The grand elite auction would commence anytime from now. Alighting from my car, I glanced at my wristwatch to check the time. I will finally have the chance to meet the new CEO of the Imperial Company at this gathering today. I've approached them about partnering, but they haven't accepted my offer. Given the excellent standing of my company and my stellar reputation, I anticipate that they will accept my offer right away.
A forced grin tugged at my lips as I cast a glance at the gigantic Marino Empire which towered over the other buildings beside it. Parts of the building had gold plaster applied to them, and the walls were composed of sturdy glass. The courtyard was lined with posh, expensive cars, and there were uniformed guards stationed at strategic locations like statues. The entire place screamed wealth as only highly reputable people visited it..
"Michael, you must get me that Hope diamond at the auction today. I've been craving to have that for years.." Vivian chirped happily as she held my outstretched hands and alighted from the car. I smiled at her, not giving her a reply.
Together, we made our way into the opulent hall as confidently as possible. Vivan kept walking at a slow pace on the red carpet, careful not to trip on her three-inch black stilettos. Vibrant lights bathed the entrance in a mesmerizing kaleidoscope of colors, reflecting the pulsating energy that emanated from within. Live music instantly spilled through the silent hallway and we darted our eyes at every smiling face in the hall.
Paparazzi swarm around us to take several shots of us. I'm not shocked to see that our entrance had garnered so much attention, all thanks to my reputation and popularity in the business sector. My company manufactures one of the greatest male accessories. I also own one of the best fashion houses in the city. Partnering with a top elite company like Imperial will broaden my horizon and help my business scopes.
As we made our way to our seat, Vivian tapped me and squealed excitingly.
"What is it?" I asked with raised brows.
"Michael, that's the Hope diamond necklace. Take a look at it shining in its own brilliance inside that box. I want you to be the highest bidder, Michael. it mustn't belong to someone else," she added, and I shifted my gaze to the huge glass box which contained the necklace, one of the classiest and expensive necklaces in the world.
It was a highly anticipated jewelry and I know that a number of people are vying for it today. Everything about the jewelry speaks quality. It was a deep blue diamond, stubbed in a pendant, Toison d'or with a dark grayish blue color under ordinary light because of trace amounts of boron within its crystal structure. It's definitely f**g expensive, but I'll try to get it to make Vivian happy.
"Heard there's a notable guest tonight.." Martin, my friend, spoke after swilling some wine.
"Who?" I asked curiously.
"The new CEO of imperial holdings. I heard she will be joining the auction tonight.."
My face brightened up with enthusiasm at what he said. I had been eagerly anticipating this moment as well. Glancing at several elite people in the hall, I smiled confidently as I straightened my suit, giving an air of perfection.
As soon as the host came out from backstage, the auction began.
"Please take note that St. Hopkins Hospital and orphanage home will receive half of the proceeds from this auction, naturally with the presence of Dr. Henry Norman, the current director."
The high-pitched voice of a woman wearing a crimson gown and golden jewelry echoed across the hall as she grabbed the microphone. She gave the microphone to the event's MC, a man dressed in a white suit.
The auction began with the display of certain jewelries, which shimmered in their own uniqueness. First was the Golden gem.. a type of jewelry that appears to have been crafted from a combination of gold and gem. Bidding started at S 300,000 and went up to $800,000. The bidding went on until a thin man wearing blazers paid a million dollars for it.
"Alright! This is the next one! The first bid is for S 500,000"Alright! The next one is this! The bidding starts at $500,000!" The MC announced, grabbing our attention to the silvery jewelry in his hand..
Each piece was brought outside one by one. Each recipient of an auction object is required to sign an ownership and contract at the administration office. A few more objects were on show, and my friend Martin acquired an antique Leonardo da Vinci picture for himself.
When the last piece arrived after considerable bidding, everyone started to pay attention. The big glossy box with the Hope diamond necklace within captured our whole attention. Many have not placed a bid yet, as they are holding out to bid on the last item of jewelry. The Hope diamond necklace It reminded me of how pricey it was as it glistened in my eyes. I gulped down the lump in my throat as Vivian clutched my arm.
"Come on, Michael. We can't let this go. We won't lose it to someone else, right?" The smile on her face exceeded her ears. Her smile vanished as soon as she saw I was silent.
I took a deep breath and replied, "Yes. I will get it for you.."
"Okay.. For the Hope diamond necklace, the price begins at a million dollars!" The MC announced and my heart plummeted to my stomach. A million dollars for a start made me cringe. It's definitely going to be competitive since there are a lot of bidders wanting to get it.
"$1.2 million dollars!"
"$1.5 million dollars!" A fat man with beards yelled as he got on his feet, darting his eyes at every face to see if anyone would challenge him.
"$2 million dollars!" Another voice erupted in the audience.
