The morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting warm stripes across the sleek office where Karen sat, reviewing reports with a new sense of purpose.
Henry entered, carrying two coffees the first small gesture of routine between them. “Ready for today?” he asked, setting a cup beside her. Karen nodded, feeling a quiet confidence. “More than ever.” Their partnership had shifted from a chance business deal to something deeper, more complicated. But with every meeting, every challenge, they learned to balance ambition with vulnerability. Karen knew the road ahead wouldn’t be easy but for the first time, she wasn’t walking it alone. The weeks that followed tested Karen in ways she never expected. Meetings stretched late into the night, strategies shifted on a dime, and the pressure to prove herself never eased. But Henry was there not just as a boss, but as a partner. One afternoon, as they prepared for a critical presentation, Henry caught her staring at the data sheets, frustration creeping in. “Don’t overthink it,” he said softly. “You’ve got this.” Karen smiled, grateful. “Thanks. I needed that.” Their eyes met, and for a moment, the business world fell away. But reality pulled them back the boardroom awaited. As they stepped into the spotlight together, Karen realized this was more than a job. It was the start of something neither of them had planned a new beginning, both in business and in their hearts. The presentation was a success. Karen’s ideas impressed the board, and Henry’s quiet support made all the difference. Afterward, in the quiet of Henry’s office, they shared a rare moment of victory. “You’ve proven yourself,” Henry said, his voice softer than usual. Karen smiled, feeling a mix of pride and relief. “Couldn’t have done it without you.” He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “We make a good team.” Their eyes locked, the line between work and something more blurring further. Karen knew challenges awaited corporate politics, gossip, and Henry’s own guarded heart. But for now, she allowed herself to believe in this new beginning. Days turned into nights filled with strategy sessions and shared laughter, slowly melting the icy walls Henry had built around himself. Karen found herself caught between worlds the high stakes of corporate power plays and the unexpected tenderness of their growing bond. One evening, after a long day, Henry surprised her with a simple gesture a takeout dinner in his office. “We don’t always have to be perfect,” he said, breaking bread together. Karen smiled, savoring the moment. “Sometimes, imperfect is exactly what we need.” But beneath the surface, both knew challenges loomed old wounds, jealous rivals, and the risk of losing everything they’d fought for. Still, they faced it together, determined to rewrite the rules of business and love. Late that evening, as the city lights flickered outside the window, Henry and Karen sat side by side in his office, sharing a quiet meal. The tension of the day finally softened between them. “I never thought I’d find someone who gets me,” Henry admitted, breaking the silence. Karen reached out, touching his hand gently. “We all need someone. Even the coldest hearts.” But the moment was fragile. Karen knew the corporate world wouldn’t be kind. Rumors would spread, and not everyone would accept their partnership professional or personal. “Are you ready for what’s coming?” she asked quietly. Henry’s jaw tightened. “I don’t have a choice.” Together, they faced the storm looming on the horizon two unlikely allies fighting not just for success, but for the chance to be more than what the world expected. The next morning, the office buzzed with whispers. Karen caught a few sideways glances, some skeptical, others openly curious. The news of her close ties to Henry had spread faster than she expected. At the board meeting, subtle tensions surfaced. A senior executive, Mr. Collins, cleared his throat. “Ms. Blake, while your ideas show promise, some may question the professionalism of mixing business with personal matters.” Karen held her ground. “I’m here to deliver results. My personal life won’t interfere with that.” Henry’s voice cut through the room, calm but firm. “Karen is an asset to this company. End of discussion.” The room fell silent, but Karen could feel the weight of the battle ahead. After the meeting, just as the dust began to settle, Henry received a call he hadn’t expected. His grandmother. “Henry,” her voice rang firm and sharp through the speaker, “I heard about the rumors at the company. You need to come home. Now.” He sighed. “It’s nothing I can’t handle.” “You may not care what people say, but this family’s name does. I’ll see you tomorrow.” The line went dead. That night, Henry sat in his office, staring out at the skyline. Karen knocked gently before stepping in. “You okay?” “My grandmother wants to see me. She heard about… us.” Karen’s expression fell. “Do you want me to step back?” He looked at her, firm. “No. But she’s old-fashioned. She built the Frost legacy with her own hands, and she’ll question anyone who threatens it.” Karen nodded. “Then I’ll face her too.” Henry raised a brow. “You sure?” She smiled. “I don’t run from storms. I walk through them.” And just like that, a new chapter waited beyond the boardroom, beyond the city. Back home, where reputations were everything… and love would be tested in ways neither of them were ready for.The next morning, Karen woke up to two things: the smell of fresh coffee and her name trending on social media again. But this time, it wasn’t scandal.It was power.“Karen Blake reportedly shuts down smear campaign with silent class while Henry Frost allegedly pulls strings behind the scenes.”She blinked at the headline, then turned to find Henry standing at the kitchen island, sleeves rolled, phone in one hand, coffee in the other.He didn’t even look up. “I told you. They bark, we bite.”Karen smirked. “You’re enjoying this.”“I don’t enjoy mess,” he said flatly. “But I enjoy watching people choke on their own lies.”Her phone buzzed again. A message from Mia:Mia: “Girl. Are you seeing these comments? You’re literally getting called the queen of silent revenge. I stan.”Karen chuckled under her breath.But before she could respond, Henry tossed her a set of keys.“What’s this?” she asked.“Your apartment? Not safe anymore. You’re moving into a secured place. I’ve already had it s
