“Please, don’t marry him. I love you. How am I supposed to live without you?” Williams’s voice broke as he pleaded, desperation seeping into every word. Slowly, deliberately, Elodie slid the engagement ring off her finger. Without hesitation, she hurled it at him, the sharp metallic sound of it hitting the ground cutting through the air like a knife. “Get lost, Williams,” she spat, her tone icy. “I never want to see your face again.” Williams stared down at the ring, the very one he had chosen with so much love and care, now lying discarded like it meant nothing. Without another word, he turned and walked away, his steps heavy. He didn’t look back, and with every step he took, the distance between them felt insurmountable. As his figure disappeared from view, Elodie stood frozen, her body trembling. The tears she had been holding back finally spilled over, and she collapsed to her knees. The ring, still glinting faintly on the ground, caught her eye. With shaking hands, she reached for it and cradled it in her palm. Her sobs grew louder as she pressed the ring to her lips, her tears soaking into her skin. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice barely audible through the sobs. “I’m so sorry, Williams.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In the struggle for dominance, Elodie Richards unknowingly becomes a pawn— an object of a cruel joke that shattered her once blissful life. Falling prey to an evil scheme, she let go of the one thing that mattered most in her life; Williams Storm. When the truth comes to light, will Elodie be able to right her wrongs and win back the heart she shattered into pieces, even when Williams' once–loving eyes are filled with nothing but contempt for her?
View MoreMandy could not believe Elodie Richards had won. Despite all her planning, all her effort, and the months of quiet preparation to present for the bid… she had still lost. And the worst part? Elodie had done it without a single document in her hand. No visuals. No proposal file. Just her voice, her confidence, and her mind. Mandy looked away from Elodie and clenched her fists. She had watched the other companies present. Deep down, she knew, even if Elodie hadn’t spoken, she would have lost. Elodie was simply better, but that was something she could not accept. Tristan couldn’t stop smiling. He walked up to the judges to thank them personally, proud of the company’s success. And while he was distracted, Bryce approached Elodie with a wide smile on his face, looking far too pleased. “Congratulations,” he said, standing too close for comfort. “I had no doubt that you’d make me proud.” Elodie pulled her hand away from him as he tried to hold it and gave a polite but cold “Thank
When Elodie took the stage again, Mr. Victor, the new product manager looked up in surprise. He hadn’t expected her to return. After what had happened, most people would have taken the exit and never looked back. But not this woman who had just been humiliated in front of a room full of giants. As she introduced herself again, he shifted forward slightly in his seat, his brows drawn together. There was something different about her now. No panic. No hesitation. Only calm. He watched her with a quiet sense of awe. 'She’s really going to try,' he thought. He glanced at the judges, then back at Elodie. And for the first time since meeting her, he felt something stir in his chest—respect. When the judges turned their attention to the door, looking at the six people who had just barged into the room, Elodie did not. Her voice remained bold and confident as she continued her presentation. She knew her time was limited. Every second mattered. And so, despite the commotion, sh
Back at Titan Tech, Mandy stormed through the corridor like a woman on fire, her heels clacking with purpose. She didn’t bother to knock when she reached the CEO, Mr. Tristan’s office—just barged in, voice already shaking with calculated panic. “Sir, we have a serious problem.” Tristan, a sharp-eyed man in his late thirties with a reputation for being merciless, looked up from his desk. “What now?” “It’s about the bid,” Mandy rushed out, panting for effect. “I was preparing the presentation and went to grab the final proposal, but it was missing. Completely gone.” Tristan’s brows drew together. “Missing? How does something that important go missing?” She swallowed and lowered her gaze, perfectly rehearsed. “It was stolen… by my new assistant, Elodie Richards.” “Stolen?” he echoed, pushing to his feet. “She took the proposal and ran to the venue. I was still getting dressed for the event when the new product manager called me to say she was already there trying to present
"So," Mandy began, her tone sweet and sharp all at once, "tell me, Elodie... what makes you think you're the right fit for this position?” Elodie gave a small, polite smile. “I’m aware that the position I applied for was filled, but I believe the assistant role still demands someone with vision, adaptability, and strong organizational skills. I bring those qualities with me.” Mandy nodded slowly, her eyes never blinking. “Mm. That’s nice. Though I’m curious... aside from waiting tables, and selling handbags, what real tech experience do you have?” The words were delivered with such calmness, such venomous softness, that Elodie almost flinched. But she inhaled deeply through her nose and let the question sit for a moment before answering. “I worked closely with product teams in my previous role at ThunderByte,” she said. “I may not have an official tech title yet, but I understand structure, development strategy, and customer-centered innovation. I know how to manage deadlines
