Emma sat in the plush armchair by the window, a glass of wine cradled in her hand as she stared out at the city skyline. The Montgomery estate was eerily quiet, save for the faint hum of traffic in the distance. She had spent the day drowning herself in paperwork, trying to ignore the growing tension between her and James. Tonight, she resolved, she would give herself peace.
A soft knock on the door disrupted her thoughts. She didn’t bother turning. “Come in,” she said, her tone devoid of warmth.James entered hesitantly, his usual confidence replaced with a vulnerability she hadn’t seen before. He closed the door behind him and took a deep breath.“Emma,” he began softly, his voice almost pleading.She didn’t respond immediately, swirling the wine in her glass. “If this is another attempt to lecture me, James, I suggest you save your breath.”He moved closer, his hands shoved into his pockets as if tryinChapter OneThe fancy ballroom at the Metropolitan Hotel was super luxurious, with sparkly chandeliers and gold decorations everywhere. It was the place for rich, important people in New York City to see and be seen. Emma Montgomery walked in on her father's arm, smiling fakely even though she didn't want to be there.Emma hated these stuck-up high society parties. She couldn't stand having small talk with snobby social climbers while also trying to get potential investors interested in her family's real estate company, Montgomery Corporation. At twenty-five years old, Emma's life path was already set - she was the heir who had to take over the multi-billion dollar business from her father one day, whether she liked it or not.As always, the ballroom was jam-packed with people dressed up in fancy tuxedos. The air smelled strongly of expensive perfumes, cigar smoke, and desperation from people trying to climb the social ladder. Emma's father was immediately whisked away by a group of r
Chapter 2"Emma, my dear, I trust you haven't forgotten about our...arrangement?"Emma looked up from her desk with a scowl as her father strode into her office at Montgomery Corporation. Before she could respond, he continued."I'm glad to see you've turned around so quickly regarding the marriage to James Reynolds." His expression was smug.Emma's brow furrowed in confusion. "Turned around? What are you talking about?"Robert chuckled. "Why, your passionate kiss with the man at the party, of course. I saw the whole sordid thing with my own eyes."Emma felt her face flame with embarrassment as the memory of that heated lip lock came rushing back. "That...that was a mistake. A moment of pique, nothing more.""A mistake?" Her father's eyes narrowed dangerously. "How dare you play with our family's reputation like that! I will not have my heir behaving like some salacious floozy."Emma recoiled, stung by the venom in his tone. She opened her mouth to defend herself, but Robert barrelled
Chapter 3"Dinner?" James's voice rang with incredulity as he strode into the study. "With Emma Montgomery? The spoiled little princess who dared to kiss me at that society event?"Senator Reynolds looked up from his desk, his expression softening as he regarded his son. He set down his pen and gestured for James to take a seat across from him."I know this situation seems sudden and unconventional," he said, his tone level and unhurried. "But I truly believe it could be an incredible opportunity for you, son. Especially after witnessing the obvious chemistry between you two."James shook his head adamantly as he dropped into the chair, recalling the scorching, bruising kiss Emma had laid on him seemingly out of nowhere."Chemistry? She kissed me like that solely to get revenge on her cheating ex-boyfriend who showed up with his fling. It was a twisted game to humiliate the poor bastard, nothing more."His father arched one skeptical brow. "Are you quite certain about that? Because fr
CHAPTER 4A soft knock sounded at the door. Emma smoothed her hands down the elegant ivory wool coat she wore and took a deep, calming breath before answering. Here we go, she thought, feeling a mix of nerves and determination settling in her stomach.When she pulled open the door, James Reynolds stood on the other side, a stormy scowl etched onto his handsome features. His brown hair stuck up in messy tufts, his tie hung crookedly, and his suit looked rumpled like he'd thrown it on in a hurry against his will. Which, Emma reminded herself with an inward sigh, he likely had - especially after the explosive way they'd first met at that society event."You're late," she said evenly, keeping her voice polite and friendly despite his disheveled, sour-faced appearance. No need to let his foul mood rub off on her mood, not after the way he'd coldly dismissed her when she tried introducing herself weeks ago.James's glare deepened at her words, his thick brows pulling together as his eyes lo
Chapter 5The double oak doors burst open with a loud boom, startling James from the report on his desk. Sarah stormed into his private office, eyes blazing with fury, her chest heaving beneath her thin blouse."Sarah?" He stood up abruptly, shocked and remorseful. "What are you doing here?""Don't play dumb with me!" she spat, throwing a crumpled newspaper at his head.James jerked back just in time as the projectile sailed past, scattering papers. The bold headline screamed at him: DYNASTIES MERGE: REYNOLDS HEIR TO WED MONTGOMERY PRINCESS.Ice flooded his veins as he met Sarah's devastated glare. "How...how did you find out?""How did I find out?" She let out a biting laugh that cut him deeply. "You mean aside from the press release announcing to the world that my beloved fiancé is getting himself to another woman? The woman he swore to love and cherish until death?"Her laugh turned into a strangled, anguished sound as betraying tears spilled down her cheeks. "Damn you, James! Damn
