Emma’s POVI didn’t expect the hotel room to feel this quiet. The quietness of the place wasn’t exactly a soothing one; it was the kind that reminds you that something is missing.This business seminar was supposed to give me some space. Just two days away. A thousand kilometers between me and Ace Blacke. No awkward hallway run-ins. No silence in the kitchen. No strange tension when we passed each other like strangers. It's just me, my work, and my thoughts. But fate doesn’t care about your plans. That morning, during the seminar, I spotted Rafael. He entered from the rear of the room, sunglasses removed, that same half-smile on his face, as if he still thought it was effective. My stomach twisted twice. Then sank.He saw me. Of course he did. “Emma Ocean,” he said, loud enough for people to look around. “What are the odds?”I could have walked away. Pretended not to hear him. But that would feel like he won. So I stopped, turned around, and tried to keep my face calm. “Rafael Nolan,
Ace I stood by the window in my penthouse. The city lights below were bright, but they didn’t clear my mind. I didn’t touch the drink next to me. It was the third night in a row I came home to silence.Not the quiet that helps you think but this was different. This was cold. Sharp. Lonely. Emma! She was always on my mind. Not because she said anything. Not because she did anything wrong. But because she said nothing at all. We were living in the same space, but she felt far away. Like she had built a wall I couldn’t see or touch.She didn’t fight. Didn’t shout. Just stayed quiet unless I spoke first. And that kind of silence hurt more than yelling ever could. My phone buzzed. A message from Brian. “Coffee tomorrow? Need to talk.” I replied, “Yeah. Our spot, 8AM.” Brian always saw through things. He knew this wasn’t just about business anymore. The rules we made weren’t keeping things clean—they were breaking something. —----- The next morning, we met at the usual café. I sli
The sound of high heels clicked on the shiny floor. It got closer with each step, people looked up, waiting to see who it was. Patricia Weston had arrived. She walked into Blacke Tech like she owned the place. Her black coat hung neatly over one arm. Hair done perfectly. Lips red like wine. She didn’t look around for directions. She didn’t ask for anyone. She already knew where she was going. The receptionist recognized her, but no one said anything. No one stopped her. She made her way to the top floor. The glass elevator carried her up slowly, each level reflecting back her own image: perfect posture, confident smile, and eyes too sharp to ignore. When the elevator doors opened, she walked straight toward Ace’s office. The staff nearby looked up, confused, some surprised. She didn’t care. Ace was inside, behind his desk, eyes on his laptop. He looked up when she entered. Patricia smiled and opened her arms. “Hello, stranger.” He stood but didn’t move to meet her. His face
They met at a quiet restaurant. Emma was seated beside Ace; she was upright, with her hands neatly placed on the table. Linus Dante, Read the terms line by line, voice dry and neutral. “No intimacy. No public acknowledgement. One-year limit,” he said, pausing after each one. Emma didn’t move. She just nodded slowly, lips pressed tight. “If either party leaks the arrangement or breaks the agreement, there will be legal consequences.” Emma still didn’t say anything. She was listening, maybe even holding her breath. Ace glanced at her, but her face gave away nothing. “I want one more clause,” Ace said, cutting in. Linus raised an eyebrow. Emma finally looked up. Ace leaned back in his chair. “No interference in each other’s personal lives.” Emma blinked once. “Meaning?” “Meaning if you date someone, or I do, we don’t get to have opinions about it.” There was a pause. It lasted a second too long. “Fine,” Emma said, voice low. “Add it.” She didn’t argue, but her eyes dropped
Emma walked out of the penthouse without looking back. The quiet inside was too much. It felt heavy on her chest and made it hard to think. Ace didn’t try to stop her. He didn’t say anything when she stood up from the couch, touched her messy hair, and picked up her bag. He just stayed in his seat, drinking his coffee, and looking at her like nothing had happened. Like he hadn’t just said yes to marrying her. "You’ll hear from me,” she said, keeping her voice calm and her eyes on his. Ace gave a small nod. “I’m sure I will,” he said. That was it. No goodbye. No questions. No sign that they had just made a choice that could change everything in their future. She got into the Uber waiting outside, closed the door, and leaned back in the seat. She closed her eyes, but she couldn’t sleep. She hadn’t slept at all last night. Her were moving too fast. Her heart was beating hard, not because she was scared, but because she knew how serious this was. The next date, Emma had coffee w
Emma I didn’t want to attend this party at all. I was not in a party mood presently. But there I was in the backseat of Lola’s black car, staring out of the window as Lola fixed her lipstick in the mirror. "Emma," she said, pouting her lips, "you need this. Just one night out, please. You have nothing to lose.” I do have a lot to lose if I don't act fast. Today was the third time I had read my parents’ will, which was handed to me by their lawyer. My parents left me their entire empire, Oceanic Group, the empire they built with their bare hands. But they added a condition. I had to get married before I turned 25 years old or forfeit my entire inheritance to my cousin Nath Reed. I will be 25 years old in two months. So I need to act fast. “Cheer up, girl; this is the party of the year. Maybe fate’s waiting inside." She laughed, stepping into the lights without waiting for me. I doubted it. But I followed her anyway. The place was filled with people. I walked towards th