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No need to fear when I'm with you
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After One Night Stand I Became His Wife Infamous Mrs. Frost
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
After One Night Stand I Became His Wife No need to fear when I'm with you
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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In the days following the scandal, the frenzy of rumors and invasive headlines that had threatened to upend Layla's carefully constructed facade began to ebb away with surprising swiftness. Colden's legal team had orchestrated a masterful response: a concise, ironclad statement that neither confirmed nor denied the allegations but emphasized the sanctity of personal privacy and hinted at swift legal repercussions for any continued defamation. The tabloids, ever opportunistic, sensed the looming threat of lawsuits and backed off almost immediately. Within seventy-two hours, the story had been overshadowed by newer, juicier scandals involving celebrities and politicians, leaving Layla's name untarnished in the public eye. She could finally step outside without feeling the phantom weight of judgmental stares, though the experience had left an indelible mark on her psyche.During those quiet, introspective afternoons in the opulent house, Layla found herself wandering the expansive room
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By morning, chaos had taken form. The sleek headlines flashed across every major outlet, painting his name with scandal and desire. Reporters flooded outside the company gates, voices clamoring, cameras flashing, drones buzzing over the rooftop. Colden’s empire, known for its ruthless control, was now the center of gossip.In the mansion, silence stood thick as marble.Layla sat at the breakfast table, untouched toast on her plate, the tablet screen glowing faintly. Her name and photo were side by side with his—“CEO Colden Frost caught with another woman just days after marriage.”Her pulse echoed in her ears. Betrayal wasn’t new. But humiliation—this public humiliation—burned differently. The world wasn’t mocking him. It was mocking her. The unwanted wife. The poor girl who married into gold and got discarded within a week.Her hand trembled as she scrolled through the article. Every picture felt like a knife. Colden, sitting cold and distant, the woman on his lap, leaning close. His
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The drive back to the mansion was silent, almost painfully so. The streets were empty, the city’s late-night hum reduced to a faint murmur behind the thick windows of his black sedan. Rain had begun to fall lightly, leaving the asphalt glistening under streetlights, and Colden’s expression remained unchanged as he navigated the slick roads.Inside him, however, a storm raged quietly. Each thought was sharp, precise, circling back to Layla. He hadn’t expected the impact. She wasn’t just any girl he could dismiss; she had a fire, an independence, a refusal to be treated like a tool without consequence.The mansion loomed ahead, lights dimmed, quiet as if awaiting his return. Colden’s hand gripped the steering wheel a little tighter as he parked, his mind already scanning for any potential distractions or threats. The grand doors opened with a whisper. He moved silently through the hallways, aware of each shadow, each shift of light. And then he saw her.Layla was asleep on the couch in
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