Elodie woke up in the morning with a gentle smile on her face. It was the kind of smile she hadn’t worn in a while. Her sleep had been undisturbed, calm, and dreamless, and for once, she hadn’t woken up with a lump in her throat or tears in her eyes. Instead, she woke with something she hadn’t felt in a while; hope. After a warm shower and a quick breakfast, she got dressed for her shift at the store, her mood lighter than it had been in days. But before leaving, she decided to check her emails, just in case one of the tech companies had responded. She pulled her laptop onto her lap, fingers moving quickly as she opened her inbox. Her heart beat a little faster as she worked. The first three companies hadn’t replied. There were no interview invites, no rejections, just the silence of unread applications. But then, one subject line caught her eye: Interview Invitation – Titan Tech. She clicked it open instantly, eyes scanning the message with nervous anticipation. The first
Elodie stared at the words boldly inscribed on the certificate in her hand. "Master of Business Administration (MBA) in Business and Technology." She traced the letters with her fingers, feeling a strange mix of pride and determination. This wasn’t just a piece of paper, it was her weapon, her proof, her key to the future she was fighting for. The first time she received it, she had felt happiness. But now? Now, she felt even happier than she did the first time. She had taken a quick break from her job at the store to pick up the certificate. Now, she had both the hard copy in her hands and the soft copy in her inbox. Her shift passed in a blur. Customers came and went, designer shoes exchanged hands, but her mind was elsewhere. She was already moving forward, already seeing herself beyond this store, beyond this version of herself. That night, as soon as she got home, Elodie grabbed her laptop and pulled up a list of top tech companies. Her fingers paused over one na
"Good morning, big guy," Elodie said warmly, her voice laced with a softness that made Williams' chest tighten. "Just wait a moment, breakfast will be ready soon.In the meantime, you can go wash up in the bathroom. There are new toiletries there that you can use."Williams swallowed, nodded, and made his way toward the bathroom without another word. Everything still felt surreal. He could remember coming to see Elodie last night, could remember how lost he had felt—how much he had needed her. But now, in the cold light of morning, a fresh wave of confusion hit him.Inside the bathroom, he turned on the shower, letting the water run over his aching body. As his fingers traced the cool porcelain of the sink, his eyes caught the small details around him.....a single towel hanging neatly, a single toothbrush, and a few other things.His brows furrowed.This didn’t feel like the home of a married woman.Williams could vividly recall the conversation between Elodie and her husband yesterda
Elodie staggered under Williams' weight as he leaned heavily against her. His breath reeked of alcohol, and she struggled to keep both of them from collapsing onto the sidewalk. Her heart pounded in her chest as she glanced around, searching for anyone who might help, but the streets were deserted. The evening had long since surrendered to the hush of the night, leaving only the distant hum of passing cars.With sheer determination, she spotted a bench at the far end of the sidewalk and, step by painstaking step, led him toward it. By the time she lowered him onto the bench, her limbs trembled from the exertion. She bent over, hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath.Her eyes darted to his pocket. His phone. Maybe she could call someone. She reached in and pulled it out, her fingers working quickly, but the screen lit up with a password prompt. A frustrated sigh escaped her lips.“Great,” she muttered, shoving it back into his pocket.Her gaze softened as she crouched in front
Williams stood outside the luxury shoe store, gripping his coat so tightly his knuckles turned white. He shouldn’t be here. After his receptionist informed him that Elodie had dropped off his coat, he picked it up to dump it in the trash. But somehow, somehow, he had ended up following Elodie instead with the coat in his hand. And now, he stood outside like a fool, watching through the glass as Elodie worked. She had changed. The confident, powerful CEO was gone. In her place was a woman kneeling before customers, helping them slip on overpriced shoes like a servant. His teeth clenched. He had almost walked in when that so-called "friend" from her past mocked her. He had almost intervened. But then... That man appeared. Williams’ entire body stiffened as he listened. How could he forget the face of Bryce Tanner, the man who took everything from him? And then... "No wonder… you’re my wife." Williams felt like something snapped inside him. His chest tightened as if som
Elodie stood before Williams, her white wedding dress gleaming in the soft afternoon light. She could barely breathe, every fiber of her being screaming for her to stop, to choose him. But she forced herself to stay rooted, her decision set like a stone wall between them. “Please,” Williams said, his voice cracking as he stepped closer. His desperation was palpable, his words heavy with anguish. “Don’t do this. Don’t marry him. I love you, Elodie. You’re my life.....how am I supposed to live without you?” Her chest tightened painfully, her heart pounding against her ribcage like it was trying to escape. She clenched her fists, her nails biting into her palms as she fought to hold herself together. One more minute. Just one more minute, and she’d be free of this moment, free of the pain in his voice that was breaking her apart piece by piece. His hands reached out, trembling as they gripped her arms. “Say something,” he pleaded. His voice was raw, filled with a desperation she’d n...
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