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That night, after the dishes had been cleared and the penthouse had fallen into its customary hush, Colden retreated to his private office on the east wing. The room was a sanctum of dark leather and polished chrome, illuminated by the soft glow of a desk lamp that cast long shadows across the walls lined with bookshelves. He sank into his ergonomic chair, the leather creaking faintly under his weight, and powered up his laptop. The screen flickered to life, revealing a slew of emails that had accumulated during dinner. Most were mundane—reports from acquisitions teams, updates on stock fluctuations—but one caught his eye immediately. It was from his assistant, marked with a high-priority flag: "Honeymoon Arrangements Confirmed."Colden clicked it open, his expression unchanging as he scanned the details. As per the contractual addendum to their marriage agreement, designed to solidify their public image as a blissfully wedded couple, a luxury honeymoon had been arranged. The ticket
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The sun hung low in the afternoon sky, casting long shadows over the bustling streets as Elara stormed out of the Frost villa. The sight of them hand-in-hand, parading their so-called "marriage" like some triumphant spectacle, had ignited a fire in her chest that burned hotter with every step she took away from the building. Her heels clicked sharply against the pavement, her designer purse swinging wildly as she hailed a cab with a furious wave. "Home, now!" she barked at the driver, slamming the door so hard the vehicle shook. The ride was a blur of clenched fists and muttered curses under her breath, her mind replaying the scene: Colden's firm grip on that wretched girl's hand. It should have been her. It was supposed to be her.The cab screeched to a halt outside her family's opulent mansion, a sprawling estate nestled in the city's most exclusive neighborhood, with manicured lawns and towering wrought-iron gates that screamed old money. Elara flung a wad of cash at the driver w
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Colden strode through the gleaming corridors of his company's headquarters, the click of his polished shoes echoing against the marble floors like a metronome of authority. The day had been a whirlwind—meetings with the board, reassuring investors, and parading Layla as the picture-perfect wife to quell any lingering whispers from the scandal.She'd handled it remarkably well, her arm linked with his, offering smiles that, to his surprise, didn't seem entirely forced. But now, as he approached his corner office on the top floor, his mind was already shifting to the next agenda item: a conference call with overseas partners.Maria, his ever-efficient assistant, was waiting just outside the door, her tablet clutched in one hand and a stack of files in the other. She was in her mid-forties, sharp-eyed and unflappable, having served him for over a decade. But today, there was a flicker of unease in her expression as he neared."Mr. Frost," she said, her voice low and professional, "there'
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Maria had greeted Layla with a professional smile, her demeanor efficient yet warm. "Mrs. Frost, it's a pleasure. Mr. Frost has briefed me; we'll head straight to his office. The employees are eager to see you."Layla followed Maria quietly through the long, polished hallways on the executive floor, her heels sinking slightly into the plush carpet. The walls were adorned with abstract art and plaques commemorating Frost Enterprises' achievements—mergers, innovations, global expansions. It was a testament to Colden's ruthless drive.The hallways seemed endless, a labyrinth of glass-walled conference rooms and private offices. Maria led the way with purposeful strides, occasionally nodding to colleagues who offered polite greetings. "Just through here," Maria said over her shoulder, her voice calm and reassuring. "Mr. Frost's suite is at the end. We'll avoid the main floor traffic."They turned a corner into a quieter corridor, lined with frosted glass panels that diffused the overhead
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"Colden," Damian said, his voice smooth as aged whiskey but laced with an undercurrent of mockery. "Right on time, as always. And this must be the lovely Layla. Charming to finally meet the woman who's tamed my wayward son."Colden greeted his father with the stiff politeness of someone forced into civility, his handshake firm but brief, like touching a live coal. "Father," he replied evenly, his tone devoid of warmth. "I wasn't expecting you today. To what do we owe this visit?"The air between them thickened with unspoken tension—two men from the same bloodline but opposite in soul. Where Colden was a pillar of calculated restraint, building his legacy through innovation and merit, Damian was the old guard: ruthless, manipulative, a man who'd clawed his way to the top by stepping on necks and forging alliances in smoke-filled rooms. Their history was a battlefield of betrayals—Damian's affairs that shattered the family, his attempts to control Colden's rise, and the bitter boardro
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The next morning dawned crisp and clear, sunlight filtering through the penthouse windows like a hesitant promise. Layla stood before the full-length mirror in her walk-in closet, her hands trembling slightly as she smoothed the fabric of her chosen outfit—a tailored navy blue dress that hugged her figure modestly, paired with low heels and a simple pearl necklace. It was elegant, professional, the kind of attire that screamed "CEO's wife" without trying too hard. I have to look the part, she thought, her reflection staring back with wide, anxious eyes. Composed on the outside, even if I'm a mess inside. What if they see through the act? What if I trip or say something stupid? Her heart raced at the prospect of performing this charade, but she squared her shoulders, drawing on the resolve she'd built over the past week. Colden had been true to his word so far; she owed it to him—and to herself—to hold up her end.Downstairs in the foyer, Colden was already waiting, his black suit im
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