The limo slowed to a halt at the grand Montgomery estate, and James hastily exited without even considering holding the door for Emma. She sighed inwardly, gathering her gown delicately before stepping out, feeling a pang of disappointment at his lack of courtesy.
James marched ahead, his destination clear - the east wing guest rooms. Emma hurried to catch up, blocking his path with an outstretched arm.
"Where are you off to in such a hurry?" she demanded, her voice tinged with frustration.
James glanced at her with a mixture of irritation and disdain. "To find a room as far away from you as possible."
Emma jolted awake, heart pounding. The dream had been so vivid - Mark's hands roaming her body, his lips on her skin. She shuddered at the memory."What's wrong with you?" James' gruff voice made her jump. He glared at her from across the bed, eyes narrowed in the dim light. Emma felt heat rush to her cheeks."N-nothing. Just a dream, I will be fine," she stammered."it would have been better if you kept that in your dream but your moaning woke me up," James snapped. "Keep it down, will you? I need to sleep here."Emma wanted to sink through the mattress. Had she been moaning out loud? How utterly mortifying. Her cheeks burned."Sorry," she mumbled, staring at the sheets.James grunted and turned away, leaving Emma flustered and embarrassed. She'd only been dreaming of her ex-lover Mark. Was that so wrong? James acted like she'd committed a crime.As James' breathing slowed to a steady rhythm, Emma couldn't relax. Her body still tingled from the vivid dream, her skin feeling feverish
Emma blinked awake to the harsh blare of an alarm clock. Disoriented, she glanced around the familiar bedroom before the events of last night came rushing back. The fight with James. His cold rejection. Their bitter agreement to keep up the charade of a happy marriage. Steeling herself, Emma rose from the tangled sheets and quickly dressed, wanting to face the day head-on. She wouldn't cower in this room like a scolded child. As she emerged, the mouthwatering aroma of bacon and fresh coffee wafted through the hallway. Emma followed the scent towardthe sound ofclinking dishware and low voices conversing.
The shrill ringing of Emma's phone pierced the silence of her hotel room suite. She had been staring out the window, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the glittering diamond ring on her left hand. Asymbol of her new life, her new identity as Mrs. Reynolds. And yet, the ache in her heart refused to dissipate, leaving her adrift in a sea of uncertainty.With a trembling hand, she reached for the phone, her breath catchingin her throatas the caller ID flashed a name she had hopedto never see again: Mark."Hello?" She answered, her voice barel
James slammed the door behind him as he stormed out of the mansion. His heart was pounding witha potent mix ofrage, hurt, and something else he couldn't quite put his finger on. This was it - the moment he had been simultaneously dreading and craving. Thechance to finally cut ties with this sham of a marriage once and for all. Without a second thought, he whipped out his phone and stabbed at his father's contact, impatience fraying his nerves with every ring. "James? What's going on, son?" Senator Reynolds's gruff voice finally crackled over the line. "It's Em
Emma sipped her pina colada, staring out at the crystal blue waters of the Hawaiian beach. She should be overjoyed to be on her honeymoon in paradise with her new husband James. But a dark cloud hung over their supposed romantic getaway. "You've hardly said two words to me since we arrived," Emma said, breaking the tense silence between them.James looked up from the book he was pretending to read. "What would you like me to say? That I'm thrilled to be stuck in this sham of a marriage?""It doesn't have to be a sham if we actually try," Emma pleaded. "This was supposed to be our chance to start over, just the two of us."James laughed bitterly. "You mean the chance for you to trap me into this farce. I'm not that naive, Emma. I know the real reason you wanted to get married."She recoiled like she'd been slapped. "And what's that? A chance at actual happiness for once in my life?" "Don't give me that act. You only married me to merge our families' companies and wealth. Just like my