Emma stood frozen before the full-length mirror, her reflection staring back at her with apprehensive eyes. She twisted the glittering diamond adorning her slender finger, watching the facets catch the soft light and cast brilliant refractions across the room. This ring, a dazzling symbol of promise and forever, should have filled her with elation. Yet turmoil swirled like a tempest within her.Was she truly ready to take this monumental step? To surrender her autonomy and bind herself eternally to a virtual stranger? Her palms grew clammy as doubt took root, blossoming like an insidious vine slowly strangling all the effusive hopes she'd once harbored for a love transcendent.Everything just happened like a dream, James doesn’t regard her as her wife, they are just forced into this marriage for financial gain, will she ever be happy in this sham marriage she said to herself as her thumb unconsciously traced her delicate necklace as fragments of a cherished memory drifted through her
The private dining room at the Reynolds estate was adorned with crisp white linens and gleaming silverware, setting the stage for a celebratory family dinner. Emma smoothed the folds of her emerald green dress nervously as she took her seat beside James."Doesn't my little girl look radiant this evening?" Her father Donald Montgomery winked at her before turning to James. "You're one lucky young man."James barely glanced up from his phone, nodding distractedly. "Yes, quite fortunate."Senator Reynolds cleared his throat loudly. "James! Put that damn phone away and join us properly. This dinner is meant to be a joyous occasion for God's sake."Sheepishly pocketing his phone, James offered a tight smile. "You're right, Father. My apologies...I'm just preoccupied with all the wedding preparations."His mother Brenda patted his hand consolingly. "Planning such a big event with all your other responsibilities must be overwhelming, dear. But tonight is about family, not flowers and guest l
Emma was sitting at her desk, trying and failing to focus on the financial reports in front of her.There was a knock at her office door. "Come in," she called out irritably.The door opened and Mark sauntered in, shutting it behind him with a self-assured click. "Hello, Emma."Emma felt her blood pressure spike instantly at the sight of him. She shot up from her chair, sending it clattering to the floor. How dare he come to her office!"You...what are you doing here?" she spat out through gritted teeth, fists clenched at her sides.Mark gave her that insufferable charming smile that used to make her knees weak. "Now, now. Is that any way to greet an old friend?""We were never friends!" Emma raged, storming around the desk until they were face to face, close enough for her to smell his spicy cologne. It was the same scent that used to linger on his shirts when she'd bury her face in them after making love. She ruthlessly shoved that traitorous thought aside, focusing on the white-ho
Emma sat in the plush armchair by the window, a glass of wine cradled in her hand as she stared out at the city skyline. The Montgomery estate was eerily quiet, save for the faint hum of traffic in the distance. She had spent the day drowning herself in paperwork, trying to ignore the growing tension between her and James. Tonight, she resolved, she would give herself peace.A soft knock on the door disrupted her thoughts. She didn’t bother turning. “Come in,” she said, her tone devoid of warmth.James entered hesitantly, his usual confidence replaced with a vulnerability she hadn’t seen before. He closed the door behind him and took a deep breath.“Emma,” he began softly, his voice almost pleading.She didn’t respond immediately, swirling the wine in her glass. “If this is another attempt to lecture me, James, I suggest you save your breath.”He moved closer, his hands shoved into his pockets as if tryin
Emma sat in her sleek office, her pen tapping rhythmically against the surface of her desk. The glow of her laptop illuminated her face as she reviewed the latest financial reports. A knock on the door interrupted her focus."Come in," she said without looking up, her tone clipped.James stormed in, his face a mixture of frustration and urgency. He didn’t wait for an invitation to sit down. Instead, he slammed the door shut and stood in front of her desk."Emma," he began, his voice sharp, "I just got off the phone with Senator Donald’s campaign team. They’re saying the funds promised to them have been rescinded. Care to explain?"Emma looked up, her expression calm, almost indifferent. "I withdrew the funds."James blinked, stunned. "You what?""I withdrew the funds," she repeated, leaning back in her chair. Her voice was steady, but there was a glint of defiance in her eyes. "That agreement was my father’s, not mine. I see no r
The phone on James’s desk buzzed with a ferocity that matched his frayed nerves. He glanced at the screen, knowing full well who it was. Senator Donald.He let it ring twice before picking up. “Dad,” he said, his voice a mix of frustration and resignation.“Don’t you ‘Dad’ me,” Senator Donald’s voice boomed through the speaker. “What the hell is going on over there? Do you have any idea the position you’re putting this family in?”James pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m handling it.”“Handling it?” Donald’s tone dripped with disbelief. “Handling it? From where I’m sitting, it looks like you’re letting everything spiral out of control. A divorce, James? Do you understand what that word even means for people like us?”James sighed, leaning back in his chair. “I’m not letting anything happen. Emma’s the one who’s making this impossible. She—”Donald cut him off. “I don’t care what Emma’s doing. Your job is to keep her in line. That’s why we agreed to this arrangement in the first place
