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Chapter Sixteen

Penulis: Maya Adams
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-03-31 01:57:22
Emilia

The air was still thick with tension from Richard’s announcement. I could feel the weight of a hundred eyes on us, watching, whispering, speculating. But none of it mattered—not when Richard stood beside me, his hand resting protectively on my waist, his presence a shield against the storm.

The music had resumed, a slow, elegant tune filling the grand ballroom. The murmur of conversation was back, but there was an undeniable shift in the atmosphere.

Richard had claimed me in front of everyone. And now, the world saw me not just as Emilia, the once-forgotten fiancée of Jayden Turner, but as his wife.

And the mother of his child.

I wasn’t sure how to feel about it. My heart was still racing from the kiss he had given me earlier—possessive, deliberate, leaving no room for doubt about where we stood. Even now, my lips still tingled from the warmth of his touch, the sensation lingering like an unspoken promise.

I turned to look at him, expecting him to be scanning the room like he a
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  • One Night Stand With Mr.. President   Chapter Sixty-Five

    Emilia’s POVI sat there, frozen, eyes still locked on the television screen.The reporter’s voice felt like a drum in my head, repeating the same line in different ways.“...possible offshore accounts... funneling of funds through shell companies tied to extremist networks... Mr. Kane has yet to make a formal statement...”No. No, this can’t be happening.The Richard I know, my Richard, he isn’t capable of something like this. He doesn’t even entertain shady business deals, let alone anything as horrifying as this.I grabbed the remote and turned up the volume.A panel of analysts was already dissecting the situation.“We don’t want to jump to conclusions,” one man in a grey suit said, “but federal agencies wouldn’t move on someone

  • One Night Stand With Mr.. President   Chapter Sixty-Four

    Emilia’s POVThe moment Richard stepped out the door with the agents, it was like the air inside the house changed. It felt colder. He looked calm, like he had it under control, but me? I was anything but calm.I stood at the top of the stairs, gripping the railing so tight my knuckles turned white. I watched the swarm of agents walk through our home like they owned it. I heard radios clicking and agents speaking in hushed tones. One of them walked right past me, holding a laptop from Richard’s office. I didn’t even ask what they were doing. I couldn’t.I had never seen anything like this in my life. I wasn’t built for this kind of drama. This wasn’t some argument or office gossip. This was federal agents, warrants, and accusations I didn’t even understand.I sat down on the edge of the bed and just stared at the floor. My head was spinning. What does material support to terrorism even mean? Money laundering? Richard? That wasn’t the man I married. He was proud. Smart. Focused. He wou

  • One Night Stand With Mr.. President   Chapter Sixty-Three

    Richard’s POVThe cold helped, at least, for a while.I walked for nearly an hour before finally heading back to the mansion. The city was quiet at that time of night, only the occasional passing car and the low hum of traffic in the distance. But my mind? Still loud.As I stepped back into the building, I locked the door behind me and stood in the foyer for a moment, staring at the shadows stretching across the floor. I kicked off my shoes, loosened my coat, and walked into the living room. The silence of home should’ve brought peace, but tonight, it only deepened my suspicion.My mind was still racing from Trevor’s call about the breach. I needed answers, and not just from my IT team. I paced through the living room toward the bar cart, poured myself a single glass of scotch, and downed it in two sharp gulps.The burn in my throat cleared the last of the cold air out of my head. I reached for my phone, scrolling through contacts until I landed on one name: Marcus. I picked up my ph

  • One Night Stand With Mr.. President   Chapter Sixty-Two

    RichardThe two FBI agents didn’t waste time. As soon as we stepped into the quiet corridor, one of them gestured toward a side hallway.“This way, Mr. Kane. Mrs. Kane,” the female agent said, professional but firm.Emilia let out a low breath and nudged me with her elbow. “We should’ve just flown in your private jet,” she muttered. “None of this airport nonsense.”I glanced at her, a half-smirk tugging at my mouth despite the situation. “Noted for next time.”We followed the agents into a plain room with frosted glass panels and a long table at the center. There were no windows, just that stale, overly air-conditioned air and cold white lights humming above us. They shut the door behind us.“Please, have a seat,” Agent Wallace said, motioning to the chairs.“No, thanks,” I said, standing tall. “We’re not staying long.”The other agent, a woman with sharp eyes and dark hair tied back in a tight ponytail, stepped forward. “Mr. Kane, this is a federal matter. We’d like to speak to you—”

