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Chapter Twenty-Nine
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One Night Stand With Mr.. President   Chapter Thirty
EmiliaThe time was exactly 7 pm when our car came to a smooth halt in front of the venue. Richard opened the door and came out first, then he turned and calmly reached out his hand to me. I placed my hand on his, giving a small sigh as I stepped out into the cool night air.We arrived veru early at The Golden Crown Hotel and Towers, one of the most luxurious hotels in the city. It stood tall and elegant, its glass walls shimmering right beneath the city lights. The entrance was beautified with silver drapes, white daisies, and long strands of neon lights. There was even a red carpet rolled out from the steps of the building to the parking area. Photographers and reporters were already swarming the entrance with cameras flashing like stars all around.As we made our way, side by side on the red carpet, I could practically feel hundreds of eyes on us. I looked down for a moment, a little shy, I hadn't gotten used to any of this, but Richard squeezed my hand gently, giving me the drive
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JaydenThe moment Elena and I moved away from Richard and Emilia, I could feel the tension Iâd been holding onto all evening starting to fade. I looked over at Elena. That soft, confident smile was still sitting perfectly on her face. It was like sheâd just won something, and in a way, she had.âYou did well,â I said quietly, not wanting anyone else to hear.She gave a small laugh, the kind that felt practiced and sure. âOf course I did. Thatâs just the beginning.âI watched people from the corner of my eye as they continued whispering and glancing in our direction. Good. That was exactly what we wanted. Attention. Disruption. Confusion. That was how we started shaking things up. All it took was a dramatic entrance, a few well-placed words, and one million dollars to make the room talk. And it had been worth every penny.Elena reached out and grabbed a glass of wine from a passing waiter. I followed her lead, taking one too. The taste didnât matter much to me, but I figured it was a g
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EmiliaThe morning after the fundraiser, everything felt like a blur. I was still trying to process the events of the night before. The fundraiser had been full of surprises, from meeting new faces to the sudden arrival of Elena Smith. The way she had stepped into the spotlight and o was now sure that she planned to take over her fatherâs position at Kane Group. The fact that she was Katherineâs sister and Marcus Smithâs daughter made it even more complicated.Something about her presence made me uneasy. I couldnât shake the feeling that there was more going on than I could see.The day started like any other, or at least it should have. We were heading into a board meeting, a usual part of Richardâs routine, but today felt different. It was about the expansion of Kane Group, a big deal for the company, but I couldnât focus. There was too much on my mind. Maybe it was because of her sudden appearance, or perhaps it was Jayden's presenceWhatever it was, I couldnât shake the sense
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EmiliaAfter my brief little talk with Elena, I said to myself I wasnât going to let her get under my skin. I had already had enough of everyone who were trying to intimidate me just because they had a fancier last name or a bigger title.I wasnât here to play games or prove anything to anyone, no not anymore. I had my husband's support, I knew what I was doing, and if I am being honest, I had enough on my head without having to worry about Elena Smith and her quiet threats.So I took a very deep and long breath, straightened my composure, and pushed everything she said to the back of my head. If she wanted a fight, sheâd have to come a bit harder than that. I wasnât backing down, not now or ever.As I made my way across the hallway, I walked by one of the newer employees, a shy young guy from the finance department. I actually recalled his name, Daniel. He looked like he was trying to decide whether to talk or just keep moving.âGood morning, Daniel,â I greeted him with a little smil
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RichardThe office felt weirdly tense and the air was thick with the weight of the discussions that had already taken place. I sat at the large wooden table in Elena office, across from her and Emilia was present as well. She seemeda bit odd, I assume I had something to do with my mother'sunexpected visit. The tension between Elena and Emilia was subtle but not unnoticeable, a quiet clash of strong wills that neither of them even tried to hide. I couldnât blame Emilia for being wary of Elena. After all, Elena was a Smith and Katherine's sister and she hasn't had much fun with that family.âRichard,â Elena began withher voice smooth and controlled, âas we look at expanding the company even further, I think we need put some focus on streamlining our resources. Some departments need restructuring if we want to scale properly. This isnât just about growth, itâs also about stability.âI nodded, my mind already processing the details of her proposal. âI agree. The new subsidiary needs to
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JaydenI walked into Elenaâs office, the meeting alongside a feeling, a familiar mix of both annoyance and frustration. I wonder, why do i even have to be here in the first place.The last thing I needed to do today was sit through another one of these boring corporate discussions. I didnât care about the bloody expansion. I didnât care about the companyâs long-term goals or whatever. All I cared about was getting what I want and only what I want.I looked around as I entered the room. Richard sat at the head of the table, his usual intimidating presence filling the space. Beside him, Emilia sat quietly, looking just as perfect and composed as always. I could feel the tension between them, but I wasnât here for that. I was here to do my part. I had to, whether I liked it or not.But the way Richard just stared at me, like he was questioning me, it bothered me. It was very subtle but I could tell. He had been giving me that look lately like he was trying to figure me out or something,