James slumped into the leather chair in Sarah’s dimly lit apartment, the scent of her lavender candles mingling with the faint aroma of her perfume. He loosened his tie, his face a mix of frustration and exhaustion.Sarah appeared in the doorway, wearing a silk robe that barely reached her knees. She held a glass of red wine in one hand, her expression amused. “Well, well, look who decided to show up,” she teased, setting the wine glass down on the coffee table.“Don’t start,” James muttered, rubbing his temples.Sarah tilted her head, her dark curls cascading over her shoulder. “Someone’s in a mood. What’s wrong? Did wifey give you the cold shoulder again?”James shot her a glare. “This isn’t a joke, Sarah. My life is falling apart.”She raised an eyebrow and settled onto the couch beside him, tucking her legs under her. “Alright, Mr. Doom and Gloom, spill it. What’s got you so worked up?”He sighed deeply, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. “Emma’s pushing for a divorce. S
Emma stepped into the company’s executive lounge, her laughter ringing softly in the air as she spoke to Mark. His easy charm and quick wit made for a refreshing change in her otherwise tense days at Montgomery Corporation. They had been poring over a project proposal, but their conversation had veered into lighthearted banter, drawing amused smiles from passing employees.James walked in just in time to see Emma rest her hand briefly on Mark’s shoulder as they shared a laugh. His brows furrowed, a sharp pang of jealousy striking him unexpectedly. He hadn’t anticipated this reaction, but the sight of Emma smiling so freely with another man churned an uncomfortable knot in his chest.Clearing his throat loudly, James stepped further into the lounge. “Emma, a word,” he said curtly, his tone leaving no room for argument.Emma turned, her expression shifting from amusement to mild annoyance. “James, can’t you see I’m in the middle of something?”Mark, sensing the shift in energy, stood. “
The air in the upscale bar was thick with the murmur of voices, clinking glasses, and low music that pulsed through the walls. It was a usual Thursday night, the kind of night where the world seemed to slow down, and people came to unwind, to forget. Emma Reynolds was no different. She slipped into the corner booth, her back against the plush leather, eyes scanning the room. She wasn’t looking for anyone in particular, but her mind had been elsewhere all week.Tonight, she was escaping.A soft chuckle broke her thoughts. She looked up to find Mark standing there, his eyes glinting with recognition and something more—a spark of mischief that she hadn’t seen in years. She couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at her lips. Time had done its thing, but Mark still carried that same magnetic presence.“Emma,” Mark said, his voice warm with familiarity, though it was tinged with something else. “I didn’t think you&rsq
The boardroom was tense, a palpable energy hanging over the mahogany table as the Montgomery Corporation's key figures settled into their seats. Emma Montgomery, composed but visibly on edge, took her usual place, aware of the notable absence of her father’s familiar presence. Only weeks had passed since his death, and yet here she was, leading a meeting to determine the company's future—a legacy he had meticulously built, now hers to steward.At the far end of the table, James Montgomery leaned back, his expression unreadable, masking the mix of ambition and uncertainty simmering beneath. He had spent the past days positioning himself strategically, subtly rallying the senior board members to his side, hinting at a vision for the company under his leadership. But he knew that with Donald Montgomery's majority stake in Emma’s hands, her endorsement would ultimately determine his path to the chairmanship, no matter the board's leanings.Emma looked up as t
James paced in front of the family’s sprawling fireplace, the flames casting his shadow high against the walls. He couldn’t believe what his sister had just announced over dinner, her words still echoing in his mind.“You’re marrying… him?” he had blurted out as soon as the words had left her lips.Across the room, Rachel stood with her fiancé, a man James instantly decided was not suitable. He wore a modest suit that looked like it had been hastily pressed for the occasion, and he was awkward, quiet, and entirely out of place in their family’s opulent home.Rachel raised her chin defiantly. “Yes, James. This is Dan. And he’s… everything I want.”James barely managed to hide his scoff. He glanced at their mother, who was watching the scene with wary eyes, as if afraid to interfere. Senator Reynolds sat in silence, observing, his lips pressed in a hard line. It was clear he expected
The days after Donald’s death blurred together in a haze of paperwork and the endless hum of doctors and nurses passing by. Emma’s voice grew hoarse from answering questions, signing forms, speaking with strangers who knew nothing of her father beyond the sterile medical terms. When she finally stepped out of the hospital into the biting, predawn cold, the reality of it all hit her. He was gone.In the dim parking lot, James waited by his car, hands buried in his pockets, looking uncomfortable and out of place. He straightened when she appeared, his gaze locked on her as she walked by without a word.“Emma, wait,” he called, his tone tentative, almost pleading.She stopped but didn’t turn around. Her shoulders were taut, her entire frame brittle. “What do you want, James?”He hesitated, then spoke softly. “I thought… maybe I could drive you home.”Emma let out a harsh laugh, devoid