LOGIN(Jemima's POV)I watched Khalid leave with his grandmother.The moment they disappeared through the doorway, one of the maids placed a plate of breakfast in front of me.I stared at it.I suddenly didn't feel hungry anymore.There was something about this family.The tension in the room was almost suffocating.It was obvious there was no love between Khalid and his father's wife, and whatever relationship existed between them was definitely complicated."Have your breakfast," Priya said with a smile.I looked at her. "Thank you." I smiled back.But my smile didn't reach my eyes.I could feel the hostility coming from her.And honestly?I wasn't afraid.If they wanted trouble, they would get it.I wasn't going to sit quietly and let anyone disrespect me just because I was the new wife.Especially not her.And then I remembered something.I saw her son with Khalid at the company yesterday.No wonder Khalid had practically pushed me out of his office the moment he saw me.He obviously kn
Khalid's POV I walked into the family mansion with Jemima beside me, and immediately, the maids started greeting me. "Good morning, sir." "Welcome home, Mr. Greyson." I nodded at them as we walked past, but I could already feel their eyes following us. Of course they were staring. It wasn't every day I brought a woman into the Greyson family mansion. And certainly not a woman whose hand was wrapped around my arm like she belonged there. Jemima stayed close to me, her fingers resting firmly around my arm as we walked through the hallway. I couldn't help the small smile that formed on my lips. This was my first time bringing a woman home. My wife. Even if our marriage was nothing more than a contract. Even if there were no real feelings involved. Even if I knew that after one year, we'd probably go our separate ways. Still, having her beside me gave me a strange feeling of pride. She was beautiful. Beautiful enough to make every person in this house stare. And for some
The next morning, Jemima woke with a headache so sharp it felt like someone had driven a nail straight through her temples. The second she opened her eyes, the light from the window stabbed at her, and the full memory of the night before rushed in—wine, the cellar, the way the room had spun, and then nothing clear after that.She groaned, pressing the heels of her hands on her eyes.She still had to be at work on time. Headache or no headache.She swung her legs out of bed, shoved her feet into a pair of flip-flops, and shuffled into the bathroom. The shower helped a little, hot water, steam, the simple act of washing last night off her skin. When she stepped out she dried off quickly and walked into the closet. She chose a pair of baggy blue pants that sat low on her hips, a short navy top that left a thin strip of skin visible at her waist, and her clean white sneakers. She brushed her hair out, then took a few minutes to put soft curls into the ends. Red lipstick went on last
(Chapter Sixteen)Khalid carried her into her room and lowered her onto the bed with care. Her body was soft and heavy against him, the thin nightie riding up slightly as he settled her against the pillows. He reached under her, found the phone she had been lying on, and set it carefully on the table beside the lamp. Then he pulled the duvet up over her, tucking it around her shoulders.Jemima’s eyes were half-open, glassy from the wine. She swallowed once, staring up at his face, and before he could step back she wrapped her arms around his neck and held onto him. Her grip was surprisingly strong for someone so drunk.Khalid's lips parted, and he swallowed the urge to do anything. “I hate you,” she said, the words soft and slurred but still filled with the same stubborn fire she always carried.“I know…” he started, but she cut him off.She pulled him down and kissed him.The kiss was sudden, messy, and deep. Her mouth opened and their tongues met almost immediately, sliding a
(Chapter Fifteen)Jemima left the company the second her last task was done. She avoided any small talk with the few colleagues who still tried to talk to her. Since she's closed, and the fact that she's Khalid's secretary. She was so tired, the exhaustion deep in her bones, it made her shoulders ache and her eyes sting, but money had a way of making people push past that.For the paycheck, she’d keep showing up, keep doing the work, keep swallowing whatever else came with it. After a year, she will make sure to divorce Khalid, by then she has to be financially stable.Nothing pissed her off more than the simple fact that she worked for Khalid. Her husband. The title still tasted wrong in her mouth. He didn’t pile the pressure on her the way some bosses might, he was careful about that, but it didn’t matter.She hated him anyway. She looked for the cracks in everything he did, the little faults she could pick at, the reasons to stay angry. She reached the mansion and walked straigh
Jemima sighed, working as her husband’s secretary felt like the cruelest joke fate could play on her. Their marriage was a secret, and Khalid used that secrecy like a weapon. Today alone, he had ordered her to print nearly five hundred pages and she is still at it. If she were ever given the chance to end his life, she was so sure she wouldn’t hesitate. The hatred she has for Khalid is increasing anytime she remembers the fact that she's married to him. She has never hated someone that much but well she hated this man. The telecom on her desk rang, snapping her out of her thoughts. Of course she thought it was Khalid calling. Jemima gritted her teeth before answering. “What the hell? Why are you calling me?” she snapped. “I’m really sorry, madam, but please… Can we talk about what happened yesterday?” the manager’s voice came through, sounding tense. Jemima hissed and dropped the phone back into its cradle. She wasn’t interested. People didn’t just end up in a restroom lik
(Prologue) Jemima thought he also cherished her unlike her friends, unaware that he was only using her to make money. She wasn't the type to expect grand gestures. She'd always been the nice girl people described with fake smiles and Lukewarm compliments. But Ryan chose her for two years and t
(Author's POV) The sun stranded through the window, brushing against her skin, but Jemima’s eyes stayed shut. She groaned softly before stretching her body, surprised at herself. It was the first time she’d slept this deeply since what happened between her and Davis. That's strange and shocki
CHAPTER FIVE (Jemima's POV) “Khalid...what are you doing?” I asked, my voice was too weak for the glare I forced onto my face. His hand moved with a swiftness I didn’t expect. He tugged at the belt of my robe, loosening it with one effortless pull. I gasped out loudly, clutching the fabric a
(CHAPTER FOUR) Jemima’s POV The window was my only friend tonight, since I had no one to talk to, I stood before it, my arms folded, staring into the starless sky as if it could give me peace. The night breeze slipped into the room, soft and cool, teasing strands of my hair and brushing them a