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Emilia"Is everything set?" Richardâs voice echoed from the kitchen, louder than usual."Yes, the table is set!" I called back making sure my voice was loud enough so he could hear me.I stepped back a little and took a moment to admire the dining table. I had put in a lot of effort, and it definitely showed. The table looked beautiful it was almost like something out of a magazine. There were red roses placed on both sides, giving the whole setting a soft, romantic feel. Each plate, white marble with a smooth shine was surrounded by silver spoons, forks, and knives, all lined up perfectly. The dining towels were red too with a shiny gold stripe running down the middle. It felt fancy, like the kind of setup rich people like Richard probably grew up with.But one thing kept bothering me, why was Richard always the one cooking?He had a housekeeper, but she never touched the kitchen. Every time we had guests or even when it was just the two of us Richard insisted on doing it all himsel
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EmiliaI sat at the far end of the table, as far away from Richard as I could manage without being obvious about it. My heart felt heavy, and I knew exactly why, Richardâs mother was sitting right next to him on his right side, while Jacob sat beside him on his left. Elena, always playing the perfect part, was seated beside his mother, the perfect picture of someone who belonged.The food in front of me seemed like it would never end, but I forced myself to keep eating. I stabbed at the turkey on my plate, cutting a piece and putting it in my mouth mechanically. The same process over and over again. I could feel the weight of Richardâs family bearing down on me, but I refused to look up or say anything. If I just kept eating, maybe theyâd stop looking at me. Maybe, just maybe, theyâd leave me alone.But that wasnât the case. I could feel Richardâs motherâs eyes on me, a constant, piercing gaze that seemed to judge every move I made. I cut another piece of turkey, but before I could
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One Night Stand With Mr.. President   Chapter Fifty-Two
RichardThe morning sun slipped through the curtains, warm and soft on my face. I turned over slowly and saw Emilia curled up beside me, still asleep. Her breathing was soft, calm. I smiled a little and brushed a strand of hair away from her face.âEmilia,â I said gently, my voice low. âItâs morning.âShe stirred but didnât open her eyes. âJust five more minutes,â she whispered, pulling the blanket closer.I chuckled, leaning down to kiss her forehead. âWe have that meeting this morning with the partners.âShe groaned lightly and rolled onto her back. âI know. I didnât forget. I just feelâĶ off.âThat made me pause. âOff? What do you mean?âShe opened her eyes slowly. âLike Iâm gonna be sick. I feel lightheaded too. Probably just tired. Or maybe itâs the food from last night.âI sat up and placed a hand on her forehead. She didnât feel hot, but I didnât like how pale she looked. âYou should rest,â I said. âDonât push yourself. I can go without you.ââButâââNo buts,â I said firmly. âIâ
One Night Stand With Mr.. President   Chapter Fifty-One
JaydenThe second our plane landed in Miami, I let out a long sigh and stretched my legs under the cramped seat."Finally," I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck.The flight had felt like it lasted forever. Sitting in economy didnât help either. My knees were squashed the entire time, and no matter how I shifted, I couldnât get comfortable. Every time I looked over at Nora, hoping she'd say something or even glance my way, she acted like I wasnât even there.She had her earbuds in, reading some thick novel with a serious face, like we werenât on the same row, like we hadnât shared a million memories.I leaned in slightly, trying again.âHey, are you gonna ignore me the whole trip?â I asked, keeping my voice low.She didnât even take her eyes off the page.âIâm reading, Jayden,â she replied flatly.âI can see that,â I said, chuckling awkwardly. âYouâve been reading since takeoff.ââThatâs because I donât want to talk.âI sat back and shook my head. âUnbelievable.âOnce we got off the
One Night Stand With Mr.. President   Chapter Fifty
RichardThe morning sun slipped through the curtains, warm and soft on my face. I turned over slowly and saw Emilia curled up beside me, still asleep. Her breathing was soft, calm. I smiled a little and brushed a strand of hair away from her face.âEmilia,â I said gently, my voice low. âItâs morning.âShe stirred but didnât open her eyes. âJust five more minutes,â she whispered, pulling the blanket closer.I chuckled, leaning down to kiss her forehead. âWe have that meeting this morning with the partners.âShe groaned lightly and rolled onto her back. âI know. I didnât forget. I just feelâĶ off.âThat made me pause. âOff? What do you mean?âShe opened her eyes slowly. âLike Iâm gonna be sick. I feel lightheaded too. Probably just tired. Or maybe itâs the food from last night.âI sat up and placed a hand on her forehead. She didnât feel hot, but I didnât like how pale she looked. âYou should rest,â I said. âDonât push yourself. I can go without you.ââButâââNo buts,â I said firmly. âIâ
One Night Stand With Mr.. President   Chapter Forty-Nine
