Emma never expected a one-night stand to turn her life upside down. A passionate encounter with a stranger at a club leaves her breathless—but when she walks into her new job the next morning, she discovers that the man she spent the night with is none other than Kian Wilson, her new boss. Kian, the grumpy yet charismatic CEO of K&W Fashion House, is just as shocked to see her. Their undeniable attraction threatens to blur the lines between personal and professional, but when Kian’s controlling mother steps in, things take a darker turn. She arranges his engagement to another woman and secretly offers Emma a job as her personal assistant—unaware that Emma is carrying Kian’s child. As Emma is pulled deeper into the Wilson family’s twisted world, she must fight for her independence while hiding her pregnancy. When the truth comes out, Kian is torn between love and duty, forced to choose between the life his mother planned for him and the woman who truly holds his heart. With betrayals, power struggles, and heartbreaking choices, can Kian and Emma overcome the odds—or will their love story end before it even begins?
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"This is a bad idea, Em."
Sienna’s voice barely registered over the thumping bass of the club. Neon lights flickered across her worried face as she clutched my wrist.
I tugged my arm free, exhaling sharply. “I need one night, Si. One night to forget everything.”
She sighed, her lips pressing into a thin line. “Drinking your problems away won’t change anything.”
“I’m not looking for change.” I lifted my chin. “I just want to feel something other than stress.”
“You haven't even been to the club before, you don't know how to hold your alcohol, what if you do anything beyond your limit” Sienna said.
“I will be fine, do not worry about me.” I said with a smile.
Her hesitation wavered, but she finally relented. “Fine. Just… be careful.”
I nodded, grabbed my drink, and let the burn of tequila settle my nerves. For the first time in months, I wasn’t thinking about unpaid bills, my mom’s declining health, or the suffocating pressure of my new job.
Tonight, I just wanted to be Emma. Not the struggling daughter. Not the responsible woman who never took risks.
Just… me.
And that’s when I saw him.
He was sitting at the VIP booth, drink in hand, exuding an effortless power that made the air around him thick. His presence commanded attention without trying. The sharp cut of his jawline, the way his crisp white shirt clung to his broad shoulders—it was almost unfair how good he looked.
Our eyes met.
Something dark flickered in his gaze. Interest. Curiosity. A challenge.
My pulse stuttered.
I should look away. I should absolutely not walk over there.
But I did.
I weaved through the crowd, my heart hammering against my ribs. When I reached his table, I hesitated.
He smirked. “You’re either very brave or very reckless.”
His voice was deep. Smooth. Dangerous.
“Maybe both,” I murmured, lifting my chin.
He leaned forward, elbows resting on the table. “What are you looking for tonight?”
I swallowed hard. “A distraction.”
His blue eyes darkened. “Lucky me.”
I didn’t ask for his name. He didn’t ask for mine.
Somewhere between tequila shots and stolen glances, we ended up in the backseat of his sleek black car. His lips were demanding, his hands leaving a trail of fire against my skin.
By the time we stumbled into his hotel suite, I was already lost in him.
Lost in the way his touch made me forget everything.
I let him consume me.
The next morning
The alarm clock buzzed, slicing through the comfortable haze of sleep.
I blinked, my body tangled in expensive silk sheets. For a second, I didn’t remember where I was. Then, last night came crashing back.
Oh, God.
Carefully, I turned my head. He was still asleep beside me, the soft morning light casting sharp angles over his perfect face.
A stranger.
A one-night stand.
Panic settled in my chest.
I needed to leave.
Quietly, I slipped out of bed, searching for my dress. Every move felt like a crime scene clean-up—erasing the evidence of a night I wasn’t supposed to have.
His deep, even breaths filled the room as I found my purse and tiptoed to the door.
No goodbyes. No awkward morning-after conversation.
Just an exit.
I slipped out, my heart pounding.
Last night didn’t happen.
Except… it did.
And I had no idea how much it was about to change my life.
I pulled out my phone in my bag and dialed Sienna's number.
“Oh my God, Sienna. I think I just ruined my life.”
I gripped my steering wheel, my pulse still racing as I replayed the night before. The smell of expensive cologne clung to my skin, a constant reminder of what I’d done.
“I slept with a random guy at the club.” I said my voice barely above a whisper.
