Amelia had originally planned to talk to Aaron once he finished his shower. Maybe he was just groggy from waking up, maybe once he’d cooled off, things would shift back to normal.But when he came out of the bathroom, he didn’t just keep his cold face—he dropped a bomb: “Move out as soon as you can. I’ve got work, no time to talk. If you need anything, speak to the butler.”She had never, in her entire life, felt this humiliated. What was supposed to be a soft, warm morning had turned into a full-blown eviction.Not long after Aaron left, the butler came to her door, knocking politely to inform her, “The driver is ready downstairs. Your luggage is already loaded into the car. Let us know when you're ready to leave.”He didn
Aaron’s words played back in Amelia’s mind in slow motion, like a scene stretched out in a film. “Don’t leave me again...” His voice had carried a desperate, pleading warmth that struck her harder than she expected. Amelia was stunned, eyes slowly welling with joy. Tilting her chin up to look at him, she whispered, “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”She had thought coming back to Aaron was just a calculated step—he was a rung on the ladder to success. But the moment he pleaded with her not to go, her heart swelled so full it was dizzying. No words could capture the thrill washing over her. He still loves me. And maybe—just maybe—she had more feelings for him than she’d dared to admit.After all, they’d spent years together in their youth. Saying she felt nothing would be lying to herself. If she could have both love and a boost to her career? That would be… perfect.Aaron had pulled her against his chest. At first, he’d only clutched her hand, but then his other arm slid aro
On the fourth day of Aaron’s business trip—Amelia’s fourth day living in the house—Mia had truly come to understand just how difficult this guest really was. Apart from being politely civil the first day, Amelia had been ordering them around non-stop ever since.Daily room cleaning, fresh towels, laundry, and meal prep were standard duties, but Mia hadn’t expected Amelia to be so demanding. She insisted every single item of clothing be perfectly pressed—not even the tiniest crease allowed. Then there was the fruit. Amelia told Mia she didn’t eat grape skins, made her peel an entire bunch, one by one… and in the end, only ate two grapes. She then said the rest weren’t fresh enough and instructed Mia to throw them out—in front of her.To Mia, Amelia wasn’t just arrogant—she was flat-out disrespectful. She walked around acting like she owned the place. Once, Mia overheard her rudely telling the butler to remove the flowers from the garden, claiming she was allergic.While the butler had
Francie noticed Theo hadn’t touched the cocktail in front of him and asked, “Why aren’t you drinking? That’s our new signature—been waiting on your feedback.”Theo gave a polite smile and shook his head. “Didn’t bring my driver tonight. I drove myself and still gotta get your sister home later. So, I’ll pass for now—save it for next time.”Though a sip or two wouldn’t put him over the limit, the fact that Theo didn’t even take one showed just how careful he was.It dawned on Francie then—maybe the way Theo looked out for Emily went beyond the usual boss-employee or even friendly concern. But Francie didn’t want to jump to conclusions.Emily wasn’t officially single
"Why are you here?" It was Aaron who spoke first, but his tone couldn’t have been colder.Amelia’s eyes flickered evasively. "Nothing major. I had a meeting with the marketing team today and thought I’d drop by to see you."Of course, that wasn’t the real reason she came—Amelia never did anything without purpose.Ever since her studio’s campaign got mysteriously downplayed, and with Aaron clearly knowing her ex-husband had shown up without saying a word, she’d waited days for him to reach out. But enough was enough—she wasn’t going to sit around any longer.Aaron didn’t seem interested in her explanation, just gave a low hum as if to brush past it. Still, he hadn’t forgotten what Frank had said. Look
Over the next few days, the tug-of-war between Emily and Aaron resembled a fierce ping-pong match—back and forth, relentless. Every time Aaron's side came up with a new excuse to delay the divorce, Emily’s team would strike right back, quick and sharp.Aaron was already at a disadvantage, and now the outcome couldn’t have been clearer. Yet despite knowing exactly how this would end, he refused to yield, doing everything he could to slow it down. He’d handed off almost all company matters—big and small—to Mera.Right now, Aaron’s eyes were bloodshot. He had just lashed out at another lawyer in the office, all because the man dared to say something that didn’t sit well with him.Calm but firm, the lawyer had warned, &ldquo