ArleneI jabbed the elevator button harder than necessary, my fingers trembling with barely contained fury.I had had enough of Mirela’s games, enough of her interference, her manipulation, her constant scheming against me as if my very existence threatened her carefully curated world.She had gone too far this time, publicly attempting to discredit my relationship with Liam, questioning the legitimacy of my children, and trying to control the board’s decisions regarding my marriage.She needed to be put in her place.The elevator ride to the penthouse was silent except for the faint hum of the machinery, but my mind was anything but quiet. I was already planning my next move.I hadn’t found the evidence I needed to silence her completely, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t ready to destroy her if she pushed me any further.The elevator doors slid open with a soft ding, revealing the familiar, excessively luxurious space of Mirela’s penthouse. Expensive chandeliers dangled from the ceiling
MirelaI sat at the head of the long conference table, right after Arlene. My fingers curled around the armrest of my chair as I watched the scene unfold before me. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Not at all.Arlene had walked into this meeting with confidence, her every move calculated. I should have known. I should have anticipated her counterattack.But even I hadn’t expected this. She was making use of her power as the president. Fuck her!A stunned silence filled the room, thick with disbelief.“In a week?” Williams sputtered, his brows furrowing as he leaned forward. He looked completely blindsided.Arlene, ever so composed, only shrugged. “Why wait? Liam and I are engaged already. As you can see, I’m pregnant, and we love each other. Might as well get it over with.”The air shifted. A ripple of shock spread across the boardroom, the weight of her words settling in. My heart pounded against my ribs, my nails digging into my palm as I fought to keep my expression neutral.
ArleneThe broadcast interview with BBC was happening on the morning of my big launch. The moment I stepped into the news studio, I could feel the heat of the cameras, the intensity of the questions that would be thrown at me, and the weight of public scrutiny hanging over my shoulders.When Matilda gave me the invite for an interview yesterday, I knew what this was about. I understood that they had been dying to have me here from the very instant I returned.Now that part of my disappearance had been made public, this invitation was inevitable.Liam sat beside me, holding my hand, his grip firm yet comforting. His presence alone was a steady reminder that I wasn’t alone in this. It gave me warmth.The blonde interviewer leaned forward, eyes sharp with curiosity. “So, Mr. Walker, you had no idea she was actually Arlene Gomez when you two first met?”Liam chuckled, the sound low and warm, his lips tilting into that effortless smile that made women swoon. “Honestly, the thought crossed
MirelaThe news of Arlene and Liam’s supposed reunion had spread like wildfire.The happiness both exuded while walking out of the hospital together baffled me. Arlene was reeling in so much happiness.It was only a matter of time until I got rid of her completely.It would only cause a little strain on Liam Walker, but Arlene would be destroyed.Knowing I couldn’t wait until Monday anymore, I instructed Fiona to arrange a meeting with the board members who were loyal to me.It had to be discreet. Not everyone on the board could be trusted. I needed only those whose greed outweighed their morals.We decided to meet at a private lounge in a five-star hotel, not far from where Cole Martinez was staying.Four of them arrived, the most influential shareholders of Gomez Industries. Each of them had significant stakes in the company, and all had their own reasons for wanting Arlene gone.As we settled into our seats, the air was thick with anticipation.Mr. Franklin, a balding man in his si
Cole“Marcus is in the company.”Philip’s voice came through the speaker as I sat behind my desk, my fingers drumming against the mahogany surface of the hotel table. My eyes narrowed.“And?” I asked, keeping my voice even, though irritation prickled at my skin.That wouldn’t be the first time my fake twin brother would be making an appearance at the company. He had always wanted it, even before Dad died or before I got married to Yasmin.“He’s trying to buy out the board members,” Philip continued. “But surprisingly, most of them are on your side. They believe it’s too soon for you to move on, considering your wife’s recent passing.”My lips twitched in mock amusement. So, that was their logic? Sympathy votes? As if I needed their pity.They had attempted to toss the card in my face just last week when my scandal with the fake Yasmin escort came out. Funny how I hadn’t even thought of what to do with her.“Marcus doesn’t give up easily,” I muttered. “Not after he and his mother revea
LiamThe moment I saw her waiting for me outside the office, everything else faded into the background.Arlene was so beautiful. The desire to own her completely crowded my senses even before I could think properly.She stood there in a knee-length, pale blue dress that hugged her body just right, accentuating the subtle curves that I wanted to believe had filled out just a little more since the last time I saw her.Her dark hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders, and even though her face was neutral, there was something about the way she stood, arms slightly crossed over her belly, that made my chest tighten.God, she looked beautiful.“You’re staring,” she muttered, arching a brow at me as I unlocked the car.I smirked. “And you’re looking a little… rounder.”Her eyes narrowed immediately. God, she’s so dramatic, and I love it. “Did you just call me fat?”I let out a chuckle. “I mean, if the shoe fits—”“Body shaming, Liam? Really?” She huffed as she slid into the passenger se