Chapter The Promise The Hawaiian sun was beating down as James and Sarah strolled hand-in-hand along the pristine white sand beach. After securing a private bungalow at an exclusive Maui resort, they quickly changed into their swimsuits to spend the day soaking up the sun and reveling in each other's company."This place is like a dream," Sarah sighed contentedly, gazing out over the azure waters of the Pacific. "I can't believe you could bring me here with you."James pulled her closer, planting a kiss on her sun-kissed shoulder. "Just you and me babe, no interruptions. I will do anything for you babe and I am willing to stand with you forever but with time you need to be hidden for now."“But it is not easy having you stay with another woman in the same room,” Sarah said.“Believe me when I say it is you and you alone, I want, and nothing can change that,” he stated.They found a secluded spot and spread out their towels. Sarah wasted no time in undoing the ties of her skimpy bikin
Emma scrolled through her phone, frowning at the endless string of texts from her husband James saying he was stuck in business meetings all weekend in the Hamptons. They were supposed to be on their honeymoon, but he claimed he had to work the whole time. She had a nagging suspicion he was lying. Just then, her phone pinged with a notification from Instagram. Emma's jaw dropped as she saw it was a scandalous photo of James in a passionate embrace with another woman on a Hamptons beach. The caption read: "FILTHY RICH MARRIED MAN CAUGHT CHEATING ON HONEYMOON WITH MISTRESS! SWIPE FOR ALL THE EXPLICIT PICS/VIDS!"More shocking images followed in the carousel post - James caressing the mystery woman intimately, kissing her hungrily, the two of them stumbling half-naked into the ocean waves. The video that came next left no doubt as to their activities. Emma felt physically ill as the horrible truth set in. Her new husband had been cheating on her...and these explosive photos and videos
The ornate conference room at Montgomery Corporation headquarters exuded an air of power and intimidation. Plush leather chairs surrounded an immense mahogany table, polished to a brilliant sheen. The walls were adorned with priceless works of art, a testament to the Montgomery family's wealth and influence.At the head of the table sat Donald Montgomery, a towering figure whose very presence commanded respect. His steely gaze fell upon Senator Reynolds, who fidgeted nervously in his seat. The two men were about to finalize the merger to secure the Reynolds family's political dynasty and financial future."Well, Senator," Montgomery began, his voice a low rumble. "It seems we have ironed out all the details of our agreement. Are you prepared to move forward?"Senator Reynolds nodded, his brow furrowed with determination. "Donald. This merger is crucial for both our families. With our resources combined, there's no limit to what we can achieve. This is the best thing that will happen t
Here’s a detailed and dialogue-rich chapter for your request: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, lea
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
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
The days following her father’s death were a blur of condolences, arrangements, and solitary hours. Emma locked herself away in her father’s estate, retreating to the quietest room, the one that overlooked the back garden. She’d sit for hours, watching the wind stir the leaves, her mind numb and her heart an echoing void. She avoided any interaction that might pierce her fragile cocoon of silence.James had tried reaching out in small ways. He’d knock on her door softly, leaving flowers or her favorite books at the threshold. One morning, he brought her coffee—black, with a touch of vanilla, just the way she liked it—but it sat untouched on the small table outside her door. Each attempt was met with a wall of indifference, a barrier she refused to lower.One evening, as a golden dusk settled over the estate, James finally gathered the courage to step inside her sanctuary. He opened the door cautiously, taking in the sight of Emma by the
James stood rigid as his father’s voice, laced with that ever-familiar tone of command, cut through the silence in the study. Senator Reynolds sat behind his massive oak desk, leaning forward with a glint in his eyes that made James uneasy. There was a controlled intensity there, like a fuse primed to ignite, and James knew that look all too well. This was more than business—this was desperation."James," the senator began, his voice dangerously calm, “I don’t think you quite understand the gravity of the situation.”James crossed his arms, masking his unease with a casual shrug. “I get it, Dad. You want the Montgomerys on our side. We’re going through this marriage, I’m keeping up appearances—”“It’s not just about appearances!” Senator Reynolds barked, cutting him off sharply. He exhaled, reigning in his temper, though his knuckles whitened as he gripped the edge of the desk. “It’s about securing the future of this family. Our name. Our legacy.”James let out a bitter laugh. “Legacy