Karen sat in the sleek, minimalist lounge of Frost Enterprises, her fingers tapping nervously on the armrest. The atmosphere was tense, the kind that made even the air feel heavy. She glanced at her phone, the screen displaying a flurry of notifications photoshopped images of Henry and Delilah, headlines questioning her credibility, and comments that stung more than she cared to admit.Henry entered, his presence commanding as always. He held a tablet, swiping through the same images that had flooded Karen's feed."They're trying to paint a narrative, one where you're the unstable one, and Delilah is the victim."Karen looked up, her eyes meeting his. "And what do we do about it?"Henry's jaw tightened. "We control the narrative."He handed her the tablet, now displaying a draft of a press release. "We're going public with the truth. The fake emails, the doctored photos, all of it."Karen read through the document, her heart pounding. "This will expose everything."Henry nodded. "It's
Karen woke up to the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the penthouse. She stretched, feeling the plush sheets beneath her, and smiled. For a moment, the chaos of the previous day felt like a distant memory.She padded into the kitchen, finding Henry already dressed, sipping his coffee while scrolling through his tablet and then she sat on the couch, wearing Henry’s ridiculously oversized hoodie and sipping iced coffee like it was her last source of sanity. Her phone was buzzing non-stop.Mia: “Girl, why is Jace suddenly popping up everywhere like a glitch in the Matrix?”Karen rolled her eyes and texted back: “Because the universe is toxic.”Henry walked in, tossing a file on the coffee table. “Found something. Jace’s sudden reappearance? Delilah’s backing him. Fully.”Karen didn’t even look up. “Shocking. Truly.”He sat across from her. “They’ve got something they think will break you. Or us. But they don’t know who they’re messing with.”Karen narrowed her eyes. “I d
The elevator ride up to Henry’s penthouse felt unusually quiet. Karen stood beside him, heels in hand now, her shopping bags slung over one shoulder, her mind still buzzing from the mall encounter and that phone call. Henry looked over, one brow slightly raised. “You really enjoy messing with my accounts, don’t you?” Karen smirked. “It’s not about the money. It’s the principle. I needed those heels for emotional healing.” “You could’ve bought the store.” “Maybe next week.” The doors slid open. The penthouse was dark except for the city lights pouring in through the glass walls. Karen dropped her bags on the couch, walked barefoot into the kitchen, and grabbed a bottle of champagne. Henry leaned against the counter, watching her. “I didn’t expect this life,” she said suddenly, popping the cork. “Any of it. You. Them. This.” He said nothing. She poured two glasses and passed him one. “Do you ever get tired of being cold?” Henry studied her. “No. Cold keeps people out.” “But
Karen sat on the edge of Henry’s desk, staring out at the skyline. The city looked calm but her life? A full-on battlefield.“I still can’t believe how fast that went down,” she muttered, arms crossed.Henry, standing by the bar in the corner, poured a drink with his usual ice-cold precision. “Fast is good. Gives them less time to wiggle out.”She turned to him. “You don’t even look phased. You just ended her.”He handed her a glass. “I don’t flinch for snakes.”Karen gave a half-smile. “I forget how cold you really are.”“Don’t forget,” he said, voice low. “It’s why you’re still standing.”Before she could answer, his phone buzzed.He checked it, brows drawing low.“What?” Karen asked.“Jace is pushing an article to the press. Twisting the Delilah mess like you orchestrated it to climb your way to the top.”Karen’s stomach turned. “Of course he is.”Henry didn’t hesitate. He tapped something on his phone. “He wants war. I’ll give him one.”TJust then, Evelyn burst into the office n
Karen didn’t sleep that night.She sat on the balcony, hair tied back, eyes fixed on the skyline as the weight of Henry’s words sank in. Geneva. Her mother. Her blood. Secrets buried beneath ice and gold.By morning, she was done waiting.“I want answers,” she said as Henry sipped his coffee.“You’ll get them,” he replied, meeting her eyes. “Come with me.”They drove out of the city, past the Frost Towers and gated estates, until the road narrowed into woods. Eventually, they stopped in front of a small cabin remote, modern, fortified.Inside, Henry unlocked a panel behind a bookshelf. A hidden room. Computers. Files. Photos.And in the center, a folder stamped: Project Null.Karen’s heart thudded as she opened it.Medical records.Blood samples.Her name. Her mother’s.Then, another file dated back years.Subject 03- Zora Blake. Status: Protective custody. Frost-linked lineage confirmed. Biological donor: H. Frost Sr.Karen’s breath hitched. “My mom was involved with your grandfather