FAZER LOGINImogenHow did we get here?How had I ended up kissing Malcolm right now?It wasn't part of the plan.And why did I like it so much?Oh God...How did all of this happen?It all started while I was still admiring myself in the mirror.My phone suddenly rang.It was Malcolm.The moment Stella saw his name on the screen, she immediately fell silent as I answered the call."I'm outside," he said simply.My eyes widened."Okay... I'll be out in a minute," I replied before ending the call."He came to pick me up himself?" I asked absentmindedly."Of course," Stella replied as though it was the most natural thing in the world. "That's how it's supposed to be. Come on, girl. You don't want to keep your man waiting."My man...Well, she wasn't exactly wrong.Still, I had expected Xavier to drive me to Malcolm, not for Malcolm to come and pick me up himself.Although I had been the one to choose where we were going.After all, Malcolm had asked me to pick the venue.For a moment, I considered
ImogenThe moment he saw me, those were the first words that came out of his mouth."Let's go on a date."His tone was completely serious, making me blink several times just to convince myself I hadn't imagined it."You want to take me out on a date?" I asked, completely perplexed.He nodded without hesitation."Yes. That's exactly what I asked."I looked at him suspiciously."But why? We've had countless lunches and dinners together already."He tilted his head slightly."That's different. I want to get to know you better."His answer made me let out a quiet sigh."Alright then. When do you want us to go?"He cleared his throat before replying."Whenever it's convenient for you."I mentally went through our schedule before answering."It can only be next week." There is no way in hell it can happen this week, our schedule is so packed right now because we took the day off yesterday. "Why not this week?" he asked, pulling me from my thoughts.I looked at him in surprise."Our schedul
MalcolmI hurried to my grandmother's study, where she was relaxing comfortably on her large sofa. The moment she saw me, she raised a brow and asked, "So?" I already knew that was the very reason she had called me back."I've decided not to go through with the divorce." I let out.The moment those words left my mouth, a satisfied smile spread across her face."Oh? Then when are you two planning to give me great-grandchildren?" she asked, making me shake my head."What? Don't tell me it doesn't work down there," she added, completely catching me off guard."Are you serious right now?" I blurted out, and she burst into laughter."You should have seen your face, Malcolm," she teased, clearly pleased with herself."If that's all, then I'll be leaving," I said as I turned toward the door."Wait." She called suddenly. I glanced back at her."When are you coming to visit again?" she asked, and immediately Imogen's words echoed in my mind."Spend some time with your grandmother."I let out
Harmon"So how am I supposed to find her?" I asked, tilting my head slightly.He looked up at me."I wish I knew. She blocked me."I clicked my tongue in annoyance.So this fool couldn't even keep his own household in order.Then again...I wasn't exactly one to talk.Every one of my children had become one problem after another. No matter how hard I tried to be both a father and a disciplinarian, they always found a way to go against everything I taught them."I don't care how long it takes or what methods you use," I said firmly. "Find your daughter and bring her to me within two weeks."A cough threatened to escape my throat, but I forced it down.I refused to cough in front of him.He wasn't going to suspect the real reason I had come here.For now, no one knew Ethan was in prison.I wasn't about to let the reputation my late wife and I had spent decades building be ruined."That will be all."Leaning on my cane, I slowly made my way out of the house."How did it go?" my assistant
ImogenBy the time we arrived at the dining room, Sebastian and Madam Evelyn were already seated."I don't like the fact that you left me out of it," Madam Evelyn complained the moment she saw us."Change the topic, Grandmother," Malcolm replied.She shot him a look before turning to me.This time, I smiled at her.The tension from earlier had eased, and she smiled back."Come, child. Sit and eat."She beckoned me over, and without a second thought, I shamelessly took the seat beside her.The aroma of the food immediately filled my senses.Malcolm sat opposite me, with Sebastian beside him."The chef makes some of the best food," Sebastian said, repeating almost the exact words Malcolm had used earlier.Seriously...These two really thought alike.We ate together, enjoying the meal in comfortable silence.And Malcolm hadn't exaggerated.The chef truly knew what he was doing.From the main course all the way to dessert, I enjoyed every bite.When we finished eating, Madam Evelyn turned
Imogen"We'll discuss that later," Malcolm said.The finality in his voice told me there was no room for argument.Honestly, I didn't want to tell him about my past, but I also knew resisting Malcolm Grayson was usually a losing battle.Besides...I owed him that much.But now we were back to the real issue.The divorce.When exactly was he planning to divorce me?Just then, my eyes widened as I remembered the question he had asked me a few days ago... and the answers I had given him.The nerve of this man."So... the question you asked me that day?" I said, looking up at him.He shifted slightly."I wanted to know your opinion."Now that I thought about it, he had been playing with me ever since he found out the truth.Dear God...I wanted to smack him."I think the rest of this conversation should be between you and me," he said as he rose to his feet.He held out his hand for me.Without thinking, I placed mine in his, and he helped me up from the couch."And what are we going to t
ImogenShe gently patted my shoulder before smiling warmly at me.“You’ve made the right choice, Imogen,” she said softly. “One I’m certain you won’t regret.”I slowly opened my eyes, silently praying she was right because deep down, I was terrified of what I had just agreed to.She suddenly sighed
The Billionaire’s Unknowing Wife 7ImogenThe moment my tears became impossible to control, the elderly woman immediately opened the car door and stepped out alongside the driver, her expression filled with concern as she hurried toward me.Without hesitation, she gently held my shoulders while I c
Imogen I stared at the marriage certificate in disbelief, memories from that day suddenly came rushing back into my mind, the very day I had run away from home because my father wanted to force me into marrying an old man he had borrowed money from.So no, this was not the first time my father had
ImogenI had always dreamed of marrying the man I truly loved someday, but I guess those were nothing more than childish fantasies because real life was far crueler than the fairytales I created inside my head.I still could not believe I was about to marry someone I did not love, all because of th







