The next morning, Sarah arrived at the office for the first time as Elliott’s personal secretary, expecting to at least have something to do. But as the hours dragged on, she found herself sitting idly in his office, doing absolutely nothing. She wasn’t given any work, no one directed her anywhere, and Elliott had barely acknowledged her presence since they arrived.She sighed, tapping her fingers on the desk impatiently. “Why am I even here?” she muttered under her breath.The only sound in the office was the soft ticking of the clock and the occasional flipping of pages as Elliott worked through some documents. Sarah was bored out of her mind. She had imagined that working in one of the most prestigious companies would be an exciting experience, but instead, she felt like a piece of furniture placed there for show.She glanced at Elliott, who remained focused on his work, showing no signs of including her in anything. Sarah frowned, frustration bubbling inside her.“This is ridiculo
Sarah stood in the corner of the room, alone again after Elysia left for the restroom. Her eyes scanned the crowd again, searching for Elliott. He was speaking with a group of men in suits, wine glass in hand, cool and unreadable. She waited, hoped he'd spare her a glance, a sign or anything.But he didn’t even look at her.The humiliation had settled like fire in her chest, burning hotter with each passing moment.She couldn’t take it anymore.She walked out of the banquet hall, her heels clicking against the marble floor, each step she took was fueled with anger. As she stepped into the cold night, the air felt sharp against her flushed cheeks.She glanced down the street, considering calling a cab. She could make her way back to the penthouse alone. She didn’t care what Elliott thought, that's if he even noticed she’d left.Just as she reached for her phone, the screech of tires ripped through the silence.Two black cars pulled up beside her, their tinted windows gleaming under the
Back at the banquet hall, the music played on, and laughter echoed across the grand chandelier-lit room but something felt off.Elysia returned from the restroom, adjusting her silver dress as she scanned the crowd. Her brows pinched together when she didn’t immediately spot Sarah. She weaved through the sea of guests, moving quickly, checking corners and the lounge near the bar.Still no sign of her.Her smile began to waver.She turned sharply and headed straight to her brother.“Brother,” she said, tugging at Elliot’s sleeve. “Have you seen Sarah?”Elliot turned to her, clearly distracted. “She was just here.”“Well, she’s not anymore,” Elysia said, her voice a little more urgent now. “I’ve checked the whole place.”A flicker of something unreadable passed through Elliot’s eyes. He set his drink down immediately.“Let’s go,” he said, already walking.Elysia followed closely, her heels clicking hurriedly behind him.They didn’t speak on the drive home, both hoping she’d be there.Th
The sharp crash of glass against marble shattered the silence. Deep red wine splattered across the pristine floor, seeping into the cracks like spilled blood.Sarah Winters stood frozen at the doorway, the taste of bile rising in her throat. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears, drowning out the sounds of the city beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows.James, the man she had spent six years loving, was in bed with her best friend. Chloe.Together.The scene was like something out of a twisted nightmare, one she couldn't wake up from. The silk sheets tangled around their bodies, Chloe’s hair spilling across the pillows, James’s bare torso exposed as he turned toward her, an unreadable expression on his face.Sarah’s breath came in short, sharp gasps, her fingers curling so tightly around the doorframe that her knuckles turned white.The air reeked of betrayal. For a moment, none of them spoke.Then Chloe, her best friend, her supposed sister in everything but blood let out a soft, lazy ch
The world outside moved on as if nothing had happened but for Sarah, time had shattered just like the wine glass she had dropped the night before.She sat in her small apartment, numb, as the city buzzed beyond her window. The betrayal still clawed at her chest, a relentless ache she couldn't shake. She had spent the night tossing and turning, replaying James’ cruel words over and over."You never matched my status.""Chloe does."Sarah’s fingers tightened around the coffee mug in her hands. She had given that man everything, her loyalty, her trust, her damn heart, only to be tossed aside like she was nothing.Her phone vibrated on the coffee table.Olivia Lee.Sarah let it ring. She wasn’t ready to face work, to pretend everything was fine. But Olivia wasn’t the type to let things slide. The phone buzzed again. A message this time.Olivia: "Are you seriously ignoring me? Where the hell are you?"Sarah exhaled sharply and typed back.Sarah: "Not in the mood today."The reply was almos
Elliot Remington’s office was a testament to wealth, power, and precision. Located on the top floor of Remington Enterprises, the suite was designed with modern elegance. Floor to ceiling window offered an uninterrupted view of the Manhattan skyline, casting golden light across the space as the sun dipped below the horizon.The room itself was massive, yet every inch was carefully organized. A custom made ebony desk, polished to perfection, sat at the center of the space. It was a symbol of authority. The deep leather chair behind it was tailored to his frame, commanding in its presence. To the side, a fully stocked bar gleamed under recessed lightning. It's glass shelves displaying only the finest selection of whiskey, scotch and wine Abstract art adorned the walls, each piece hand-selected to reflect power and sophistication. The dark marble flooring contrasted with the rich wood paneling, and an intricate chandelier hung overhead, a reminder that everything in this space was meant
