INICIAR SESIÓNAndre Winters was dressed in an Italian suit cut to perfection, the fabric a deep shade of green so dark it was almost indistinguishable from black under the chandelier’s warm light. He projected that kind of confidence that came from years of command. When he reached the microphone, he offered the audience a restrained smile, one that did not quite reach his eyes. “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,” he began, his voice carrying easily across the hall. “Welcome to the Winters Corporation gala.”The room settled, the last murmurs fading into attentive silence.Andre’s gaze swept across the audience. “We are gathered here tonight for a rather significant occasion,” he continued. “An announcement that has been a long time coming.” He paused briefly. “Tonight, you will witness the introduction of the new chairwoman of the Winters conglomerate: my sister, Delilah Winters.”There was a ripple through the audience at that. Andre inclined his head slightly, acknowledging the reaction. “When
James stood rooted to the spot for a moment longer than he should have, his gaze fixed on Lila’s retreating figure as she walked away with that man, her hand tucked so naturally into his arm that it made something inside him twist unpleasantly. He barely registered the hum of conversation around him. All of it seemed distant and muffled, as though he were hearing it from underwater.Then his father’s hand clamped down on his arm. The grip was hard and biting, yanking him back to the present with a force that made him flinch. David’s fingers dug into his sleeve, his expression thunderous as he leaned in close. “Have you completely lost your mind?” he demanded under his breath. The sharpness of his tone cut through the surrounding noise all the same. “What are you doing standing there staring after her like a fool?”James jerked his arm, trying to free himself, but David’s hold tightened for a second before releasing him with a shove. His father’s eyes burned with irritation as he conti
Lila glanced at her briefly, her expression softening for the barest second before it smoothed out again. She checked the time on her watch, then stepped back. “Don’t worry,” she said lightly. “I was leaving anyway.” She turned without another word and began to walk away, her spine straight.James felt something tighten in his chest as he watched her retreat. The conversation had barely begun, and already she was slipping out of reach again. Irritation flared within him, quick and sharp, directed as much at his father as at the situation itself. He muttered a curse under his breath before moving after her, his strides longer and more urgent, weaving through the small clusters of guests until he caught up.He caught up to her within a few steps, his hand shooting out to grasp her wrist. The contact was brief, but Lila reacted almost instinctively. She yanked her hand free with a sharp motion, taking a step back as she turned on him, her eyes flashing with unmistakable anger.“If you do
For a moment, James did not comply. His fingers remained wrapped around her arm, not painfully tight, but possessive enough to draw attention. There was a restless energy in him now, something unsettled and insistent, as if seeing her again had stirred too many things at once.“Where have you been?” he demanded, his voice dropping as he leaned closer. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been looking for you?” His eyes searched her face accusingly. “And now you just show up here like nothing happened? At this event of all places?”The irritation in her eyes deepened. With a sharp motion, she pulled her arm free from his grip and took a step back immediately, putting space between them, her posture straight and composed even as annoyance laced her tone. “What I’m doing here,” she said coolly, “is none of your business.”James’s jaw tightened at her response, the muscle ticking faintly as his temper stirred. His eyes narrowed, and he took a step toward her again, unwilling to let the dis
James lifted the champagne flute to his lips, letting the crisp, dry taste linger as his gaze swept across the hall.The ceilings soared high above, lined with intricate molding picked out in soft gold, catching the glow of the chandeliers that hung like suspended constellations. Each crystal shimmered under the warm lighting, scattering reflections across the polished marble floors below.Along the far wall, enormous panels displayed curated artwork. Clusters of guests moved between them, their voices low as they talked, laughter rising now and then like a soft ripple across water.Waiters in tailored black uniforms moved seamlessly through the crowd, offering trays of champagne, hors d'oeuvres, and small, artful desserts that looked almost too perfect to eat. Somewhere in the background, a live string quartet played.It was, James thought, exactly the kind of event a conglomerate like Winters would host.He took another sip of his champagne, his gaze drifting briefly to the figures
Annabelle let out a soft breath through her nose, something between a sigh and a quiet laugh. “No,” she agreed. “He isn’t.” She tilted her head slightly, her lips curving in a faint smile. “He already has a plan,” she added.Andre’s brow lifted just slightly, inviting her to continue.“He wants James to charm the Winters heiress at the gala. Sweep her off her feet, make her fall in love with him.” Her smile sharpened. “Once that happens, apparently, I’ll be… unnecessary.”Amusement flickered in Andre’s eyes. “Is that so?” he murmured.Annabelle huffed out a quiet laugh. “As far as plans go,” she said dryly, “it’s certainly ambitious.”Andre’s lips curved, not quite a full smile, but enough. “I expect David will have quite a shock when that time comes.” By now, he was standing close. Very close.She could smell his cologne that was now familiar to her after their night together, something edged with pinewood and it wrapped around her senses, making it harder to focus on anything else.
When he finally spoke, his voice was low, almost a whisper. “Who the hell is this?” He turned to Rachel, eyes dark with heartbreak. “Who is this man, Rachel?”Rachel opened her mouth, but no words came out. Her eyes darted frantically between James and Annabelle, he
Annabelle nodded placidly, her gaze sharp as it swept over the room. She ignored the pang of irritation at James’s obliviousness and focused on her next move. “Where’s Rachel?” she asked, her voice calm but carrying an undertone of steel.James blinked at the shift
Their quiet time was suddenly interrupted by the sudden buzz of Annabelle’s phone. She groaned, leaning back in her chair and closing her eyes. “I swear, they can’t give me one day of peace. It’s probably something about the household.” Her hand brushed against the p
Annabelle gripped the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles turned white, her foot pressing harder against the gas pedal with each passing mile. The early morning light bathed the countryside in golden hues, but she barely noticed the scenery rushing past her. Her mind was a storm of fury, her t