JaydenThe second our plane landed in Miami, I let out a long sigh and stretched my legs under the cramped seat."Finally," I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck.The flight had felt like it lasted forever. Sitting in economy didnât help either. My knees were squashed the entire time, and no matter how I shifted, I couldnât get comfortable. Every time I looked over at Nora, hoping she'd say something or even glance my way, she acted like I wasnât even there.She had her earbuds in, reading some thick novel with a serious face, like we werenât on the same row, like we hadnât shared a million memories.I leaned in slightly, trying again.âHey, are you gonna ignore me the whole trip?â I asked, keeping my voice low.She didnât even take her eyes off the page.âIâm reading, Jayden,â she replied flatly.âI can see that,â I said, chuckling awkwardly. âYouâve been reading since takeoff.ââThatâs because I donât want to talk.âI sat back and shook my head. âUnbelievable.âOnce we got off the
One Night Stand With Mr.. President   Chapter Forty-Eight
EmiliaI stepped into the hotel roomâor suite, or whatever it was calledâand my jaw almost dropped. The place was insane. Big wasnât even the word. It was stunning. The kind of room you only see in magazines or movies. The floor was all marble, so shiny I could probably see my reflection if I looked down long enough. Right in the center of the ceiling, this massive chandelier hung down like it belonged in a palace. It sparkled like stars were trapped inside it.The walls were spotless and smooth, painted in this soft cream color that made the gold decorations pop even more. Every little thing in that room looked expensive. Even the handles on the drawers and cupboardsâthey werenât just metal, they looked like real gold. I didnât know if they were, but still, they had that kind of shine.I walked into the bedroom and paused right at the door. It was beautiful. The bed was hugeâlike, you could roll around for hours and still not fall off. The sheets were bright white and looked so fr
One Night Stand With Mr.. President   Chapter Forty-Seven
RichardIt was already afternoon when our plane touched down in Miami. The flight had been smooth and peaceful.Emilia and I were now sitting in the back of a sleek black SUV, cruising through the city streets.She was sitting quietly next to me, her head turned toward the window as she stared outside in awe.I couldnât help but smile as I watched her eyes light up and her mouth fall slightly open with every tall palm tree or colorful building we passed."First time in Miami?" I asked, leaning a little closer to her with a grin.She didnât take her eyes off the window when she answered. "First time anywhere, to be honest."I raised an eyebrow. "Really? Youâve never been out of the city before?"She shook her head and let out a small laugh. "Nope. Never had the chance.""Wow," I said, genuinely surprised. "Well, Iâm glad your first trip is with me then."She turned her head and looked at me, smiling. Then she suddenly smacked me lightly on the arm. "You didnât tell me you had a freakin
One Night Stand With Mr.. President   Chapter Forty-Six
EmiliaI took the elevator and made my way up to my office. Just as I was about to walk in, my secretary stood up from her desk and gently stepped in front of me."Excuse me, Mrs. Kane," she said, holding a small tablet in her hand. "You have a new schedule today."I stopped, slightly confused. "What new schedule? I thought I was done for the day."She tapped quickly on her tablet, her eyes scanning the screen. "There's an impromptu board meeting. I just got the update. Itâs scheduled for 1 PM."I glanced at the clock on the wall behind her. It was already 12:50."1 PM? Thatâs in ten minutes," I said, raising an eyebrow. "Do you know who called the meeting?"She typed a bit more, then looked up. "It was... Mrs. Smith."I didnât even try to hide the frown that formed on my face. "Of course it was," I muttered.Without another word, I turned around and headed into my office to grab a file and straighten up. I didnât want to give Elena the satisfaction of seeing me caught off guard.---
One Night Stand With Mr.. President   Chapter Forty-Five
EmiliaDinner last night was a disaster. I was attacked by Richard's mum and that smug called Elena, head on.Even Richard's cousin Jacob insulted me. I wonder why his family decided to pick on me, even suggested that my child isn't his. What the hell??Last night was an absolute disaster, A full-on nightmareBut like every bad dream, the morning always comes. And when it does, I shake it off. I move on.I knew what Emelda and Elena were trying to do. Their plan was clever, I'll give them that but it was very petty. They wanted to humiliate me, to make me feel small, like I didnât belong. They might have gottento me last night but I wasnât going to let it stick. I wasnât going to let two bored women with too much time on their hands ruin my peace.Not after everything Iâve been through.I wasnât going to let any of them see me flinch. So today, I made sure to look like I was glowing.I wore a sleek, fitted dress , black, simple, elegant. My heels clicked confidently on the floor as I
One Night Stand With Mr.. President   Chapter Forty-Four
RichardHer expression shifted for a moment. It was small, barely noticeable, but I caught it. There was something in her eyes. A flicker of hesitation, maybe even discomfort. She opened her mouth to say something but paused, like she was trying to find the right words. That told me everything I needed to know. This wasnât just a casual chat.Nora had never been the type to hesitate. She was sharp, always composed. So seeing her like thisâunsure, quiet, almost nervousâwas new. And it made me curious.I hadnât spoken to her in a long time. The last time we saw each other... things were complicated, to say the least. We hadnât parted on bad terms, but there was unfinished business, words left unsaid. Now here she was again, standing in front of me, looking like she had something important to say.âI just...â She stopped and looked down briefly, then back at me. âI wanted to catch up, Richard.âHer voice was softer than usual, but it was still steady. She forced a small smile, though it
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