LOGINThe 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.Back in the private jet, silence filled the space between Karen and Henry.Karen sat by the window, fingers tracing the edge of a champagne glass, mind racing with thoughts. The gala had gone perfectly on the surface. But she’d seen the way Jace watched her. And how Delilah’s name still echoed in the media.Henry leaned back in his seat, reviewing files on his tablet. Sharp. Focused. Cold.“You’re quiet,” he said without looking up.“I’m thinking.”“About him?”She turned to him, surprised. “No. About what’s next.”Henry finally looked at her. “Good. Because things are about to get ugly.”Meanwhile, back in the cityDelilah sat in her car, watching Karen’s apartment from a distance. She lit a cigarette with shaking fingers.“She’s rising too fast,” she muttered.“Maybe because she earned it?” Lila said beside her, filing her nails.Delilah snapped. “Watch your mouth.”But even Lila could see it Delilah was unraveling.And worse?Karen’s father had been distant lately. Ever since Henry
Milan.The city buzzed with elegance, style, and secrets tucked behind every flashing camera. The Frost name was whispered at every corner of the gala venue half in awe, half in fear.Karen stepped out of the sleek black car first, her silk emerald gown hugging her frame like it was made for this exact moment. Heads turned. Cameras clicked. And then came Henry.Tall. Cold. Unapologetically powerful in a custom black suit that matched his aura.He offered his arm.Karen took it.Inside, the atmosphere shifted as they entered the ballroom chandeliers glittered, music floated through the air, and the world seemed to pause.Whispers followed them.“Is that the girl from the scandal?”“She’s stunning…”“They look real.”Karen kept her head high, smile soft but untouchable.Henry leaned close. “You’re owning this.”“I learned from the best,” she said, voice barely above a whisper.But this wasn't just about image. This was a statement.Evelyn had helped plan this appearance, knowing it woul
Karen stood in the expansive kitchen of Henry’s private estate, staring blankly at her untouched coffee. The silence in the house was different now. It wasn’t cold it was tense. Like everything was too quiet before a storm. Mia walked in, barefoot. “You haven’t blinked in like… two minutes. What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” Karen gave her a tired look. “Just… thinking.” “About Henry or the fact that your stepmother’s been too quiet for the last 48 hours?” Mia asked, grabbing a croissant like she owned the place. “Both.” Before they could speak further, Evelyn’s voice echoed faintly from the living room. The matriarch had dropped by unannounced, of course and was currently on the phone giving orders like she still ran half the Frost empire. Mia whistled. “That woman scares me in the most elegant way.” Karen smirked, but her smile faded as her thoughts returned to Jace’s recent appearance and the doubt he planted in her head. A small part of her had begun to q
Henry didn’t speak much during breakfast. He read through reports with the same intensity he used to silence boardrooms. Karen, still adjusting to the quiet luxury of his private estate, watched him over her mug of coffee.It was strange living with a man who could destroy reputations with a phone call, but who now asked if she wanted pancakes or toast."You're staring," he said, not looking up.Karen blinked. "I'm just processing.""What?""You. Like this. Calm. Domestic."He finally looked at her, one brow raised. "I’m never calm. I’m calculating."She gave him a small smile. "Right. CEO stuff."Before he could reply, his phone buzzed. His jaw clenched.“Speak,” he answered coldly.Karen listened in silence as Henry’s tone grew icier. Someone had leaked internal numbers. Someone from his company.After the call, he stood. No emotion. Just that terrifying calm.“I’ll be at Frost Corp. today,” he said.Karen nodded. “Trouble?”He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Nothing
After the intense board meeting, Henry headed straight to the Frost estate’s private lounge a room reserved only for family and a few trusted allies. Seated there was his grandmother, Evelyn Frost, the matriarch of the Frost empire. Her sharp eyes met his the moment he entered. “You look like you just survived a war,” she said dryly, patting the velvet armchair beside her. Henry allowed himself a rare smirk before sinking down. “Some days are worse than others.” Evelyn studied him for a moment. “You carry that coldness well, but don’t forget even ice melts with the right touch.” He glanced at her, eyebrows raised. “You mean Karen?” She chuckled softly. “Yes. She’s the one who’s thawing your edges. But you can’t let her be your weakness. That woman, Delilah, will test you like no boardroom adversary ever could.” Henry’s jaw tightened. “I’m ready for her.” Evelyn nodded approvingly. “Good. But remember, Henry, power isn’t just about crushing your enemies. It’s about know
Henry’s office was a fortress of glass and steel, cold and intimidating just like him. He sat behind the massive desk, eyes fixed on the glowing screens displaying Delilah’s every move. He wasn’t just going to fight back; he was going to win. Hard. Pulling up files, emails, and social feeds, Henry began piecing together Delilah’s hidden skeletons the secrets she thought were buried deep. Every bit of dirt he could find would become ammunition. He tapped his phone. “Get me the best private investigators. No mistakes.” Turning to Karen, who stood silently in the doorway, he said, “This isn’t just about protection anymore. It’s war.” Karen’s jaw tightened. “Then let’s make sure she knows she picked the wrong fight.” Henry’s cold smirk was the only answer she needed. Henry’s gaze shifted from the screens to a sleek, unopened laptop on his desk reports, shareholder emails, and quarterly forecasts piling up. The company was in the middle of a high-stakes merger, and every seco