"Going! Going-"
"$4 million dollars!" I exclaimed as I got on my feet while Vivian squealed happily, trying to contain her excitement My face beamed with pride when I see no one else challenging me.
"$8 Million Dollars!" a young Italian man exclaimed, smirking as he got on his feet, causing the audience to release audible gasps. Vivian bit her lips as she glanced at me, wanting me to challenge him.
As the bid arose, I didn't stop. We were halfway getting it and the only competitor I had was Mr Vincenzo, a famous designer in Italy and the US.
Vincenzo's gaze lingered on mine, and a smirk pulled at the sides of his lips.
"$15 million dollars!" He announced.
Vivian held my hands, her eyes widening like saucers. "Don't let it go away, Michael. I need this badly.." she implored, shifting her gaze to the sparkling diamond necklace.
"$20 million!" I said with a confident smile, my eyes shimmering with an undiluted pride.
People gasped, and I saw Martin's eyes sprang wide. Vivian bit her lips, staring at Vincenzo with so much attention. She was inwardly praying for him to give up. It was purely evident in her face.
"$20 million dollars! Going! Going!" The MC announced, staring at the audience.
Vincenzo made the surrender sign by keeping his hand in his pocket. At that, Vincenzo returned to his seat, and Vivian got up to hug me.
"I know you will do this. I know you'll surely make me proud, Michael. I love you!"
"We have a winner for tonight, then. The precious Hope diamond necklace worn by the Great Queen Elizabeth goes to--"
"$100 million dollars!!" a voice erupted from behind, grabbing everyone's attention. Loud gasps filled the entire hall and my brows creased as I whipped my head in the direction of the voice.
My gaze settled on a lady cladded in an exceptionally white, pristine suit that did justice to the well endowed curves of her body. A smirk appeared on her ruby lips as soon as she locked eyes with me. Her every stride in those white pointy heels exuded poise and remarkable confidence that had the hairs on my skin rising.
She walked calmly to the podium, her heels clacking on the white tiles of the stage.
is now sold to the lady in White! Let us celebrate her!" The MC announced before giving her a handshake. stood still, my eyes wide as I took in her appearance. Her gaze lingered on mine and I felt my heart racing and thudding frantically against my ribcage.
My body froze in a position, unable to move, react, or even escape eye contact.
This is none other than Vanessa. Her gaze intensified, confirming my suspicions.
Standing before me was the one person I thought I'd never see again. She appeared so stunning and exceedingly beautiful. Everything about her exuded wealth. Her smile was captivating, her presence was magnetic, and her words exuded elegance.
My eyes were fixed on hers, but she tried not to acknowledge them as she averted them away from me. It's like she's consumed every corner in my mind. I couldn't avoid replaying our past encounters and the unresolved tension that clung between us.
The MC grabbed the mic and said, "Like 1 mentioned earlier, there will be a special guest tonight. We're aware that her shocking entrance bawled our lungs out. No one expected that she'd be a part of the bidders. I'll give her a moment to introduce herself. Let's clap our hands as she prepares to give her speech."
My heart dropped to my stomach when she revealed her identity as the New CEO of the imperial company. I snagged my fingers into my hair, finding it unbelievable. My mind feels like it is stricken and my heart is pounding like a tsunami.
Vanessa became a CEO of a very famous jewel company. Damn! Am I dreaming?!
"Michael.. this.. this is Vanessa. She's back! But how and when did she become rich?!" Vivian asked, staring at me with wide eyes. My heart raced and my gaze lingered on Vanessa as she left the stage after her speech. I was completely confused and restless. She even had her name changed to Emerald.
My worst fears came when I saw Matthew, my business rival, wałking up to Vanessa. He kissed her and clutched her hands passionately, causing my heart to drop to my stomach.
I gulped down the lump in my throat and my eyes went round like saucers.
Are they dating? How long had Vanessa known Matthew?! How did she become the CEO of the imperial company??
I balled my fists and gritted my teeth, my mind was tense at the moment. It was like a silent conversation with myself, avoiding the inevitable question that needed to be addressed.
Shit! This is crazy! This is damn crazy!
"According to legible sources... these two are dating, Mr. Michael. I just confirmed from the internet," Martin whispered in my ears and I stared at the pictures with conflicted emotions on my face. I was unsure of my feelings-angry, jealous, guilty, or unhappy.
Grabbing my phone out of my pocket, I called my secretary and said, "Find everything about Vanessa's life for the last five years.”
