dreams under the twinkling fairy lights. The events of last night felt almost surreal. Chloe had gotten engaged in a sparkling way, and the rooftop had been magical. Plus, Raymond had quietly shared his true feelings with her. A fresh chapter was waiting to begin for them. Turning softly, Michelle faced Raymond and noticed he was already awake, his blue eyes tender and full of love. "Morning," he said quietly, brushing her hair gently off her face. Morning, she replied with a sleepy voice. They shared a moment of silence, thinking about the serious conversation they had last night. Then, Raymond found her hand and entwined their fingers, his thumb softly moving over her knuckles
The weeks sped by, full of excitement, challenges, and important milestones. Michelle stood at the edge of a bustling construction site just outside central London. Her hard hat was under her arm as she took in the progress. The site buzzed with activity—cranes lifted steel beams, workers called out over the noise of machines, and scaffolding wrapped around the unfinished buildings like a growing web. Her heart filled with pride. This was not just any project—this was her firm’s first significant international endeavor. It was already catching eyes. A breeze played with her blazer as she walked along the site’s perimeter, with her British project manager, James, by her side. You’ve certainly made a splash, Mrs. Hawthorne James said, smiling and looking at his clipboard. There’s talk in the industry. Everyone's curious about the 'rising star from New York. Michelle chuckled, feeling both humble and energized. Well, let's give them something really exciting to talk about. James nodded
The morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows of Michelle's office, bathing the room in a warm glow. Michelle stood in the center of the open office space, feeling both nervous and excited, but her face showed calm confidence. Today was the start of something new—not only for the company, but for the team that would drive her growing business forward. Employees gathered one by one, their faces showing both eagerness and expectation Michelle had chosen individuals who were not only talented but also shared her passion and vision for the firm's future. She cleared her throat and smiled brightly. "First," she began, steadying her voice even as she felt nerves inside, I want to thank you all for believing in this dream. We're not just building structures; we're creating dreams, communities, and legacies. There was a murmur of agreement, and Michelle continued, gaining confidence with each word. She started assigning roles—project leads, creative directors, client liaisons, logis
The afternoon sun created long shadows in Michelle’s office. She sat at her desk, checking the last details of her company's new project. She thought about the busy days they'd just had, and as she looked out at the bustling city, she felt a surge of pride. It had been a long journey, but her company had finally reached the place she had always dreamed of. Raymond had just left after a brief but motivating meeting, and his words lingered in her mind. Michelle, he had said with real admiration, You’ve built something amazing. I am so proud of what you’ve achieved. But this is just the start. There’s a whole empire ahead of you. She was at a loss for words then. His praise was both humbling and thrilling. The way he looked at her made her feel like she was truly special. It wasn’t just about the company. It was about their partnership, shared dreams, and the life they were beginning to build together. From the start, Raymond had always been there for her, urging her to go beyond her ow
The morning sun shone brightly through the windows in Michelle's office, creating a gentle glow on the polished wooden floors. The city outside was busy and alive, but inside, it was calm, matching Michelle's peaceful energy. She was still thinking about the important decision she made yesterday. It felt heavy, but in a good way, as it brought her closer to the life she had always dreamt of. Raymond had just left after a quick meeting, and his words lingered in her mind. You’re amazing, Michelle, he said with genuine pride. I’m really proud of you. This partnership is only the beginning. You have the potential to create something incredible. His kind words provided comfort, like wrapping herself in a warm blanket. It had taken her a long time to arrive at this point, but now everything seemed to be falling into place. She no longer felt uncertain. Michelle had grown and changed, and she now moved forward with confidence. From the start, Raymond had always believed in her. He supporte