“You slept with a random guy,” Sienna repeated, her tone laced with disbelief. “Tell me you at least got his name.”
I swallowed hard. “No. We didn’t talk much.”
“Emma!”
“I know! I know it was stupid,” I groaned, pressing my forehead against the wheel. “I don’t even know if he’s dangerous or married or a serial killer! I just—I just wanted to forget everything for one night.”
Sienna sighed heavily. “Okay. Fine. What’s done is done. Just get home, shower, and pretend last night never happened.”
“Yeah. Right.”
I checked the time on my phone. Shit. I was already running late for work.
“Gotta go, Si. I’ll call you later.”
I hung up, threw my car into drive, and sped home.
By the time I stepped into my tiny apartment, I was already stripping out of last night’s dress. The moment I turned on the shower, hot water rushed over me, washing away the lingering traces of alcohol and regret.
Focus. I had work. I had bills to pay. And I couldn’t afford to get distracted by a one-night stand—no matter how mind-blowingly good he was.
I pulled on my blouse and pencil skirt, hurriedly applied some mascara, and rushed out the door.
Thirty minutes later, outside K&W Headquarters.
I adjusted my blazer, took a deep breath, and stepped onto the sidewalk leading to the company’s towering glass building. Valcorp wasn’t just any company. It was one of the biggest investment firms in the country, and I was lucky to even have a job here.
“Emma, you’re late,” my colleague, Lisa, whispered as I passed through security.
“I know,” I muttered, shoving my phone into my bag.
Just as I made it to the entrance, I heard a commotion.
I turned my head—and froze.
There, walking straight toward me, was him.
The man from last night.
Surrounded by security guards, exuding the same effortless dominance as he did in the club. Except this time, he wasn’t just a stranger.
He was walking toward the executive elevator.
Which meant—
No. No. No.
He works here?
Panic slammed into me. I quickly ducked my head, hoping—praying—he wouldn’t notice me.
I turned away, rushing inside before he could look in my direction. My heart was still pounding when I stepped into the elevator, fumbling for my phone as I pressed the button for the 25th floor.
The doors closed. I exhaled.
Then I called Sienna.
“Hey, did you get to work okay?” she asked.
“Si,” I hissed. “I think I just slept with one of my co-workers.”
Silence.
Then—
“WHAT?!”
“I just saw him outside,” I whispered frantically. “He’s not just some guy, Sienna. He’s here. He’s walking around with guards. He’s important.”
Sienna sucked in a breath. “Holy. Shit.”
“I don’t know what to do,” I groaned. “If he sees me—”
The elevator dinged.
I looked up.
And my stomach dropped.
Because standing right in front of me, staring me down with a piercing gaze, was him.
The man I slept with, my gaze flickered to his suit.
He is the CEO of K&W fashion house.
Kian Wilson.
My boss.
EMMA“It was Kian,” Hailey whispered as the door creaked wider and the footsteps stopped just outside the study.I stepped forward slowly, heart thudding, and sure enough—there he was.Kian.He looked just as shocked to see me as I was to see him.His hand still gripped the brass doorknob. His eyes flicked from me to Hailey, then to the folder half-hidden beneath my coat.“What are you doing in here?” he asked.I didn’t answer immediately. Instead, I squared my shoulders and asked, “Why are you in here?”He blinked. “I should be asking you the same thing.”“No,” I said, voice firm. “You shouldn’t. Because I do have a reason.”Kian’s jaw tightened. “Emma… you know you’re not supposed to be in this part of the house.”“And neither are you,” I replied coldly. “But here we are.”A moment of heavy silence passed.“I’m leaving now,” I said sharply and turned to go, feeling the weight of his stare boring into my back.“This is suspicious,” Hailey muttered as we moved down the corridor.I did
EMMASelena looked like she wanted to protest—but she didn’t.“Who would have the power to pull that off?” I asked. “The access? The money? The motive?”She didn’t answer.Selena’s eyes dropped to the floor.My blood ran cold.“You’re thinking of someone.”“I’m thinking of too many people,” she said tightly. “You don’t understand how many enemies your father had, Emma. Not all of them wore a suit and smiled at you in boardrooms. Some were buried deep inside the family. Inside E&J.”I swallowed. “Is that why Edward never told me the truth? Because the truth would tear the company apart?”Selena didn’t answer.“I need to know,” I said. “I need everything. Files. Names. Contacts. I’m going to find out who did this. And when I do, I don’t care who falls with them.”Selena studied me for a moment. Then she gave a single nod. “Okay.”“Okay?”“I’ll help you,” she said. “But you have to promise me something.”“What?”“That you don’t go after anyone until you know for sure. Don’t throw accusat
