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Chapter Twenty-Five

Author: Maya Adams
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-07 00:59:50

Emilia

I had just woken up to find myself alone. All alone in Richard's office. My head was throbbing really hard, and my eyes felt very heavy and weak. It was probably due to the pregnancy and the stress that followed from everything that has been going on. I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes and my temples as I tried to shake off the dizziness.

I stood up slowly and carefully, the room was still spinning a little around me. I had no idea where Richard had gone to. I hadn’t heard him leave as I was fast asleep on the couch. As I walked towards the door, a sharp pain suddenly shot through my lower abdomen. I froze, gasping a little from the sudden discomfort. I placed my hand on my stomach instinctively, and the pain seemed to linger on for a second before it faded away just as quickly as it had come. What the hell was that?

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. The baby was okay. I was okay. It just had to be all the combines stress. That’s all it was. I wasn’t used to feeling so
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    EmiliaI opened my eyes to the low beeping of a monitor and the strong scent of antiseptic. My body ached, my throat felt dry, but I was breathing. I was safe. That realization alone brought tears to my eyes.“Hey…” Richard’s voice came from beside me.I turned my head slowly. He looked like hell, red eyes, stubble, his shirt wrinkled and half-buttoned. But the second our eyes met, his entire face softened.“You’re awake,” he said, letting out a breath like he’d been holding it the whole night. “God, Emilia…”“You look like you haven’t slept in weeks,” I croaked, giving him a weak smile.“I haven’t,” he said, his voice cracking a little.I squeezed his hand. “Babies?”“They’re okay,” he replied, nodding. “Strong heartbeats. Doctors said you’re lucky… and stubborn.”“Sounds about right.”He let out a soft laugh, then leaned down and kissed the back of my hand. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly.I frowned. “For what?”“For not believing you,” he said. “About Serena. About everything. You tol

  • One Night Stand With Mr.. President   121

    RichardI was at my office, barely holding myself together, when Marcus rushed in. He didn’t speak, just handed me a tablet. I tapped play. And there she was.Emilia. Leaving her apartment building... no, not leaving. Being dragged.Jayden had her by the arm. Forceful. Her expression, terrified.He shoved her into his car like she was nothing. Like she didn’t matter. Like she wasn’t the mother of my children.My hands trembled so bad, I nearly crushed the tablet.I stood up. “Where was this taken?”“Yesterday” Marcus said. “That was the last ping from her phone. His car hasn’t registered on any tolls since.”I paced, mind racing.“Get every unit we have. Private team. Police. Federal if we have to.”“Already on it,” Marcus replied. “But there’s more.”I stopped. “More?”“We traced the money Jayden’s been using. It didn’t come from him.”I stared.“It came from your family. Your uncle’s accounts.”My chest burned.“No. No way.”Marcus nodded slowly. “We double-checked. It wasn’t just h

  • One Night Stand With Mr.. President   120

    EmiliaI hadn’t used my real name in weeks.The mailbox outside read “Elise Carter,” a name I made up on the spot when I signed the lease. The apartment was small, tucked above a bookstore, hidden from the chaos of the world I used to live in. I wanted silence. Solitude. A chance to just breathe without someone breathing down my neck, watching me, judging me.But peace doesn’t come easy when your past keeps knocking.Jayden. God, I was so tired of his name popping up on my screen.I had my phone on silent these days, only checking it a few times a day, mostly to keep an eye out for any message from Richard. But all I ever found were long-winded texts from Jayden. Paragraphs begging. Pleading. Then demanding. Then threatening.“You’re still my fiancée in spirit.”“You’re only with him because you got pregnant.”“Richard doesn’t love you. He never did.”“He let his family walk all over you. And now he’s doing it too.”At first, I blocked his number. Then he showed up at the florist down

  • One Night Stand With Mr.. President   119

    RichardI hadn’t really slept in weeks. Not properly, anyway. A few hours here and there, always with my phone clutched in my hand like it was the last lifeline to Emilia. It's been 29 days since she left.Her name still sat at the top of my text thread. All blue on my side. No replies. Not one.Sometimes I’d just stare at the screen, re-reading the last messages. The short, final ones. I’m done. I need space. Don’t contact me.I contacted her anyway. Every night.The office was too quiet. The house, even quieter. I kept the TV on in the background just so I wouldn’t go insane from the silence.Marcus, my investigator, had been working around the clock but still had nothing concrete. A few possible addresses. A few leads. All dead ends.Meanwhile, Serena hovered around like some ghost with a permanent smile. Cooking in my kitchen, waiting in my office, lingering a little too close.I sat down in the living room, thinking, when she came.“Thought you could use something to calm your ne

  • One Night Stand With Mr.. President   118

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  • One Night Stand With Mr.. President   117

    RichardI sat back in the sleek leather chair, the kind that creaked only when you leaned too far, arms folded casually as Ryan scrolled through a few documents laid out between us. His office had a sharp edge to it, clean, modern, a little too symmetrical. The kind of place that says “I mean business” without a word being spoken. It almost reminded me of my own space back at Kane Group, only less intimidating and more... curated.Ryan leaned forward, tapping his pen on the architectural renderings of the resort project. “So... an island resort?” he said with an amused smirk, lifting his brows like I’d just suggested building a mansion on the moon. “That’s wild, man.”I chuckled, pulling the file toward me. “You think so?”“I mean, yeah,” he said. “Don’t get me wrong, it’s genius. But it’s also... unexpected.”I leaned back again, relaxing a little. “Let’s just say it’s a little secret I’m working on.”Ryan tilted his head slightly, clearly intrigued. “Secret, huh?”“It’s a gift.”“A

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