Elliot Remington’s penthouse was a masterpiece of modern architecture, a seamless blend of sophisticated and luxury. Floor to ceiling windows provided a breathtaking view of the New York skyline, city lights flickering like stars In the night. The open concept living space was adorned with sleek, minimalist furniture, plush leather couches, a glass coffee table, and a marble fireplace that added a subtle warmth to the otherwise cool toned interior. Every detail, from the custom lighting fixtures to the curated art pieces on the walls, exuded power and refinement. Yet, despite its grandeur, it felt empty Elliot stepped into his penthouse, the weight of his father’s ultimatum still pressing heavily on his shoulders. The moment he shut the door behind him, he let out a slow exhale, rolling his neck to release the tension, The scent of freshly brewed tea hits his nose."I was wondering when you'd get home" Elliott’s fingers tightened. He turned, his expression unreadable, as he met the
The bar was buzzing with low chatter, the scent of whiskey and expensive cologne mixing in the air. Dim lights cast a golden hue over the polished countertop, reflecting the countless drinks people had drowned their sorrows in. It was the kind of place where people went to drown their sorrows, where the clinking of glasses mixed with occasional outburst of laughter or slurred confessions. Sarah slumped over the counter, swirling the amber liquid in her glass. Tonight, she wasn't the composed, graceful woman people knew her to be. Tonight, she was just a heartbroken mess. Her best friend, her fiance, together She let out a dry chuckle before throwing back her drink. Betrayal had never tasted so bitter. "Another," she murmured to the bartender, her words slightly slurred. The bartender sighed, eyeing the four empty glasses in front of her. "Miss, are you sure?"Sarah waved him off. "Oh please. Do I look like someone who makes good decisions? I wanna drink until I forget they exist
Back at the banquet hall, the music played on, and laughter echoed across the grand chandelier-lit room but something felt off.Elysia returned from the restroom, adjusting her silver dress as she scanned the crowd. Her brows pinched together when she didn’t immediately spot Sarah. She weaved through the sea of guests, moving quickly, checking corners and the lounge near the bar.Still no sign of her.Her smile began to waver.She turned sharply and headed straight to her brother.“Brother,” she said, tugging at Elliot’s sleeve. “Have you seen Sarah?”Elliot turned to her, clearly distracted. “She was just here.”“Well, she’s not anymore,” Elysia said, her voice a little more urgent now. “I’ve checked the whole place.”A flicker of something unreadable passed through Elliot’s eyes. He set his drink down immediately.“Let’s go,” he said, already walking.Elysia followed closely, her heels clicking hurriedly behind him.They didn’t speak on the drive home, both hoping she’d be there.Th
Sarah stood in the corner of the room, alone again after Elysia left for the restroom. Her eyes scanned the crowd again, searching for Elliott. He was speaking with a group of men in suits, wine glass in hand, cool and unreadable. She waited, hoped he'd spare her a glance, a sign or anything.But he didn’t even look at her.The humiliation had settled like fire in her chest, burning hotter with each passing moment.She couldn’t take it anymore.She walked out of the banquet hall, her heels clicking against the marble floor, each step she took was fueled with anger. As she stepped into the cold night, the air felt sharp against her flushed cheeks.She glanced down the street, considering calling a cab. She could make her way back to the penthouse alone. She didn’t care what Elliott thought, that's if he even noticed she’d left.Just as she reached for her phone, the screech of tires ripped through the silence.Two black cars pulled up beside her, their tinted windows gleaming under the
The next morning, Sarah arrived at the office for the first time as Elliott’s personal secretary, expecting to at least have something to do. But as the hours dragged on, she found herself sitting idly in his office, doing absolutely nothing. She wasn’t given any work, no one directed her anywhere, and Elliott had barely acknowledged her presence since they arrived.She sighed, tapping her fingers on the desk impatiently. “Why am I even here?” she muttered under her breath.The only sound in the office was the soft ticking of the clock and the occasional flipping of pages as Elliott worked through some documents. Sarah was bored out of her mind. She had imagined that working in one of the most prestigious companies would be an exciting experience, but instead, she felt like a piece of furniture placed there for show.She glanced at Elliott, who remained focused on his work, showing no signs of including her in anything. Sarah frowned, frustration bubbling inside her.“This is ridiculo
