Semua Bab THE LAST STRAW OF LOVE.: Bab 1 - Bab 10

**The Proposal**The grand chandeliers of the Cresswell Estate ballroom reflected a kaleidoscope of golden light, casting a warm glow on the polished marble floors. The music of a soft string quartet floated through the air, blending with the murmurs of elegantly dressed guests. Alexander Cain stood by the arched windows, his tall frame commanding attention despite his attempt to stay inconspicuous. With his sharp tailored suit and piercing gray eyes, he exuded power and control—traits that defined his rise to one of the wealthiest men in the country.Tonight was supposed to be just another networking event, an opportunity to reaffirm alliances in his business empire. But the older man approaching him, Richard Hart, brought with him a proposition that would shift Alexander’s world in ways he couldn’t yet imagine.“Alexander,” Richard began, his voice low and serious. “I believe we have an arrangement to discuss.”Alexander turned, fixing the older man with his steely gaze. “I’m listen

**A Fragile Dance**The Cain estate felt unusually quiet in the days following the signing ceremony. Emilia had expected a whirlwind of preparations leading up to the wedding, but instead, she found herself with more time to reflect than she’d anticipated. Alexander had become even more elusive, often disappearing into his office or taking calls that lasted hours.She spent her mornings sketching in the garden, her afternoons reading in the expansive library, and her evenings dining alone more often than not. She should have been relieved by the distance—it gave her a chance to breathe, to process the immense changes in her life. Yet, it gnawed at her that Alexander seemed content to keep her at arm’s length.One evening, as she wandered through the halls of the estate, she found herself outside Alexander’s office. Light spilled from under the door, and she could hear his voice, low and firm, punctuated by moments of silence. A part of her wanted to knock, to demand why he was so inte

** Shadows of the Past**The Cain estate stood silent under a canopy of stars, its vast hallways bathed in moonlight. Emilia lay awake in her suite, staring at the ceiling, her mind racing. The events of the evening—the tension between Alexander and Richardson, the weight of Alexander’s unspoken words—clung to her like a second skin.Alexander was a mystery she was only beginning to unravel, and the closer she got, the more questions seemed to arise. What secrets did he carry, and how much of them were tied to the man who had so boldly interrupted their moment on the terrace?Unable to sleep, Emilia pushed the covers back and slipped out of bed. The mansion was quiet, save for the soft ticking of a nearby grandfather clock. She wandered through the halls, her thoughts heavy, until she found herself outside Alexander’s office once more.Light spilled from beneath the door. Hesitating only briefly, she knocked softly.“Come in,” Alexander’s voice called, low and slightly weary.She open

**The Storm Returns**The days following their quiet victory over Richardson brought a calm Emilia hadn’t experienced since the engagement began. She and Alexander found themselves working together more often, slipping into a rhythm that felt surprisingly natural. Meetings, strategy sessions, and even simple dinners now carried an undercurrent of partnership, a mutual respect that had once felt impossible.But calm is fleeting in a world as ruthless as Alexander’s, and the storm that followed was one neither of them could have anticipated.It was a crisp morning when Emilia received the letter. She had been sketching in the garden, enjoying the rare moment of solitude, when Charles, the butler, appeared with an envelope.“This arrived for you, Miss Hart,” he said, his tone neutral but his expression cautious.Emilia took the envelope, frowning as she examined it. The handwriting was unfamiliar, but the weight of it felt ominous.“Thank you, Charles,” she said, waiting until he had lef

** Breaking Boundaries**The days following Richardson’s defeat were filled with an almost surreal peace. For the first time in months, Alexander and Emilia allowed themselves to breathe, to exist without the constant weight of impending doom. But in the stillness, both realized there were other battles they had yet to face—ones far more personal.Emilia was in the sunroom, tending to a small cluster of orchids she had been nurturing, when a knock echoed through the estate. Moments later, their butler appeared, his usually composed face lined with tension.“Madam, there’s a guest for Mr. Cain. A woman. She insists on speaking with him.”“Did she give her name?” Emilia asked, setting down her watering can.“She said it’s Celeste.”The name sent a chill through Emilia. She had heard the name once before in hushed tones—Alexander’s former flame, the woman who had broken his heart and shaped much of the guarded man he had become.“I’ll let him know,” Emilia said, masking her unease.When