LOGINThe Next DayVivienne knew something was wrong the moment she walked into the Carter Group boardroom.The air was different. Heavy. No casual chatter. No fake smiles. Just stiff backs, tight jaws, and screens already lit with headlines she hadn’t opened yet but could feel in her bones.She took her seat slowly. “Why am I being called into an emergency board meeting?” she asked, keeping her tone steady.No one answered immediately.Mr. Carter sat at the head of the table, fingers interlaced, face drawn in a way that made Vivienne’s chest tighten. This wasn’t business stress. This was fear controlled, but real.Finally, one of the senior directors cleared his throat. “Miss Carter… have you seen the news?”The screen at the far end of the room changed.BREAKING NEWS: THE BILLION-DOLLAR CHARADECross–Carter Marriage Allegedly a Five-Year Contract to Rescue Failing EmpireVivienne’s breath hitched.She leaned forward, eyes scanning the words faster than her mind could catch up. Debt figure
Damian stood by the window in his bedroom, phone pressed to his ear, the city lights below flickering like distant fires. His jaw was tight, his free hand clenched in his pocket.“So what if it’s a contract?” Grandma Eleanor’s voice came through firm and unbothered. “Since when did the Cross family start explaining their lives to strangers?”Damian exhaled slowly. “Grandma… you know I fear nobody. Public opinion has never mattered to me.” He paused, his voice lowering. “But this isn’t just about me anymore.”“And that is?” she asked gently.“Aria,” he said immediately. “The Carter Group. They’re dragging her name through the mud. Calling her a gold digger. Saying her parents sold their daughter to save a company.” His voice hardened. “Some idiots are even calling them human traffickers.”There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end of the line.“That is crossing a line,” Grandma Eleanor said coldly. “A very dangerous one.”“That’s exactly my point,” Damian replied. “I can take
Aria didn’t remember how she got out of the office.She only knew that one moment she was staring at the screen, her entire life reduced to bullet points and leaked numbers, and the next she was moving—walking fast, heels clicking sharply against the marble floor as whispers chased her down the hallway.“Did you see it?” “Five years?” “So it was fake?” “She sold herself—”Every word felt like a slap.Heads turned as she passed. Conversations died abruptly. Some people looked away in embarrassment. Others didn’t bother hiding their curiosity. Aria kept her chin high, spine straight, even as her chest felt like it was caving in.By the time she reached the elevator, her hands were shaking.She stabbed the button repeatedly. Come on. Come on.The doors slid open, and she stepped inside alone. The moment they closed, her composure shattered. She gripped the railing, breathing hard, her reflection in the mirrored wall pale and unfamiliar.The elevator chimed softly as it reached the execut
Three days later The Cross Empire office buzzed with its usual chaotic energy, but inside the executive suite, the air had turned stagnant. Damian sat behind his mahogany desk, reviewing quarterly projections, yet the numbers blurred before his eyes. His focus was entirely on the notification that had just lit up his private phone.BREAKING NEWS: The Billion-Dollar Charade.Sources confirm the Cross-Carter marriage is a sham orchestrated to save the failing Carter Group. Leaked documents reveal a $5000 million debt payoff and a strict five-year expiration date.His jaw tightened until it ached. He stared at the screen, the words blinking back at him like daggers.“Who the hell—?” he muttered under his breath, his hand gripping the edge of the desk so hard his knuckles turned white.Evelyn, standing nearby with a stack of reports, hesitated. She had never seen him look this murderous. “Sir?”“Someone leaked the contract,” Damian said, his voice low and vibrating with danger. “Someone
The glass doors of Cross Empire slid open, and a hush fell over the lobby.Usually, when Damian Cross walked into the building, the temperature seemed to drop ten degrees. Employees would scramble to look busy, straightening ties and burying their noses in files, terrified of catching the CEO’s icy glare.But today, the atmosphere was… different.Damian walked in with a stride that was less predatory and more confident, his suit jacket unbuttoned, his hand resting firmly, possessively, on the small of Aria’s back.They were murmuring to each other."Stop it," Aria whispered, a flush rising on her cheeks as they walked toward the private elevator. "Everyone is staring.""Let them stare," Damian replied, not lowering his voice. He guided her into the elevator, his thumb stroking the fabric of her blouse. "Let them see that the Ice King actually has a heart."A collective gasp seemed to ripple through the lobby as the elevator doors closed. The receptionists exchanged wide-eyed glances.
Simon Levi ReactsSimon Levi was in the middle of a board meeting when his phone vibrated.He didn’t look at it immediately.The room was glass and steel, filled with men twice his age talking numbers, mergers, timelines. Simon listened with half an ear, his expression unreadable, fingers steepled calmly on the table.The phone vibrated again.That annoyed him.He glanced down.Vivienne Carter: I just broke up with my boyfriend.For a brief second—just one—Simon’s jaw tightened.Then he stood.“Gentlemen,” he said smoothly, buttoning his suit jacket, “continue without me. I’ll review the minutes.”No one questioned him. They never did.He walked out, straight into the private elevator, doors sliding shut behind him. Only then did he reread the message.Once.Twice.A slow smile curved his lips.“So,” he murmured, more to himself than anyone else, “you finally made a choice.”He typed back immediately.Simon: I was beginning to wonder how long you’d keep me waiting.Three dots appeared







