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The penthouse was mindblowing and beautiful.Elara stood in the center of what Lucien had casually called the living room which was instead a large open area that was larger than her entire apartment trying to process the entirety of it all.It has floor to ceiling windows on two sides. The furnitures in the house looked like it belonged in a museum and it was sparily decorated with art that probably cost more than her car. Everything was steel, glass and with sharp edges just like Lucien's office. It was beautiful but cold and utterly impersonal."Your quarters are this way."Victoria Chen, Lucien's assistant led Elara down a hallway with her heels clicking against marble floors. She was an impressive woman who moved with the efficiency of someone who never wasted a second in her life."Mr. Blackwood's office is there," Victoria gestured to a closed door. "It's off-limits unless invited, his bedroom is at the east end and yours is here."She gestured and opened a door to reveal a bed

The Blackwood Tower was everything Elara expected. It was a building made of steel, glass and intimidation all in one.She was dressed as though going for a cooperate war, a charcoal suit she'd bought for better days, heels that gave her three additional inches of height, hair pulled back in a severe bun. The elevator to the 47th floor required a key card and the receptionist who was beautiful, cold, dressed in designer black had escorted her, it should have been flattering but she felt more like she was being delivered."Mr. Blackwood is expecting you," the woman said, opening double doors to an office that felt less a workspace and more like a room for dominance.The room was massive with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the entire city. Morning light flowed in and the furniture was minimal; a desk that looked expensive in craftsmanship and details, chairs that probably cost more than her car and two modern arts that she recognized from auction catalogs.Behind the desk, sat Lu

Sophia Martinez burst into Elara's apartment at exactly 6:47 PM, carrying takeout and the kind of aggressive concern that only came from ten years of friendship."You look like death," Sophia announced dramatically while, setting bags from their favorite Thai place on the counter. "When was the last time you ate something that wasn't coffee?""Coffee's not food?”, Elara retorted while staying curled on her couch, still in yesterday's clothes, the contract spread across her coffee table like evidence of a crime she hadn't yet committed.Sophia's eyes which were sharp and lawyer-trained went straight to the papers in curiosity. "What's that?""Nothing.""Elara.""A marriage contract."Sophia froze halfway through opening a container of pad thai. "I'm sorry, a what?""You heard me." Elara pulled her knees to her chest. She'd been sitting here for six hours, reading and rereading the same clauses until they'd lost all meaning. "Lucien Blackwood offered me three million dollars to marry hi

Elara Quinn had mastered taking in rejection in style.She sat in her corner office which was soon someone else’s, staring at the rejection email until the words blurred together.“We regret to inform you that Quinn Interiors does not align with our current investment portfolio…”Translation: Your father’s legacy is dying, and we don’t care.She slammed her laptop shut, the click echoing in the empty office. Tears welled up in her eyes as she rubbed her temple seeking for an ease. Outside, her staff pretended to work, pretending they didn’t know the company was three weeks from collapse.Her phone buzzed and she opened it to check the message notification. Of course, it wasn't a pleasant one too.HOSPITAL ADMINISTRATION: Final notice. Payment extension expires in 72 hours. Please contact billing immediately to discuss your mother’s care.Seventy-two hours.Elara pressed her palms to her eyes. She could not afford to cry right now. She needed something within three days to pull off a m