The black car rolled to a gentle stop in front of the luxury beach resort.Emily leaned closer to the window, her eyes widening at the sight of the clear blue ocean stretching endlessly in front of them. It was still morning, and the sun wasn’t out yet. The sky looked calm and pale. The wind carried the sweet scent of salt and sea breeze. Palm trees danced slowly, their leaves swaying gently under the soft light.Denovon stepped out first and moved to open the door for her. He stretched out his hand, and Emily placed hers in his gently.The moment her feet touched the ground, the wind caught her hair, lifting it slightly in the air. She breathed in deeply, a soft smile spreading across her lips.“This is beautiful,” she whispered.“Yeah,” Denovon agreed, as he reached out to arrange her hair which had been slightly scattered by the wind.“Denovon!”A voice called from behind them. They both turned.It was Mason, walking toward them with the others—Zayne and Leo.“Who knew you'd be the
Emily walk straight to their bedroom as soon as they got home. Her anger had cooled down a bit, but her chest was still rising and falling fast. Her hands were clenched by her sides. She didn’t say a word to Denovon. She just walked to the closet, changed out of her clothes into her sleepwear, then came back to the room.Denovon was sitting at the edge of the bed on his phone, speaking with someone. His voice was calm but serious.Emily didn’t disturb him. She quietly sat at the other side of the bed, still thinking about the scene earlier.When Denovon was done with the call, he dropped the phone beside him and turned his eyes to her.“Mason is asking if we will join them tomorrow on a weekend getaway,” he said.Emily frowned a bit. If they were to go on that getaway, that means she would be the only female there with the men. She was about to shake her head and decline when Denovon spoke again.“You can invite your friend… what’s her name?” He was trying to remember.“Valentina,” Em
"Who... who are you?" Mrs. Katherine Carter asked, her voice shaking in fear.She didn’t recognize him. She was too shocked and in pain to hear Denovon call Emily his wife earlier. Her wrist still throbbed where he had gripped it, and her knees almost buckled beneath her."You’ll know well enough," Denovon said coldly, "if you ever dare touch her again."He released her with a slight push.Mrs. Carter stumbled back and almost hit the ground. She would have, if not for a nearby table that caught her. Her body slammed into it, and she gasped, holding the edge for balance.Denovon didn’t waste another look at her. He turned quickly toward Emily, who was still frozen in place, her face twisted slightly from pain."Emily..." he called softly, eyes scanning her.Emily didn’t answer. Her scalp stung badly. She could still feel the force with which Mrs. Carter had pulled her hair. But she held back her tears, swallowing the lump in her throat.Denovon clenched his fist. The moment he saw the
“Hmmm…” Emily groaned softly as she tried to turn her body, but pain shot through her. She winced. Her entire body felt sore and sensitive. Slowly, she opened her eyes and looked around the room in a daze.It took a moment for everything to come back.Where she was.What had happened.How she had reached out to Denovon, desperate, needing him—right here, in the office.Her face flushed red.She closed her eyes again and covered her face with her hands in embarrassment. Not because she regretted what had happened. No. She didn’t regret a thing. But why here? Why couldn't she have held herself together until they got home?She sighed and shook her head slightly, cursing herself under her breath. This was not the plan.Then her eyes caught the wall clock. Almost 6 PM.With another sigh, she sat up slowly, biting her lip as she moved. She stood and walked toward the bathroom to freshen up. Inside, she found a new change of clothes neatly placed on the counter. It was from Denovon, thought
Why are you quiet?" Emily asked with a laugh, looking straight at Mr. Carter. "You have nothing to say again?"Mr. Carter's face was tight. His hands clenched the table as he stared at his daughter."You are crossing the line, Emily. Don’t forget that I am your father," he warned, his voice sharp.Emily tilted her head slightly and let out a mocking smile. "You first crossed the line, my dear father," she said, her tone laced with bitterness.She stood up from her chair slowly. The room was dead silent."I told you I am coming for this company—my mother’s sweat," she said, her eyes now serious, her voice firm. "So get prepared, because I will definitely throw you out of this company just like him." She gestured toward the empty seat Charles had once occupied.Gasps filled the room. The shareholders sat in shock, exchanging looks as they slowly began to understand what was going on between father and daughter.Emily turned to them with a short smile. "I will be leaving first," she said
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