EMMA“You were with him when it happened?” Kian’s voice broke through the silence, low and strained.We were all gathered in the hallway outside Edward’s room. The paramedics had left. The doctors had confirmed what we already knew. Edward Smith, the patriarch of E&J Empire, was gone.Hailey stood by the wall, arms folded across her chest, jaw clenched tight. “Yes,” she answered finally, her voice barely audible. “He collapsed in front of me.”Lucas ran both hands through his hair and leaned back against the opposite wall. “And he said something before he died?”I nodded. “He said it wasn’t Margaret who killed my father.”Silence dropped again. Sylvia shifted uneasily beside Lucas. “What does that mean?” she asked, but there was no curiosity in her voice—only fear.Hailey looked at me then. “Did he say who did?”“No.” My voice cracked. “He never got the chance.”Kian’s eyes were dark, unreadable. “This can’t be real. We just—he was fine yesterday.”“No, he wasn’t,” Hailey cut in. “He’s
EMMA“This is E&J Empire,” Margaret scoffed, rising to her feet, her voice slicing through the room like a blade. “My husband Smith’s company. What the hell are you talking about?” She turned sharply toward Daniel. “Now that he’s dead, you all think you can throw me out like trash?”“Let them finish, Margaret,” I said, my voice calm even though my chest burned with the urge to scream.Her eyes flared with rage. “No. This is wrong from the beginning. Me? Stepping down from my husband’s company? Hell no. Aside from being president, I also hold the largest secret shareholding. You can’t just erase me.”“Are you talking about me?” a crisp, confident voice rang out from the doorway.I turned toward the sound and saw Hailey enter, poised and composed as ever.Margaret blinked, visibly thrown. “What?”“Oh, not me directly,” Hailey replied, her lips curling into a knowing smile. She gestured toward the hallway. “My personal assistant, Fiona?”A woman stepped in—elegant, poised, unreadable. Fi
EMMAGrandfather’s words hit me like a tidal wave. Kian wasn’t part of the Wilson bloodline. Neither was Lucas. The truth of my family was unraveling before my eyes, each new piece of information more incomprehensible than the last.“But… how? How is this possible?” I whispered, my voice barely audible as the weight of the revelation crashed over me.Edward’s frail hand tightened around mine. “It’s all because of Margaret. She killed your mother… She murdered Joel and Smith. She played us all for fools.”My breath caught in my throat. “Margaret… she killed my father?”Edward nodded solemnly, his face a portrait of exhaustion and regret. “Yes. And Lucas isn’t even your brother. He’s Smith’s son, not Joel’s. Kian is… well, he is Smith’s son too. Hailey’s son.”The words didn’t register at first. My mind felt like it was being twisted, turned inside out. “Hailey? But how could—”“Hailey had her reasons,” Edward interrupted, his voice growing weaker but urgent. “She wanted revenge on Marg
EMMAJust as Sylvia was about to lash out, the door to the hospital room opened with a sudden creak, freezing everyone in place. The doctor’s voice was calm but firm. “Who is Miss Emma?”The tension in the room spiked, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. Hailey, her smile stretched unnervingly wide, pushed me forward, her fingers cold against my arm. “Here she is.”I hesitated but stepped forward, the knot in my stomach tightening. “Yes, me,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady, though the weight of all their eyes on me made it hard to breathe.The doctor didn’t acknowledge the others. “Grandfather wants to speak with you,” he said, turning to me with an air of urgency.Margaret, quick as ever, yanked my arm back with surprising force. “It’s only right I go in first. After all, I’m his daughter in law,” she snapped, her voice cutting through the stillness.“No, he said Miss Emma,” the doctor replied sharply, his eyes narrowing. “I heard him clearly, Mrs. Margaret. I’m not
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