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After One Night Stand I Became His Wife Her foolproof plan
Across the glittering ballroom of the Elara estate, where crystal chandeliers dangled like frozen fireworks and the air hummed with the murmur of elite conversations, Colden Frost stood by a marble pillar, nursing a glass of scotch. The party was in full swing—Elara's twenty-fifth birthday extravaganza, a lavish affair dripping with opulence. Designer gowns swirled on the dance floor, laughter echoed from clusters of socialites, and waiters glided through the crowd with trays of caviar and champagne. But Colden's attention wasn't on the festivities. His sharp, dark eyes were fixed on a small group near the dessert table, where his wife, Layla, was ensnared in what he recognized as a calculated ambush.Elara had orchestrated it perfectly, or so she thought. Playing the gracious hostess, she had looped her arm through Layla's earlier, cooing about how "delighted" she was to finally meet Colden's new bride. "You must come say hello to my dearest friends," Elara had said, her voice syr
After One Night Stand I Became His Wife Enjoy your party
The sprawling estate of the Beaumont family loomed like a gilded monument against the twilight sky, its manicured lawns stretching endlessly under strings of fairy lights that twinkled like captured stars. Nestled in the hills overlooking the city, the property was a testament to old money—ivory columns flanking the grand entrance, marble fountains gurgling with crystal-clear water, and gardens bursting with exotic blooms imported from around the world. Valets in crisp uniforms whisked away luxury cars as guests arrived, their laughter mingling with the soft strains of a live orchestra playing from the terrace. Elara Beaumont's twenty-eighth birthday party was no mere gathering; it was an event, a spectacle designed to dazzle and intimidate, where the elite rubbed shoulders and alliances were forged over champagne flutes.Colden navigated his sleek black Mercedes up the winding driveway, his grip on the steering wheel steady but his mind elsewhere. Beside him sat Layla, his wife of j
After One Night Stand I Became His Wife Bound by resentment
Evelyn Frost sat like a spider in her web, her manicured fingers drumming rhythmically on a stack of confidential documents. She was a striking woman in her mid-fifties, with sharp cheekbones, raven hair streaked with silver, and eyes that glittered with a calculated malice. Her silk robe draped elegantly over her shoulders, but there was nothing soft about her—Evelyn was a master manipulator, a survivor who had clawed her way into power through seduction, lies, and unyielding ambition.Across from her paced Rowan, her son, a mirror of her intensity but with the raw edges of youth. At twenty-five, he was tall and lean, with disheveled blond hair that fell into his stormy blue eyes, inherited from his father. His expensive shirt was rumpled, sleeves rolled up as if ready for a fight, and his face twisted in perpetual arrogance—a smirk that said he believed the world owed him everything.Rowan was spoiled, entitled, and dangerously impulsive, his ego a fragile shell over a seething pit
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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
After One Night Stand I Became His Wife He will be mine
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
After One Night Stand I Became His Wife Meet my wife
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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