All Chapters of One Night Stand With Mr.. President: Chapter 31 - Chapter 39

JaydenThe moment Elena and I moved away from Richard and Emilia, I could feel the tension I’d been holding onto all evening starting to fade. I looked over at Elena. That soft, confident smile was still sitting perfectly on her face. It was like she’d just won something, and in a way, she had.“You did well,” I said quietly, not wanting anyone else to hear.She gave a small laugh, the kind that felt practiced and sure. “Of course I did. That’s just the beginning.”I watched people from the corner of my eye as they continued whispering and glancing in our direction. Good. That was exactly what we wanted. Attention. Disruption. Confusion. That was how we started shaking things up. All it took was a dramatic entrance, a few well-placed words, and one million dollars to make the room talk. And it had been worth every penny.Elena reached out and grabbed a glass of wine from a passing waiter. I followed her lead, taking one too. The taste didn’t matter much to me, but I figured it was a g

EmiliaAfter my brief little talk with Elena, I said to myself I wasn’t going to let her get under my skin. I had already had enough of everyone who were trying to intimidate me just because they had a fancier last name or a bigger title.I wasn’t here to play games or prove anything to anyone, no not anymore. I had my husband's support, I knew what I was doing, and if I am being honest, I had enough on my head without having to worry about Elena Smith and her quiet threats.So I took a very deep and long breath, straightened my composure, and pushed everything she said to the back of my head. If she wanted a fight, she’d have to come a bit harder than that. I wasn’t backing down, not now or ever.As I made my way across the hallway, I walked by one of the newer employees, a shy young guy from the finance department. I actually recalled his name, Daniel. He looked like he was trying to decide whether to talk or just keep moving.“Good morning, Daniel,” I greeted him with a little smil

JaydenI walked into Elena’s office, the meeting alongside a feeling, a familiar mix of both annoyance and frustration. I wonder, why do i even have to be here in the first place.The last thing I needed to do today was sit through another one of these boring corporate discussions. I didn’t care about the bloody expansion. I didn’t care about the company’s long-term goals or whatever. All I cared about was getting what I want and only what I want.I looked around as I entered the room. Richard sat at the head of the table, his usual intimidating presence filling the space. Beside him, Emilia sat quietly, looking just as perfect and composed as always. I could feel the tension between them, but I wasn’t here for that. I was here to do my part. I had to, whether I liked it or not.But the way Richard just stared at me, like he was questioning me, it bothered me. It was very subtle but I could tell. He had been giving me that look lately like he was trying to figure me out or something,

EmiliaI sat at the far end of the table, as far away from Richard as I could manage without being obvious about it. My heart felt heavy, and I knew exactly why, Richard’s mother was sitting right next to him on his right side, while Jacob sat beside him on his left. Elena, always playing the perfect part, was seated beside his mother, the perfect picture of someone who belonged.The food in front of me seemed like it would never end, but I forced myself to keep eating. I stabbed at the turkey on my plate, cutting a piece and putting it in my mouth mechanically. The same process over and over again. I could feel the weight of Richard’s family bearing down on me, but I refused to look up or say anything. If I just kept eating, maybe they’d stop looking at me. Maybe, just maybe, they’d leave me alone.But that wasn’t the case. I could feel Richard’s mother’s eyes on me, a constant, piercing gaze that seemed to judge every move I made. I cut another piece of turkey, but before I could

RichardI stood there, staring down at my plate. My mind felt numb, and my body was stiff with anger. I didn’t know what to do, what to feel, or even how to react. I glanced over at my mother. She sat there, completely unfazed, like she hadn’t just ripped my wife apart emotionally.Emilia was still sobbing quietly. I could hear the soft sounds of her tears, and every one of them hit me like a slap. How could my mother do this? How could she say those things, attack the woman I loved so mercilessly?Then, suddenly, everything went quiet. Emilia stopped crying, and I looked up just in time to see her stand. Her face was red and swollen from the tears, and her eyes were filled with pain. I could see the hurt in them, but she didn’t say a word."I think I’m full," she said, her voice shaky, barely a whisper. She didn’t even look at me. "I’m just gonna go to bed now," she added, turning around to leave.I opened my mouth, about to call out to her, but the words got stuck in my throat. I