Elliott sat at his desk, flipping through documents with a sharp, calculating gaze. The floor-to-ceiling windows of his office showcased the towering skyline, but his focus remained unwavering. His assistant had informed him minutes ago that his mother was on her way up.When the heavy oak doors swung open, Vivian Remington walked in, her heels clicking against the polished floor. She exuded elegance, dressed in an emerald green suit, her hair neatly styled, but her expression was anything but composed. Her face was set in a deep frown, her sharp eyes locked onto her son the moment she entered.Without waiting for an invitation, she sat across from him, placing her handbag on the desk with a thud.“So, it’s true,” she began, her voice laced with irritation. “You really went through with this ridiculous marriage.”Elliott didn’t bother looking up. He flipped another page in his file before responding in his usual calm, detached tone. “It’s already been done. There’s no point in discuss
After the dramatic confrontation with James, Sarah felt suffocated by the weight of everything. the banquet hall with murmurs and watchful eyes felt constricting. She needed a moment alone. Spotting a waiter passing by, she gently stopped him.“Excuse me, where’s the bathroom?” she asked.The waiter pointed toward the hallway to her left. “Just down that corridor, Miss.”She nodded, muttering a soft thanks before making her way through the lavishly decorated hallway. The sound of clinking glasses and polite laughter faded as she distanced herself from the main event.Once inside the restroom, she leaned against the marble countertop, exhaling deeply.Her reflection stared back at her from the mirror her perfectly styled hair, flawless makeup, an elegant dress hugging her frame. To anyone else, she might have looked poised and composed, the image of a woman who belonged in a place like this.She had spent years loving a man who betrayed her, wasted time on a friendship that was nothing
Sarah and James’s eyes met, and in that instant, she saw panic flicker in his. He wasn’t expecting her. His face went pale, his expression twisting as if struggling to process what he was seeing. For a moment, he just stared, his body rigid, his mind clearly racing. Then, as if something snapped, his lips parted, and he barked her name.“Sarah.”His voice was sharp, filled with disbelief, cutting through the conversations around them.He took a step forward. “What the hell is going on?” he demandedSarah kept her expression calm, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. Instead, a smirk curled her lips, subtle but intentional.Sarah raised an eyebrow. “You’ll have to be more specific than that.”His jaw clenched, “Why are you here? Why are you with another man?” His eyes flickered to Elliott, but he didn’t hold his gaze for long. The weight of Elliott Remington’s presence was suffocating. Instead, James returned his attention to Sarah.“You’re my fiancée,” he said, voice
The night air was crisp as the luxury car glided to a stop in front of The Celestial Pavilion, an opulent five-star hotel renowned for hosting the most exclusive gatherings of high society. Lucas stepped out first and swiftly opened the door. The moment Elliott Remington emerged, the air seemed to shift. He was dressed in a tailored black tuxedo. His presence alone was enough to command attention. Then, Sarah stepped out.A collective hush fell over the waiting onlookers.She was breathtaking.Her navy blue evening gown hugged her frame perfectly, the off-shoulder design accentuated her collarbones, and the subtle slit on the side allowed graceful movement as she walked. Her long, chestnut-brown hair had been styled into soft waves, cascading down her back, while elegant diamond earrings sparkled against her skin. Her lips painted in a deep crimson, adding a bold contrast to her otherwise delicate features.Murmurs erupted as they made their way into the banquet hall."Who is she?"
During their journey to The Grand Royale Hotel, Sarah felt a growing sense of helplessness. Though Elliott had given her a job, she had no idea what her role truly entailed. She had followed him out without understanding her position.Unable to contain her curiosity any longer, she turned to him. “What exactly is my job, Elliott?”He spared her only a brief glance before answering, “Personal secretary. Salary: Fifty thousand dollars.”Sarah's breath hitched. Fifty thousand dollars?Her heart pounded as she processed the amount. She had worked at a major company before, but her salary had never come close to that figure.However, her excitement quickly faded. She knew the money wasn’t because of her skills or experience, it was because of Elliott. Once again, she was dependent on him.Elliott noticed her hesitation. His brows furrowed. “Not enough?”She immediately shook her head. “No, it’s enough.”Sarah exhaled, turning her gaze to the window as the car continued its journey.After
The sleek black car pulled up to Remington Global Enterprises, an impressive skyscraper with reflective glass windows that stretched high into the sky. The golden "RGE" logo was boldly displayed at the entrance, exuding wealth and power.Inside, the lobby was a masterpiece of modern design, marble floors, floor-to-ceiling windows. Employees in tailored suits moved briskly, the air filled with quiet efficiency.Sarah couldn’t help but feel a little overwhelmed.Elysia confidently led Sarah past the reception and straight to the executive floor on the third level, where Elliott’s private office was located.Lucas, Elliott’s assistant stood outside the office in a crisp black suit. "Hi, Lucas! I haven’t seen you in a while," Elysia greeted him warmly.Lucas gave a polite smile. "Miss Elysia, it’s good to see you." His gaze shifted to Sarah. "Mrs. Remington," he acknowledged with respectful formality.Sarah nodded in return, though she still wasn’t used to being addressed that way.As th