로그인From the privacy of his office, James watched everything unfold. On his laptop, the live video footage played silently, capturing every moment in the drawing room of the Garrett mansion.He hadn’t planned to interfere.At first, he’d told himself he was only checking the feed out of habit—an old reflex born from years of caution and control. The Garrett mansion was full of sharp tongues and sharper intentions. Leaving Juliette alone with any of them had never sat well with him. Still, he’d expected discomfort. Maybe cold politeness. Perhaps a veiled insult or two.He hadn’t expected this.James leaned back in his wheelchair, fingers loosely clasped as his eyes stayed fixed on the screen. He watched her stand there—small in stature compared to the woman looming over her, yet somehow unmovable. She didn’t raise her voice. Didn’t crumble. Didn’t retreat. She met cruelty with composure and arrogance with quiet steel.Interesting, he thought.Most people either pitied him or avoided him al
“You—” the woman scowled, all her earlier arrogance melting away as she was gravely offended. “You think that’s going to help you? Maybe you don’t know this, but the only reason you’re able to marry into this family is because I didn’t want this marriage in the first place.”That was… new information for Juliette. She didn’t know anything about this woman, and now that she did, something inside her stomach coiled tightly.Instinctively, she looked away, taking a moment to herself to process this new piece of information.Was she trying to say that she was James’s ex? And that she had rejected him?“Why?” Before she knew it, she was asking, looking back at the arrogant woman. Her brows pinched together. “Why would you do that?”“You mean reject James?” She chuckled, as if finally getting the reaction she had been expecting. “Isn’t that obvious enough?” she said, leaning forward and whispering into her ear. “Because he’s of no use to me anymore.”That stung. And more than that, it hurt.
The next few days passed without any further drama.She woke up early every day, personally making tea for herself and coffee for James—as the two of them were the only ones staying in the west wing, and troubling the servants for such a menial task felt unnecessary—and then visited James in his office.To her surprise, not a single day went by when James wasn’t already awake at that hour. She always found him in the same place, seated behind his desk, his laptop open in front of him, with a few loose papers scattered nearby that he often scribbled notes on.She would smile at him, and he would nod back, enough to make her feel acknowledged.And even that tiny act of appreciation felt enough to Juliette somehow.Later, she would get on with her morning routine, get ready, have breakfast, and leave for work.It continued like that for almost a week—until the weekend arrived.It was Sunday, and the Garrett mansion seemed livelier and buzzier than ever before.“What’s happening?” Juliett
Juliette hadn’t realized what she had said until it was too late.Let’s be alone together?Did it even come out the way she wanted? The way she had imagined it in her head?Apparently not.Because the way James was gazing down at her—looking more than amused—wasn’t even remotely close to being touched.Not that it had been her intention. All she wanted was for him to know that he wasn’t alone anymore. That now that she was here, she was going to play her part and be the life partner he expected.But considering nothing she said had landed the way she hoped, she couldn’t help but wince, desperately wanting to take it all back.“I’m sorry,” she said, almost on the verge of tears. “That’s not what I meant.”Why? Why was it always in front of him that she made a fool of herself?To her surprise, James didn’t laugh in her face. He didn’t tease her or make her feel worse. Instead, he tipped his head to the side, the simple motion sharpening an already commanding gaze, and lifted his hand to
The walk to the west wing felt longer this time. The halls were still just as grand, just as pristine, but now they seemed to watch her—every painting, every polished surface reflecting a version of herself she wasn’t entirely sure she recognized yet. A future Garrett, they seemed to whisper. The thought made her stomach twist.She stopped in front of James’s office door.Again.Her fingers hovered over the wood, hesitating. Don’t push him too far, Madam Garrett had said. Easy advice. Hard to follow when she didn’t even know where the line was.Juliette inhaled slowly, steadying herself.“Just talk,” she murmured under her breath. “That’s all.”She knocked—once, firm but not demanding—and waited.------In his office, James stared at the papers in front of him, scowling.“You call this an investigation?” He looked fiercely disappointed. Annoyed. “It only mentions his recent whereabouts—not the people he’s in contact with. Not the reason he’s able to launder billions of dollars. Not ev
During lunch, barely anyone had shown up.When Juliette walked into the dining room, her eyes could only spot Madam Garrett, Allistair—the butler—and a young man she had seen before.If she remembered correctly, he was the same man who had come with Madam Garrett to the Castor mansion to see her. At the time, she had mistaken him for the groom, but later, when she found out that her groom was none other than the infamous James Garrett, she realized she had been terribly wrong.Anyway, she pushed those old thoughts at the back of her mind and approached the table. Slowly. Steadily.When Madam Garrett saw her coming, her lips spread into a small smile.“Here you are, darling,” she said kindly, maintaining an aura that radiated patience, wisdom, and above all, power. “We were waiting just for you. Come, sit with us. Allistair, pull out a chair for Juliette. She’s family now.”Juliette offered a grateful smile and sat down as Allistair helped her with the chair and set up her“Allow me to







