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CHAPTER NINETEEN
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The Unspoken Accord CHAPTER NINETEEN
The Prenup ShowdownThe contrast between the soft sand and the crashing waves of the hideaway and the polished chrome and marble of the Williams Group Headquarters was brutal. Mimi and William were back in the glass tower, but they were different. The casual tenderness of the night before lingered in the way William's eyes tracked her across the room and the comfortable silence that now permeated their shared space.However, sentiment had no place in the meeting they were about to have.They were preparing to face Mr. Henry Williams, William's father. Henry was not involved in the day-to-day operations like his wife, Evelyn, but he held the ultimate veto power over major financial and legal decisions, including the prenuptial agreement. He was a man defined by prudence, stability, and an unwavering respect for the bottom line. Where Evelyn was volatile, Henry was granite.“My father is a corporate realist, Mimi,” William briefed her in the private lounge adjoining his office. He paced
The Unspoken Accord CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The Night of the HideawayWilliam’s private hideaway was nothing like the shimmering, guarded corporate tower they had just left. It was a sleek, minimalist house perched on a quiet stretch of coastline outside Lagos, built of dark wood and glass. It was designed to disappear into the landscape, a sanctuary dedicated not to power, but to solitude.They arrived after a long, silent drive, the sound of the Atlantic ocean immediately replacing the city’s omnipresent hum. William led Mimi inside, flipping on soft, indirect lights that chased the shadows from the vast, open-plan living area."No staff. No security detail closer than five kilometers. No Wi-Fi," William stated, dropping their overnight bag by a low, stone fireplace. "Just us. The war stops here."Mimi walked to the floor-to-ceiling glass wall overlooking the dark, restless ocean. The sheer, untouched reality of the place was disarming. "This is beautiful, William. It feels... honest.""It's the only place I can genuinely le
The Unspoken Accord CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Mimi sat opposite Mrs. Ajanaku, the formidable wedding planner and Mrs. Williams's chief spy, in William’s private office lounge. The setting was intentionally intimate and neutral, but the atmosphere was thick with unspoken hostility. William was absent, having strategically left Mimi to manage the initial confrontation alone, a test of her independence.Mrs. Ajanaku was a woman in her late fifties, draped in designer fabrics, possessing the cool, analytical gaze of a general surveying a battlefield. She didn't offer a smile, she offered a thick, pristine notebook.Ms. Johnson, Mrs. Ajanaku began, her voice perfectly modulated, dripping with barely concealed condescension. “I have reviewed the preliminary directives from Mrs. Williams. They are comprehensive. My role is to execute her vision, a statement of Legacy and Heritage. Yours, I gather, is merely to approve the final aesthetic choices and, of course, manage your fittings.”Mimi calmly took a sip of her jasmine tea, meeting th
The Unspoken Accord CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The First Wedding BattleThe war room was no longer the living room, it was the entire private wing of William’s office tower, a sanctuary built for strategic thinking. The space was littered with floor plans, vendor contracts, and the first official communication from Mrs. Evelyn Williams, a three-inch thick binder titled The Legacy Union, Planning Directives.Mimi and William were hunched over the conference table, the binder open between them like a terrifying, ancient text. The morning after Kunle’s visit, the tension between them was palpable, a complex mix of professional alliance and raw, possessive awareness. William’s jealousy was a new, potent element in their dynamic, something Mimi had already decided to harness for the greater good of their partnership.“She’s structured this like a hostile takeover,” William muttered, flipping through the directives. “She’s appointed three separate committees, logistics, security, and social integration. Her lead planner, Mrs. Ajanaku,
The Unspoken Accord CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The Mother, The Rival, and The Wedding GauntletWilliam led Mimi into the penthouse living room, his hand still clamped tightly around hers. The gesture was no longer a performance for the press but a necessary anchor against the storm they were about to face. The tension radiating from William was palpable, a mix of possessiveness and professional dread.Seated on the immaculate white leather sofa were the two people William least wanted to see: his mother, Mrs. Evelyn Williams, and Dr. Adekunle "Kunle" Balogun.Mrs. Williams was the embodiment of Lagos high society, impeccably dressed, rigid in her posture, her face a mask of hostile politeness that was infinitely more intimidating than open fury. Her eyes swept over Mimi, cataloging her white suit, the massive diamond, and the fatigue beneath her eyes with icy disapproval.Kunle Balogun, conversely, was a study in effortless charm. He was roughly the same age as William, perhaps slightly taller, dressed in smart casual attire that
The Unspoken Accord CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The Ring and the Rules of EngagementMimi woke slowly, not to the sound of her alarm, but to the blinding sunlight slicing through the penthouse windows. The air was charged, humming with the aftershock of the previous day's press conference and the raw, desperate kiss that had sealed their fate.She was alone in the bed. William was gone, but his absence felt different this time, not the result of strategic avoidance, but of necessary urgency. The weight of the diamond ring on her finger felt heavier than ever, no longer a prop for a performance but a symbol of a real, inescapable commitment.She walked to the massive window, looking out over the cityscape she now shared with William. The entire world was reading the news of the heroic corporate survival story, the narrative they had fought for until dawn.A knock sounded on the bedroom door, and Mrs. Ade entered, her expression a mix of relief and solemn formality. She was no longer just the housekeeper; she was the chief witness to
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