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Chapter 95

Penulis: Maya Adams
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-06-07 18:44:23

Emilia

There are moments in life when time doesn’t just slow down, it freezes. This was one of them.

I stood there, just inside the front door, the handle still gripped in my hand, staring at my husband and the woman beside him. He hadn’t even looked up. Neither had she. They were so wrapped up in each other’s conversation, in whatever moment they were sharing, that my existence might as well have been a gust of wind passing through the hallway.

Now, most women, normal women, would flip a table, throw a vase, raise hell. But I wasn’t raised to be basic. I wasn’t just a wife. I was Emilia.

And if there’s one thing I knew how to do, better than anyone else, it was keep my head high and my crown on straight.

So, I let the door close softly behind me. I gave myself a second to inhale, then pasted on the most dazzling, painfully perfect smile I could summon. The kind of smile that looked beautiful in photos but held venom underneath.

My heels clicked loudly against the hardwood floor as I
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  • One Night Stand With Mr.. President   Chapter 95

    EmiliaThere are moments in life when time doesn’t just slow down, it freezes. This was one of them.I stood there, just inside the front door, the handle still gripped in my hand, staring at my husband and the woman beside him. He hadn’t even looked up. Neither had she. They were so wrapped up in each other’s conversation, in whatever moment they were sharing, that my existence might as well have been a gust of wind passing through the hallway.Now, most women, normal women, would flip a table, throw a vase, raise hell. But I wasn’t raised to be basic. I wasn’t just a wife. I was Emilia.And if there’s one thing I knew how to do, better than anyone else, it was keep my head high and my crown on straight.So, I let the door close softly behind me. I gave myself a second to inhale, then pasted on the most dazzling, painfully perfect smile I could summon. The kind of smile that looked beautiful in photos but held venom underneath.My heels clicked loudly against the hardwood floor as I

  • One Night Stand With Mr.. President   Chapter 94

    EmiliaI folded my arms across my chest and stared at her, waiting. The silence in the room was thick, and I was already annoyed that she had the nerve to sit there like she was the one who owned the place.“I’m going to ask again,” I said slowly, my tone clipped but calm. “What are you doing here, Melanie? What do you want?”She didn’t answer right away.Instead, she tilted her head slightly and scanned me, actually scanned me, from the crown of my freshly styled hair to the tips of my nude heels. Her eyes paused briefly on the small but noticeable bump under my blouse.My fingers twitched. “You done?”She smiled faintly, one of those tight, awkward smiles that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “You’ve done pretty well for yourself, haven’t you?”I blinked. Then I let out a short, dry laugh. “Oh, no, don’t flatter me, Melanie. It’s far too early in the day for that.”She shrugged like she didn’t care, then crossed her legs. “Well, I’m just saying. You’re married to Richard Kane, running m

  • One Night Stand With Mr.. President   Chapter 73

    Emilia’s POVThere was a moment of silence before I cleared my throat gently, standing from Richard’s chair and adjusting my blazer. The room turned their attention toward me like dominos. Every single pair of eyes locked onto me, including the three blank-faced statues from across the table.Time to make magic.“I think it’s safe to say,” I began, my voice clear and relaxed, “that if we keep speaking in corporate tongue for the next twenty minutes, we’re all going to either fall asleep or start faking emergencies to escape.”A few chuckles echoed softly from the far end of the room. Not bad. A good start. I flicked my eyes toward one of the Chinese clients, his expression didn’t change. Not even a twitch in his cheek.Tough crowd.“So let’s cut the crap,” I added, smiling sweetly. “You already have the proposal in front of you. You know the numbers. You know the reach. You know our track record. If you didn’t like us, you wouldn’t be sitting here pretending to be statues.”One of the

  • One Night Stand With Mr.. President   Chapter 72

    Emilia’s POVI leaned back in the plush leather chair, fingers lightly drumming the armrest, my legs crossed under the conference table. My eyes squinted, not from the glaring fluorescent lights or the giant projector screen across the room, but from the sheer amusement bubbling up inside me.How was I supposed to take this meeting seriously?I mean… come on.Across the long mahogany table sat three of the Chinese delegates we’d been trying to impress for weeks now. Tall, lean, sharply dressed, and so painfully expressionless, it was like looking at a lineup of mannequins from a business museum. Stone-faced. Eyes slightly narrowed. Hands folded neatly on the table. No blinking. No smiling. No nods of acknowledgment. Not even a twitch.And here we were,our poor, overprepared junior staff member practically tap dancing for them.My lips twitched.She was presenting a revised proposal for our logistics partnership. The one we’d already gone through, revised, edited again, packaged in new

  • One Night Stand With Mr.. President   Chapter 71

    Emilia’s POVI blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. My eyes felt like sandpaper. I rubbed them with both hands, groaning quietly at how heavy they still felt. No use trying to go back to sleep, I was already too awake for that.With another sigh, I swung my legs off the bed and stood up slowly, hands automatically moving to support my lower back. The ache had become familiar now. Persistent but manageable. I shuffled toward the mirror, dragging my fuzzy slippers across the polished floor like some grumpy old woman.Once I stood in front of the mirror, I tilted my head to the side dramatically, studying the reflection that looked back at me with just the right amount of sarcasm.“Wow,” I muttered, raising my brows. “You’re really thriving, huh?”My hair looked like it had hosted a war and lost. My nose had decided to double in size for no good reason, my eyes were puffy, and the dark circles underneath them could've passed for

  • One Night Stand With Mr.. President   Chapter Seventy

    Richard’s POVThe soft clink of the glass echoed slightly as I placed it gently on the polished counter of the grand piano. My fingers moved across the keys again, slow and steady, as if the melody could pull all the lingering weight from my shoulders. The room was dim, lit only by the soft amber glow of the chandelier and the occasional flicker from the fireplace in the corner. The warmth inside contrasted with the chill whispering against the windowpanes.I wasn’t playing anything specific. Just something that came to me. Something quiet, gentle, almost melancholic. My fingers danced slowly, thoughtfully, like each note had its own memory attached to it. The wine, aged and bold, coated my tongue, and the music calmed my mind.Alone.That was rare these days, and maybe that’s why I was savoring it.Emilia was upstairs. Probably curled up beneath the covers, fast asleep. She’d had a long day. Long week, really. Pregnancy wasn’t easy, and I admired her more with each passing day for ho

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