LOGINImogenI immediately turned my face away."Sir, you're too close."As I stepped back, he straightened and muttered under his breath,"I see. I'll have to increase your workload.""Don't you dare," I shot back as we made our way toward the elevator.Anyone listening to him would think he was my husband's spokesperson.Once inside the elevator, I turned to look at him and noticed his expression had hardened again. He stared straight ahead, and for some reason the atmosphere felt heavier than before. I wondered how the meeting had gone because apart from our little discussion earlier, something about him seemed off."I suppose the meeting didn't go as planned?" I asked.He turned his head toward me."Was beginning to think you weren't going to ask."Then he sighed."As always, all they did was annoy me."He rolled his eyes as though replaying the entire meeting in his head."Or maybe you always attend those meetings expecting to be annoyed," I countered.One of his brows rose."You're no
ImogenAaron ended up sitting beside Cyrus, and from what I had gathered so far, the two of them weren't exactly close. Because of that, I decided it would be best to keep my distance from him."And what is Mr. Grayson's personal assistant doing eating lunch at the cafe?" he asked.He seemed unusually interested in my business."Is there a rule that says otherwise?" I asked, keeping my voice calm.He scoffed."Don't mind him, Imogen. Just eat," Cyrus said, and Vivian quickly nodded."Yeah, just ignore him."I did exactly that and returned my attention to my food."I was only asking a question, not something for you to get offended by," Aaron said, trying to justify himself, though there was really no need.I simply continued eating in silence, and everyone else did the same, except for Aaron, who kept looking at me as though he had more to say.Unfortunately, he did."Just because you work closely with Mr. Grayson doesn't mean you should get your hopes up. He changes employees the sam
ImogenIt was a difficult question to answer, and knowing Malcolm, he would want nothing but the truth from me.I swallowed hard.The whole thing was complicated, and since he had never actually mentioned the woman's name, it would be wrong of me to make assumptions. Still, as far as I knew, Ciara was the only female friend he seemed close to."I don't know, sir," I finally admitted.He continued looking at me."So, if you were in my shoes, you would divorce her?" he asked.Honestly, I wasn't sure what to say."If I didn't love her, then yes," I replied.After all, that was the reasonable thing to do. If I suddenly found out I was married to someone I didn't love, I would probably end it immediately."But if you did love her?" he asked, tilting his head slightly.I paused."Then it would depend on whether she felt the same way."That was how marriage was supposed to work, wasn't it?It couldn't be one-sided.Thinking about it now, I felt a little sorry for the man I had married. He ha
LyraI had finally done it.I had slept with my father-in-law, and not just once or twice. It was going to continue for as long as I got everything I wanted out of it."This diamond necklace is worth five hundred thousand. Do you know it's part of the latest collection?" Silvia asked, her eyes widening in shock as she examined it."Your in-laws must be spoiling you rotten. I thought you said your mother-in-law was mean."I scoffed."She is, alright?"If only she knew what I had done with her husband.The thought alone almost made me laugh. I could already picture the look on Jennifer's face when she finds out, and for some reason that image amused me far more than it should have.And so I began to chuckle softly. Silvia narrowed her eyes."I know that look. What have you done this time?"She sounded suspicious, but there was no way I was telling her.She was my friend, but even she would tell me what I was doing was wrong, and I didn't need anyone preaching to me.As far as I was con
Imogen"What? Me? Flirt?" Sebastian suddenly asked as though he had just been accused of a crime, and I frowned slightly."And you, telling someone they are handsome."Malcolm's gaze landed on me, and I blinked while Sebastian immediately took a step away, practically chickening out."I was only complimenting my colleague, sir, and besides, he is indeed handsome."The moment the words left my mouth, Sebastian's hand found my arm."No, Mrs. Evans, I am the ugliest man you have ever come across."I raised a brow at that. Was he really that scared? And more importantly, scared of who?"Only a blind woman wouldn't know you're handsome. Get a grip," I said, giving him a side eye."Thank you for the compliment," he replied with a smile, and I smiled back."It seems," Malcolm's deep voice cut through our conversation, "that both of you have a lot of free time on your hands."Immediately, I understood why Sebastian had been acting so strange."Sir, please don't," Sebastian said quickly, but b
"Sir? Are you still there?"Sebastian's voice cut through my thoughts."Send me everything you've uncovered. If I find out she is in on it with my grandmother, she will pay," I said, my voice hard, though a part of me prayed she wasn't.She didn't seem like someone who would do that, but then again, you never truly know people."Of course, sir, but please let's not be in a haste to judge," he said, and I could hear the concern in his voice.I rubbed my temple."And you think I don't know that?" I snapped.His side immediately went silent before he finally replied."I'll send everything over now."---ImogenI went to Malcolm's house as usual, and when I arrived, I found him sitting with a cup of coffee in hand."Good morning, sir," I greeted.Instead of replying, he placed his coffee on the table, got to his feet, and turned to look at me."Tell me about your husband."I blinked.There was something in his expression that I couldn't quite place, and for some reason, it felt like I nee
Malcolm Later, I took her to a fine dining restaurant. At the very least, I hoped it would improve her mood and make up for what happened yesterday, and thankfully it worked because without any warning, she suddenly looked at me and said, "I forgive you." That made me laugh. "Is it really that
MalcolmI stood there for a moment, unable to take my eyes off her.Imogen.Of all the names in the world, it just had to be Imogen."And why wouldn't he like that name? It's a beautiful name," Marcelo said, but the moment he caught sight of my expression, he paused and nodded slowly. "Oh.""Do you
MalcolmFor quite some time now, I had wanted my personal assistant to upgrade her wardrobe, and no, it wasn't because her clothes were outdated or unfashionable. The problem was that standing beside me meant she represented me, and whether she liked it or not, she was constantly surrounded by peop
ImogenAfter refusing to let me sleep on the couch for what felt like the hundredth time, Malcolm finally wore down my resistance, leaving me with no choice but to share the bed with him. A pillow was placed firmly between us, acting as a barrier, but I wasn't sure it helped much because while he a







