Mag-log inA heavy silence filled the office.Samantha immediately cleared her throat and stammered, "I... I... um..."Then she quickly threw the question back at him. "What are you doing in your office?"Alan frowned suspiciously. "I've been looking everywhere for you. Since I couldn't find you, I came to get the speech I prepared for the event. Instead, I found you here in my office. So, what are you doing here?"Samantha let out a nervous chuckle without answering.Alan widened his eyes, clearly waiting for an explanation.Flipping her hair over her shoulder, Samantha replied, "Well, the noise downstairs was too much, so I came here to cool off."Alan stepped closer, his suspicion growing. "Cool off?" he asked. "What exactly are you looking for while cooling off?"Samantha's eyes darted around the room as she searched for an excuse. Suddenly, her gaze landed in the freezer. A smile appeared on her face "I was actually looking for the key to the freezer. I wanted something cold to drink."Alan
The day of the grand event finally arrived, and the venue was already buzzing with excitement as guests poured in. Earlier, I called my father and asked if he had invited everyone I wanted present. He assured me that he had. I then reminded him that I also wanted the cleaners to attend. He immediately agreed and promised to make the arrangements as soon as possible. I also requested that he provide them with something nice to wear for the occasion. After sending him their details, he confirmed that everything would be taken care of. After that, I asked about Samantha. To my surprise, my father said he hadn't invited her directly. "Why not?" I asked. A mischievous smile crept into his voice. "Because I've set a trap she won't be able to resist." Naturally, I wanted to know what he meant. "I made Alan the Guest of Honor and Keynote Speaker at the grand banquet." I frowned. "How is that a trap?" My father chuckled. "Alan won't want to come alone. He'll definitely bring Samantha
After everything that had happened, we finally sat together as one happy family. I didn't tell anyone about my engagement yet, but I informed them that I was ready to confront Alan. However, I wanted to do it publicly at the company. I wanted everyone present—Alan, Samantha, their families, and every person who had been aware of Samantha's scheme. Michael immediately came up with an idea. "There is a way to get Samantha to come," he said. "I'll tell her that I've signed the contract and decided not to partner with Alan anymore. Then I'll ask her to come and collect it herself. I know she'll come because she desperately wants that contract back." Everyone agreed that it was a brilliant plan. I looked at Michael and asked, "I hope you know why she wanted the contract back so badly?" "Yes," he replied. "Because I refused to sign it." I shook my head. "No. That's not the real reason. Have you actually read the contents of the contract?" Michael frowned. "No, I never had the ch
Michael began pacing the room. My confession had clearly shaken him. At one point, he seemed unable to catch his breath. He ran a hand through his hair, then covered his mouth as he struggled to process everything. Honestly, if I were in his position, I would probably react the same way. "Michael, please listen," I said softly, trying to calm him. "I can explain—" Before I could continue, he silenced me by raising a finger to his lips. He ran his hand through his hair again, placed both hands on his waist, and asked, "So you're really a tycoon's daughter? And they're actually your siblings? The tycoon's biological children?" He pointed at Jasmine and Kevin. "Yes," I answered. "Fuck that," Michael muttered. "Michael," I called gently. "Say it," he demanded sadly. "Say you're a tycoon's daughter. I want to hear you say it." I glanced around at everyone before replying, "I'm a tycoon's daughter." Michael let out a humorless chuckle. "You actually said it so boldly..."
Michael's happiness was impossible to miss. His eyes sparkled with excitement, and the smile on his face seemed brighter than ever. Seeing him so happy filled my heart with warmth because I knew I was the reason behind that happiness. There was something incredibly satisfying about knowing that the man I loved was genuinely happy because of me.He reached for a bottle of wine and poured a glass for both of us. We lifted our glasses in celebration and clinked them together before taking a sip. The atmosphere around us was perfect. Soft music filled the air as the instrumentalists continued playing beautiful melodies, creating a romantic ambiance that made the evening feel magical.Michael held out his hand to me, and I gladly accepted it. Together, we danced slowly in the garden, enjoying the moment. While we danced, he began talking excitedly about our future."I promise you," he said confidently, "I'm going to give you the most unforgettable wedding ever. It will be the wedding of yo
After the group call with my parents, the tycoons, and my siblings finally ended, I thought the emotional day was over. I was wrong. A few minutes later, my phone rang. It was Michael. His voice sounded unusually cheerful. “Audrey, can you do something for me?” “What is it?” I asked. “Come down to the garden. I have a surprise waiting for you.” A smile appeared on my face immediately. Michael always knew how to brighten my day. Curious about what he had planned, I left my room and headed downstairs. The moment I stepped into the garden, I noticed something was different. This wasn't the garden I had seen every day. The entire place looked magical. Beautiful lights were hanging from the trees, flowers decorated every pathway, and elegant ribbons swayed gently in the evening breeze. Everything looked so romantic that I couldn't stop staring. My eyes landed on a beautifully arranged table covered with drinks and desserts. However, Michael was nowhere in sight. I frowned sli