  • One Night Stand With Mr.. President   Chapter Sixty-One

    Emilia’s POVThe days after the expansion celebrations felt like a dream. Richard kept his word. No more meetings, no more stress. Just the two of us.The sun peeked over the turquoise water as Richard stretched on the balcony, coffee in hand. I joined him, tying my hair back.“Morning,” I said, slipping into the wicker chair beside him.He smiled, eyes soft. “Morning, Em. Did you sleep well?”I nodded, sipping coffee. “Like a log. The sound of waves is better than any lullaby.”Richard’s phone buzzed. He glanced at it, then back at me. “Our plan today: beach volleyball with the others, lunch at that seaside café, then maybe a stroll through the boardwalk market.”I grinned. “Sounds perfect.”“Jayden and Nora might be joining,” he warned, handing me the phone screen so I could see their confirmation message. “Hope that’s okay.”I shrugged, smiling. “It’ll be fine. Small world, right?”"How about we start with breakfast by the water?" Richard asked the morning after the event, tossing

  • One Night Stand With Mr.. President   Chapter Sixty

    RichardThe two FBI agents didn’t waste time. As soon as we stepped into the quiet corridor, one of them gestured toward a side hallway.“This way, Mr. Kane. Mrs. Kane,” the female agent said, professional but firm.Emilia let out a low breath and nudged me with her elbow. “We should’ve just flown in your private jet,” she muttered. “None of this airport nonsense.”I glanced at her, a half-smirk tugging at my mouth despite the situation. “Noted for next time.”We followed the agents into a plain room with frosted glass panels and a long table at the center. There were no windows, just that stale, overly air-conditioned air and cold white lights humming above us. They shut the door behind us.“Please, have a seat,” Agent Wallace said, motioning to the chairs.“No, thanks,” I said, standing tall. “We’re not staying long.”The other agent, a woman with sharp eyes and dark hair tied back in a tight ponytail, stepped forward. “Mr. Kane, this is a federal matter. We’d like to speak to you—”

  • One Night Stand With Mr.. President    Chapter Fifty-Nine

    EmiliaThe party was tonight.Miami lights sparkled outside the hotel window as I stood in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting the last piece of my outfit. For tonight, I didn’t want to look just beautiful—I wanted to look unforgettable.My dress was deep emerald green, the kind of color that looked like it belonged in luxury magazines. It hugged every inch of me in the best way. The fabric was smooth and soft, like silk had fallen in love with my skin. It had a high neckline but one bold feature—a slit running up one side of my leg, stopping dangerously close to my upper thigh. Just enough to make a statement. The back dipped low, showing off just a hint of skin, and the sleeves were off-the-shoulder, resting gently against my arms.I’d chosen a sleek, pulled-back hairstyle. My thick dark hair was parted to the side and twisted into a low chignon bun, soft curls falling on one side to frame my face. A few loose strands had been curled and pinned in a way that made it look effo

  • One Night Stand With Mr.. President   Chapter Fifty-Eight

    Emilia’s POVAfter the clients departed and the echo of chairs scraping against the floor faded, I gathered my notes and tucked them into my portfolio. The meeting had gone flawlessly—certainly nothing like the chaos and whispers that had filled the bar days ago. I felt a surge of pride as I slid the folder closed. My gaze drifted across the polished table to see Elena lingering near the door.She’d chosen her moment perfectly. I didn’t have to search for her; she approached me with that practiced grace, like a swan gliding across still water. But beneath the composed surface, I knew she was more like a shark—beautiful, relentless, and ready to strike.Elena striding toward me with that fake smile plastered across her face—the kind that screams “I’m pretending to be sweet but I’m secretly hoping you trip in heels.” I stayed rooted in place, head high, hands calmly folded in front of me. Let her come."Emilia," she said, voice light and syrupy, like we were old friends catching up at b

  • One Night Stand With Mr.. President   Chapter Sixty-Seven

    Emilia’s POVThe suite was quiet after Richard left. He had told me he needed to step out for a bit, something about taking a quick call with a client. I nodded, trying not to seem too eager to finally be alone. Not because I didn’t want him around, but because I needed this moment to think… and talk.As soon as the door clicked shut behind him, I picked up my phone and dialed Bae.She picked up after the second ring. “Emilia! I was just about to call you. Tell me everything—how’s Miami been treating ya? How’s the food? Did you wear that yellow dress?”I let out a small laugh. Just hearing her voice already made me feel lighter. “ You sound like it's your first time asking me that question. Miami’s… beautiful. But that’s not why I’m calling.”Her voice changed instantly. “What happened?”I got up and walked over to the small couch, lowering myself onto it. “Something’s off, Bae. Really off. You remember that Nora girl I told you about? Richard’s ex?”“The one who was practically gluin

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