All Chapters of Twisted Fate: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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 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

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 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

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