Kourtneyâs resolve cracked. She pouted her lips like a baby who needed some petting then threw her arms around his neck.âHubby, Iâm fine. Itâs just that⊠That family⊠theyâre not worth it. I donât want to ruin our day with their drama.âShe pressed herself against his solid chest in a coquettish manner.âOhh! That's it?â Sebastian chuckled.His strong arms encircled her waist, cradling her. And before she could say another word, he lifted her off the ground, twirling her around like she weighed nothing.Kourtney squealed, her laughter bubbling out as he twirled her around the room. Her brown hair bounced, and for a moment, she felt like a little girl again, free, light, adored.âSebastian! Put me down!â she gasped between laughs, her hands gripping his shoulders.She was starting to feel dizzy after about half a minute of his twirling.He slowed down. âLetâs do something fun today. Forget the world. Just you and me.âIt was a Friday and they had both stayed at home from work. Perhaps
Margaretâs lips trembled, but she forced a weak nod. Sheâd called Kourtney dozens of times, leaving voicemails that went unanswered.âIâll keep trying mother.ââOh yes. Try! That's all you're good at!â Florence was harsh with her words but she didn't give a damn.Kourtney hated them now and they probably deserved it. But right now, she didnât care about guilt or apologies. She cared about power, and Kourtney was their key to it.Her marriage to Sebastian shouldâve catapulted the Allen Corporation to new heights. She was supposed to be their golden ticket, but she had turned her back on them.Why must the Allen Corporation suffer by remaining where it was before and even after her marriage to the richest man in Melbourne?Wouldn't that be a shame?Wouldn't their enemies make a mockery and caricature of them?The room fell silent, the weight of Florenceâs disappointment crushing them all.This feels more like a battleground than a family meeting.The Allens had gathered for this meeting
Sebastian set his coffee down, his mind already racing with this bright new idea.Why not build her an event management company? Her own brand, her own rules.He could see it now⊠the vision.Kourtneyâs very own empire, built from the ground up, with her name in lights. The thought sent a thrill through him, his possessive instincts flaring. He was a man of action, and once an idea took root, he didnât wait.âJamie!â he called, his deep voice cutting through the silence of his office.Jamie, always ready and waiting for his next task quickly came through the door, tablet in hand. âYes, sir?ââGet me the contact for that real estate guy, the one who found the downtown estate last month. I need a prime location for a new business venture. And call my lawyer, tell him to start drafting papers for a company under my wifeâs name,â Sebastianâs tone was all business, but his eyes gleamed with excitement.This was going to be the ultimate surprise, a gift to show Kourtney how much he believed
Mrs. Langley leaned forward, her smile almost too bright. âWe also had a special fruit platter brought in today. Would you like some, My Dear?ââAnd the pastries!â added Mr. Hargrove, pointing to a spread of croissants and Danishes. âFresh from that bakery you like⊠Le Paris, right?âKourtneyâs jaw nearly dropped.How do they know her favorite bakery?âThatâs⊠Thatâs⊠so thoughtful. Thank you.â Mr. Thompson adjusted his glasses, beaming. âWe also had the roomâs air freshened just for you. Lavender, I believe, is your scent?âKourtneyâs cheeks burned hotter.Okay, this is next-level.Theyâre falling over themselves to impress her. And itâs all because of Sebastian.Even Mr. Carter, the usually stoic marketing director, kept smiling at her, almost showing all 36 of his teeth. He stared at her like she was the Queen of England.It was laughable.Mr. Hargrove cleared his throat, drawing back her attention. âKourt⊠Uhm⊠Mrs Woods. If I may⊠we called you here for a reason. Your work on th
Kourtney pulled back, her eyes flicking between them, and she felt a pang in her chest. They were treating her differently already and she could feel her smile faltering. The rest of the office was still clapping, their voices overlapping with praise.âKourtney, that gala was unreal! The way you pulled it off? Pure genius,â Jenna, another colleague who used to be among those who always antagonized her said with fake admiration.âYouâre a legend,â added Tom, the IT guy, nodding like heâd just met a celebrity. âSkylineâs never had anything like it.âKourtney nodded politely, but her mind was spinning. She was not dumb. And she certainly wasn't naive. A month ago, half of them barely said hi to her.They were not praising only because she killed the Silverstone⊠it was also because they now know about her new identity. It left a little bitter taste in her mouth.She glanced around, catching the nervous smiles, the way some of them avoided her eyes like they were scared of saying the wron
She flashed a bright smile, waving at the crowd, and the screams grew deafening. The paparazzi, âactual paparazziâ surged forward, their cameras flashing like a storm of lightning.âKourtney, over here!â one shouted.âGive us a smile, Kourtney!â another called.She turned slightly, striking a subtle pose without even thinking about it.Okay, maybe she was quickly getting the hang of this celebrity thing. Her bodyguards formed a tight circle around her, their faces stern and professional as they scanned the crowd. But she didnât feel caged, instead, Kourtney felt a rush of gratitude for them, and for Sebastian.She thought he might probably be watching this on some security feed right now, smirking like the possessive man he is. Her heart fluttered at the image.As she made her way toward the glass doors of Skyline Events, the bodyguards keeping the crowd at bay, she caught sight of her reflection in the buildingâs windows.She looked⊠different.Not just because of the outfit or how