LOGINThe house was quiet when Adrian came in that night, the kind of silence that didn’t mean peace it meant distance.He came back alone because Camilla, didn't want to be in the same ride with him.The marble floor of the entrance wall echoed under his shoes as he walked in. One hand was in his pocket, the other holding a small white bag from an exclusive jewelry store. His tie was hung loose, and his face gave nothing away.He saw light coming from the living room and realized someone might be on the couch.Camilla was there, curled up in her usual spot, wearing one of her silk nightrobes, a throw blanket over her legs, laptop open but untouched. She looked up when she heard the door closed, her eyes meeting his for the first time since that confrontation with Eleanor.She didn’t say a word, neither did he.For a few seconds, it was just their breathing and tension were loud enough to hear.Adrian loosened his tie completely, dropping it on a side stool .“You are still awake.”Camilla g
Celine slammed her wine glass on the table and her voice came sharp through the speakerphone. “Are you stupid, Lydia? What part of ‘ruin her image’ did you not understand?”Lydia sighed on the other end. “I tried, Celine,I already told you, everything went wrong because she countered my data with the updated data”.Celine scoffed, “updated data?” Celine laughed sharply. “You let that woman make you look like a fool in front of Adrian and the entire board. You promised me she would lose face, not shine, you are useless”.“You think I planned to get humiliated?” Lydia said defensively. Celine’s jaw tightened. “If you can’t handle a simple task, I willl do it myself. Don’t think I won’t.” She hung up before Lydia could respond.---Camilla was busy with her laptop, reviewing files from the last board presentation, her fingers moving fast on the keyboards. A ring came from the intercom“miss Camilla,” the receptionist called. “Ma’am, someone is here to see you.”Camilla replied. “Who?”T
The morning was sunny, everyone in the boardroom looked very tense, the kind that made people straighten their ties and double check their presentation files to avoid mistakes that can offend Adrian.Adrian Harrington sat at the head of the table, cool and unreadable as always. Camilla was beside him, flipping through her notes. She looked calm on the outside, but something in her gut felt off.Across the table, Lydia Price adjusted her laptop. She had that polished, corporate look , the kind that came with designer outfits and confidence. She was undeniably beautiful, but there was something sly beneath the surface, with seductive eyes, perfect posture, and a presence that demanded attention.She was one of the senior executives, smart, intimidating and other staffs respected her, but they also watched their backs around her.Adrian cleared his throat, bringing the room to attention. “Let’s begin,” he said with a deep and controlled voice .Everyone shifted in their seats, every slide
Morning came with the sound of rain tapping softly against the glass windows of the mansion. The air felt calm, almost like the house itself was trying to wash away the storm from last night.Camilla woke up early that morning because sleep had been short for her. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Adrian’s face, his anger, his closeness, that voice that had wrapped around her like smoke.She pushed the thought aside as she brushed her hair in front of the mirror, reminding herself again, it’s just a contract, Camilla. Don’t get lost.By the time she went downstairs, the house was quiet except for faint clattering sounds from the kitchen. She followed them.Mrs. Helen, the older housekeeper, was struggling to reach the top shelf to get a jar of honey. Camilla smiled faintly and walked over.“Let me help,” she said softly, grabbing it with ease and setting it on the counter.The woman chuckled. “You shouldn’t trouble yourself, madam. That’s what we are here for.”Camilla shook her
The car ride, back home was silent.Camilla sits with her arms crossed, staring out the window, pretending the city lights flashing by didn’t bother her eyes, she was very angry . Adrian has not said a single word since he dragged her away from the gala, his hand was firm around her wrist, his face unreadable but dark, when he dragged her out.The second they stepped inside the mansion, he dropped his keys on the table. The sound made her flinch, not from fear,but from the anger boiling inside her.She turned to him slowly. “We could have at least said goodbye to the hosts, Adrian.”His coat was already off. “You didn’t seem in a hurry to say goodbye.” He said while loosening his tie.Camilla frowned. “What is that supposed to mean?”Adrian’s gaze lifted to hers, sharp and steady. “You were busy smiling at him.”She blinked. “At who?”“The man in the navy suit,” he said tightly. “You were busy smiling at every word he says, like he was your lover”“Oh, for God’s sake,” she muttered, th
The red carpet glowed under camera flashes. Reporters called out names, lights flashed brighter each time a big name arrived. Then the crowd gasped as Adrian Harrington stepped out of his black car, tall and sharp in a custom tux.But it wasn’t just him that drew attention, it was the woman beside him.Camilla Rivers.Whispers spread fast. “Who is she? Is that the new woman with Harrington?Who’s she?”“Is that the woman Adrian’s been seen with?”“She’s gorgeous.”Adrian turned toward her, extending his arm with that quiet, commanding confidence that only he had.“Ready?” he asked, his voice low enough for only her to hear.Camilla slipped her hand through his arm and smiled softly , trying not to look nervous “I guess.” They walked past the flashing lights together. They looked perfect, powerful, elegant, untouchable.Inside the hall, soft jazz played and champagne was served to the guests. Adrian and Camilla greeted a few business associates, smiling and chatting like they belonged







