The familiar voice cut through the perfect moment like a scream in a silent room. My heart was still racing from Smith's kiss, my lips still tingling from the sweetness of it, when I turned to see David Kim stepping into the moonlight."David?" I blinked, trying to shift my mind from the romantic haze back to reality. "What are you doing here?"He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, a sheepish smile playing at his lips. "Sorry for interrupting your moment." His eyes moved between Smith and me, and that smile widened. "Though I have to say, you two look good together."Heat crept up my neck. Of course David would show up at the exact moment Smith and I had finally broken through our walls. The universe had a twisted sense of timing.Smith stood smoothly, extending his hand to David with the kind of easy confidence I'd come to admire. "I don't believe we've been introduced.""David Kim," he said, shaking Smith's hand. "And you must be the famous Smith Robinson CEO of Robinson E
The ballroom felt suffocating after everything that had just happened. I needed air, needed space to think, needed to get away from the stares and whispers that would follow me for the rest of the evening."Excuse me," I murmured to the cluster of people still gaping at the drama that had unfolded. Their eyes followed me as I made my way toward the terrace doors, but I didn't care anymore. Let them talk. Let them speculate. I'd given them enough entertainment for one night.The cool evening air hit my face like a blessing as I stepped onto the marble terrace. The gardens stretched out before me, bathed in silver moonlight that made everything look like something from a fairy tale. I walked to the stone railing and gripped it, letting the coldness seep through my palms.Behind me, I heard footsteps. I didn't need to turn around to know it was Smith. His presence had become as familiar to me as my own heartbeat, even though I'd been too stubborn to admit it until now."That was quite
EmeldaI stepped forward, keeping my movement graceful despite what Rachel had just accused me of. When I spoke, my voice was calm, clear, and completely confident."I appreciate Ms. Sanchez... concern... about my charitable contributions," I said, hearing several people in the crowd murmur at my subtle dig. "But since she's brought it up publicly, I'm happy to clarify."I paused, and in that moment, I could see it in Rachel's eyes, the dawning realization that she'd made a terrible mistake."Tonight, I'm pleased to announce a fifty million dollar donation to the Golden Ivy Foundation," I said , my voice carrying easily through the stunned silence. "The funds come directly from the profits of my latest innovations, innovations that I developed entirely independently, with full legal documentation of my intellectual property rights."The ballroom erupted. Not in the horrified gasps Rachel had expected, but in genuine amazement and enthusiastic applause. Fifty million dollars. Fifty mil
"The allegations made by Mr. Carter are not only false but deeply insulting to every woman who has ever contributed to a company's success only to have her work dismissed."Allen's jaw clenched so hard his teeth might crack. The audacity of this woman. The sheer, unmitigated gall."Allen Carter systematically undermined my contributions to his company while we were together," Emelda continued, her dark eyes looking directly into the camera. "He made me question my own abilities, my own worth. But I have documentation of everything I contributed to Carter Enterprises."Rachel shifted beside him on the leather sofa, her manicured nails digging into the armrest. "This is a disaster."Smith Robinson leaned forward slightly, his presence commanding even through the television screen. "I've had the privilege of working with Emelda Jones on several projects.Her business acumen and innovative thinking are exceptional. The idea that she's somehow 'obsessed' or 'unstable' is not only laughabl
Emelda"BITTER EX-GIRLFRIEND STALKS TECH CEO""She's Obsessed With Me, Says Carter Enterprises, Allen Carter""Lawsuit Nothing More Than Desperate Attempt for Attention"A smirk tugged at my lips despite the knot of anger in my chest. How utterly predictable. Allen had played exactly the card I'd expected,paint the woman as unstable, make her the villain in his carefully crafted narrative. I turned the page, scanning Victoria Martinez's expertly spun quotes. Words like "unhinged" and "delusional" jumped out at me, each one designed to chip away at my credibility before the case even reached court."Petty," I murmured to the empty office. "So incredibly petty."Did he really think this would work? Did Allen Carter honestly believe he could wage a media war against the Jones family and win? The arrogance was almost admirable in its blindness.My phone buzzed against the polished desktop. Smith's name appeared on the screen, and I felt that familiar flutter of warmth despite the storm
The revelation lingered in my mind long after Mother left, her words echoing like stones dropped into still water. He requested you. I tried to focus on the magazine in my lap, but the letters blurred together. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Smith's face, the quiet intensity, the way he'd shielded me at the coffee shop without making it feel like weakness.Sleep came fitfully, full of dreams I couldn't quite remember.My phone buzzed against the nightstand, pulling me from restless slumber. Morning light filtered through the curtains, soft and hesitant. Smith's name lit up the screen, and something fluttered in my chest, a sensation I'd forgotten I could feel.Good morning, Emelda.I hope you slept well after yesterday. Would you like to spend some time together this week? There's a charity launch coming up,the Golden Ivy Soirée at The Marcellus Estate. No pressure.I stared at the message, my thumb hovering over the keyboard. The careful politeness of it, the way he left me an