POV: Emerald It started with a whisper.Not in a courtroom, not in the tabloids. But inside a conference call.I sat at the head of a sleek glass table in Imperial Holdings’ executive boardroom. Morning light spilled through the windows as digital graphs flickered across a central display. My mind had been half on the numbers, half on Kelvin’s therapy appointment later that afternoon—until my CFO’s voice broke through.“Before we close,” Marissa said, tapping her stylus to the screen, “we flagged some abnormal trade activity surrounding the Reinhardt merger.”My gaze sharpened. “How abnormal?”“Precise. Strategic. Someone’s been buying small shares in holding firms tied to our target acquisition. It’s subtle. But too structured to be coincidence.”A breath passed through the room.“Do we know who?”Marissa hesitated. “The trail loops back through several fronts. Cayman, Zurich, and... an old associate of your brother.”I felt it before I fully understood it. That slow, cold crawl u
POV: MichaelIt was the hardest decision I’d made since letting her go.I sat in my attorney’s private conference room, staring at a manila folder with my name typed neatly across the tab. The room was quiet, lined with leather-bound law books and the cold, stale scent of legal process. A far cry from the warmth of Kelvin’s birthday, the smell of cake, or the weight of my son’s hand in mine.I hadn’t wanted this.But after days of silence, after the media storm turned me into a meme, after Emerald didn’t return my calls—after watching myself be rewritten as dangerous, volatile, and unfit—I did what desperate men sometimes do.I sought paper.“I want visitation rights,” I said quietly.My lawyer, James Patel, sat across from me with cautious eyes. “Are you sure?”“No,” I admitted. “But I have to try. I can’t keep hoping for permission.”Patel leaned back. “This will trigger a legal response from Ms. Hugo’s team. And possibly the press, if it leaks. You’re filing against a beloved publ
POV: MichaelI should’ve known it wouldn’t last.The day had been near-perfect—an impossible kind of peace, the kind that made me forget, even for an hour, how much I'd lost. The smell of cake still lingered in the air. Kelvin had fallen asleep on my lap for ten full minutes after opening his presents. Emerald had stood only a few steps away, not flinching, not freezing—just watching, accepting.But peace was a fragile thing.And chaos always knew how to find them.The first sign was Reid’s voice in my earpiece. I still wore one, as part of the low-profile protection detail Emerald had reluctantly approved for the afternoon.“She’s here.”I stood immediately, my spine locking.“Where?”“Front gate. Pushing past the vendors.”I didn’t wait.I cut through the crowd of lingering guests, the families gathering their kids, the photographers Emerald had allowed for exactly one hour, no more. I found her by the courtyard fountain, still wrapped in her flawless white—an echo of grace forged f
POV: MichaelThe private school sat tucked in the hills above the city, more fortress than campus. Clean lines. Discreet gates. Ivy-wrapped walls that whispered wealth without saying it out loud. A place designed to shield children from the world even as it prepared them to rule it.I had never set foot here before.Until today.My name wasn’t listed on the visitor log. My donation had been processed through a blind foundation. The $2.5 million endowment for technology, infrastructure, and arts education had come from an entity the headmaster couldn’t trace back to me—until I arrived and quietly introduced myself in the polished foyer.“I don’t want recognition,” I said. “Just a tour.”The man smiled with rehearsed charm. “Of course, Mr. Michael. We’re honored. Anything in particular you’d like to see?”I hesitated, then said, “The lower basic floor. I’m curious how the youngest pupils learn.”They walked slowly. Clean halls. Happy laughter echoing from behind classroom doors. Display
POV: Emerald The morning after Vivian’s outburst, I stood at the edge of Kelvin’s bed, watching him sleep.His cheeks were flushed from dreams, his small chest rising and falling with the rhythm of peace. But even in his rest, he curled his body toward the wall like he was trying to shield himself from a memory. My hands trembled at my sides.I had failed him.Not completely, no. I had been there in time. But not before words were spoken. Words that didn’t belong in a child’s mind. Not ever. And especially not from meI turned away and left the room, closing the door softly behind me.I’d waited long enough.By 10 a.m., three people stood in my office.Reid Torres—former Special Forces, current chief of private family security for elite families around the globe. A lean, weathered man with steady eyes.Dana Lu—cybersecurity and surveillance specialist, previously of the FBI.And Isobel Renn—former child protection liaison, now my new Head of Domestic Safety.I faced them with my hand
POV: MichaelI hadn’t meant for it to become obsession.But obsession doesn’t always start as fire. Sometimes it grows in the quiet. A look that lingers too long. A headline read twice. The echo of a child’s laugh I heard only once, now playing on loop in my chest like a siren.After the tabloids exploded, Emerald all but vanished from the public eye. No statements. No interviews. No carefully-worded clarifications. She didn’t deny the rumors. She didn’t feed them either.She just... went still.And it drove me mad.My only thread to her now came through press releases and society events. Black-tie charity auctions. Foundation brunches. State-level galas. If she was listed as attending, so was I.I became a ghost at her side—never close enough to speak, never far enough to let go.I didn’t push. Not yet. Not again.I just watched.The first time, it was the Armitage Fundraiser. She arrived late, stunning in ivory silk, Kelvin by her side. Her smile was gracious, but her eyes never sto