There were only two pairs of eyes looking at Aren and me without an ounce of hostility: Chris, who sat on our left side as the second biggest shareholder, and Neil, who sat farther away from the main people, ready to offer his assistance if Aren needed it. The fact that I found suspicious was that only Chris seemed to be overjoyed by Aren's return, while the rest exchanged nonchalant looks or filled the room with their impatient huffs. I seriously wondered what was wrong with those people.As Chris noticed my confused grimace, he leaned into my ear to give me an explanation. "Most of the shareholders are the rich kids—the unnecessarily bright and easy to manipulate rich kids."I stifled a chuckle, suddenly detecting a lack of brain cells in at least five of those who sat by the table. I wanted to thank Chris for giving me more confidence, but he suddenly moved his chair a little further away from me. I couldn't understand why until I shifted my gaze to my husband and saw him glaring a
We had to wait for another hour until the chaos that we had caused at the shareholders' meeting would finally pass, and we could hope for a moment of privacy. The pictures found by Alan and Norton helped define the ultimate villains and heroes in our story, and no one dared vote against firing the current CFO, COO, and CMO. Nonetheless, even if Aren had always been prepared to offer those positions to somebody else, in case it was necessary, a change like that could never look positive in the public's eyes. Besides, there was one more issue that worried me..."What if Hill, Cooper, and Dawson start spreading rumors about the company? They can say anything now; they are already fired, which means they have no restraints," I said, as we walked out of the auditorium, heading to the elevator.Aren chuckled. "They are not going to talk."How can you be so sure?""They broke one of the fundamental laws in their contracts with Lan Diamond Corporation. They know that they can expect lawsuits
Chris wasn't kidding. The information about Aren and me was all over the news. Initially, I was terrified. I could almost imagine the headlines accusing Aren and me of all sorts of evil deeds against the "poor" executives who had just got fired. When Aren turned on the TV, I was already on the verge of a panic attack, but the news was nothing like I expected...It turned out that the press fell in love with our story, naming Aren and me the golden couple. The moment when Aren scooped me up from the podium and spun me around while holding me in his arms had been registered and shown from every possible angle. The miraculous awakening of a husband who rushed straight from the hospital to save his wife from evil men trying to slander her had quickly become viral. I watched another news report from Lan Diamond Tower, blushing as I realized that something that had felt like our intimate moment now belonged to thousands of people.Surprisingly, the fact that the company had just gotten rid
I could never find the right words to express how amazing it felt to wake up in Aren's embrace. It was sensual and hot beyond limits. I was on edge the entire night, and so was he. The skin of our bodies was hyper-sensitive, making the slightest touch a turn-on. The only reason why we fell asleep was most likely due to overpowering our senses. Putting restraints on our mutual desires was an insanely difficult thing to do...I didn't want to hurt Aren's pride, so I would never say it aloud, but I knew what it meant to have sex with him and how energy-consuming it was. As insane as it sounded, I knew that he was willing to sacrifice his health just to satisfy me, as if he had been neglecting his husband's duty while in a coma, and he wanted to make it up for me. I knew that inwardly he was aware that he hadn't fully regained his strength yet, but he would never have admitted it. He forced me to make it more my problem than his, but I was willing to since I was doing it for him. Unfortun
The whole next week turned out to be completely hectic. The scene with the reporters who had enthusiastically greeted us at the entrance was like an introduction to everything that happened later. Three assistants were specially appointed only to answer the calls from the reporters asking for an interview or a comment. Aren and I agreed to do two interviews, and both of them were scheduled for the week to come, but that, of course, didn't stop the rest of the press from bothering us each time we decided to walk out on the street.The attention that our relationship gathered had a huge positive impact on the company's value, completely overshadowing the fact that Lan Diamond Corporation had gotten rid of three major executives in one day. Nonetheless, everyone knew that the company had dodged the bullet, and that kind of luck would never come twice. To avoid a similar situation happening in the future, the recruitment of the new executives was preceded by extremely careful, and not ent
"I can do this!" I exclaimed, standing in front of the mirror as I was about to put on my evening gown. In less than an hour, I was going to walk into the Langham Hotel as Aren's plus one and drink champagne at the party celebrating the 20th anniversary of New Business Journal. Since the journal had been known for presenting innovative and emerging technologies, it was certain that the event was going to gather everyone in business who wasn't afraid to look into the future. And since in business, those who stay still are already two steps behind, it was obvious that the event would attract everyone who counted. I took a deep breath and put on a fitted white dress with a V-neckline, deep just enough to expose my mesmerizing necklace but not overly expose my breasts. The gown was simple yet sexy; it underlined my thin waist and wrapped around my curvy hips, and the slit at the front was perfect to show off my legs embellished in Jimmy Choo heels. With my eyes emphasized with liner and
I stood in front of the door of some conference room. My hand froze in the knocking gesture, an inch away from the door's surface. I could just act like an idiot and open the door just to see that guy's face, but all of my instincts were telling me to run the hell away from there. My heart thundered as I wondered if I should take a gamble and face the person who wanted Aren and me dead. Finally, instead of barging inside, I leaned against the wall right by the door crack and tried to hear more…"I cannot guarantee that this method will work in this specific situation." I heard another voice coming from that room. The voice seemed calm and much softer than the voice of my kidnapper. "What we can be certain of is that the suggestion will stay engraved inside that man's mind, and he will react to the keywords in a certain way...""What way?!" my kidnapper roared. "The whole mission is useless if we cannot even lead him the way we want to!"Whatever it was that they were planning, it coul
I was looking at Aren's phone screen with my picture displayed in the caller ID's place and signed "My Wife" right below the photo. What was his phone doing here? Did someone lure him outside the hotel and then abduct him, making him drop his phone? I knew that Aren knew how to fight, but he wasn't invincible... What if those who attacked Aren were Max and his men?! What if they beat him up and locked him somewhere?! They could have done it before meeting with Haskett!My restless mind quickly became filled with conspiracy theories and the darkest possible scenarios. I placed my hand on my chest and rubbed it, trying to soothe my frantically pounding heart. As I slightly regained composure, I looked around and then up, and noticed that I was standing right under the terrace. Could the phone fall by accident and not crash because it fell on the carpet? It was possible, but what would Aren do on that terrace in the first place? And where the hell was he?!All those questions had only in