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THE ALPHA'S RELUCTANT BRIDE
THE ALPHA'S RELUCTANT BRIDE
Penulis: HANNAH LOVE

Everything She Built

Penulis: HANNAH LOVE
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-03-18 22:03:32

Chapter One

The call came at 7:43 in the morning, and Zara Mensah knew from the ringtone alone that something was wrong.

She had assigned a different ringtone to every client after the second year in business. Habit, she told people. But really it was because bad news always sounded the same, and she wanted a second to brace before she picked up.

This ringtone was Regal Hotel Group. Her biggest client. The one that paid three months of rent in a single contract.

She stood at her kitchen counter in her sleep shirt, coffee in hand, and stared at the phone for two full seconds. Then she answered.

"Ms. Mensah." The voice on the other end was flat and business-smooth. A man she had never spoken to before. "My name is Andrew Pierse. I am the new director of operations at Regal Hotel Group."

She put her coffee down.

"I am calling to inform you that as of today, your event contract with Regal has been terminated."

The kitchen went quiet. She could hear the refrigerator humming.

"I am sorry," she said, very carefully. "Can you repeat that?"

"Your contract has been terminated. Section twelve, clause four of your agreement allows the hotel to cancel with fourteen days notice in the event of a policy change."

Fourteen days.

The gala was in sixteen.

"There has to be a mistake," Zara said. She did not raise her voice. She learned a long time ago that raised voices sounded desperate, and she could not afford to sound desperate right now. "I have been working this event for four months. Vendors are confirmed. The florals were custom ordered. The catering deposit has already been paid."

"We understand this is inconvenient…"

"Inconvenient." She almost laughed. "Sir, I have put forty thousand dollars of pre-payments into this event. Money I spent because your company signed a contract."

A pause. Then: "The terms allow for…"

"I know what the terms allow. I wrote the counter-proposal myself." She closed her eyes for exactly one second. "Who approved this decision? Give me a name and I will call them directly."

Another pause. Longer this time.

"The decision was made at the executive level. The hotel group was recently acquired and the new ownership is reviewing all third-party contracts."

Everything stopped.

Acquired.

She had heard something about that. Two weeks ago, her business attorney had forwarded her a trade article. Some private equity firm buying up a chain of luxury hotels across the Southeast. She had skimmed it and moved on because it did not seem relevant to anything.

It was very relevant to everything.

By nine o'clock, Zara was at her office above the florist shop on Peachtree, her laptop open, her reading glasses on, and her whole morning rearranged.

The office was small but she had made it feel intentional. A glass desk, two chairs for clients, a mood board on the wall covered in fabric swatches and seating charts and photos from past events she was proud of. A shelf with six framed reviews, because she worked hard for every one of them and she was allowed to be proud of that.

Today none of it felt like enough.

She pulled up the trade article her attorney sent. Read it properly this time.

WolfeGroup Holdings. A private equity and real estate firm based out of New York. Portfolio valued at somewhere in the range of four billion dollars. They had acquired Regal Hotel Group eight weeks ago in what the article called a swift and aggressive move that caught the hospitality industry off guard.

The CEO was listed at the bottom of the article. One line. No photo.

Damien Wolfe.

She typed his name into a search bar.

There was not much. A few business profiles, a Forbes mention from three years ago about a real estate deal in Chicago that somehow did not go wrong for him when it went wrong for everyone else. One photograph, grainy, taken at some kind of industry event. He was turned slightly away from the camera, like he knew it was there and did not care enough to acknowledge it. Tall. Dark suit. The kind of stillness that people usually had to practice.

She closed the tab.

What she needed was not a biography. What she needed was a meeting.

Her attorney had already confirmed what she already knew: the clause was real, the cancellation was legal, and her options were limited. She could fight it, but a lawsuit would take months and cost more than she stood to recover. She could cut her losses, but that meant forty thousand dollars gone and a gap on her calendar at the worst time of year.

Or she could walk into the WolfeGroup office in Midtown, ask for whoever was in charge of the hotel portfolio, and make the case that cancelling her contract was bad business.

She was good at making cases.

She picked up her phone and called the front desk number from the company website. A receptionist answered on the second ring.

"WolfeGroup Holdings, how can I help you?"

"My name is Zara Mensah. I am the principal of Mensah Event Group, and I need to schedule a meeting with whoever is managing the Regal Hotel Group acquisition. It is urgent."

A pause. A click. Hold music that was somehow both expensive-sounding and deeply boring.

Then: "Ms. Mensah, I can schedule you with our director of acquisitions for early next week…"

"I need something sooner. My event is in sixteen days. Every day we wait is a day I cannot recover."

Another pause.

"Let me see what I can do."

The hold music came back. Zara sat with it. She looked at the mood board on her wall, at the photo from the Morrison wedding two years ago when everything went wrong at noon and she had fixed all of it by four and no guest ever knew. She looked at the framed review that said, in print, that Zara Mensah was the best event planner in Atlanta.

She had earned that.

She was not about to let some billionaire she had never heard of take it from her over a legal technicality.

The hold music cut off.

"Ms. Mensah, we have a ten a.m. opening tomorrow. The meeting will be with our CEO."

She blinked. That was not what she expected.

"Your CEO," she repeated.

"Yes, ma'am. Mr. Wolfe reviewed the flag on your contract personally and has asked to handle it directly. Does ten a.m. work for you?"

She looked at the grainy photograph still open in her mind. The man turned away from the camera.

"Ten a.m. works fine," she said.

She hung up. Looked at her blank screen. Then, very quietly, to absolutely no one in her empty office, she said:

"That is strange."

Because it was. CEOs of four-billion-dollar companies did not personally review cancelled contracts with small event planners. They had entire floors of people for that.

She filed the feeling away. She had sixteen days and forty thousand reasons to walk into that building regardless.

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