Chapter 5
The double oak doors burst open with a loud boom, startling James from the report on his desk. Sarah stormed into his private office, eyes blazing with fury, her chest heaving beneath her thin blouse.
"Sarah?" He stood up abruptly, shocked and remorseful. "What are you doing here?"
"Don't play dumb with me!" she spat, throwing a crumpled newspaper at his head.
James jerked back just in time as the projectile sailed past, scattering papers. The bold headline screamed at him: DYNASTIES MERGE: REYNOLDS HEIR TO WED MONTGOMERY PRINCESS.
Ice flooded his veins as he met Sarah's devastated glare. "How...how did you find out?"
"How did I find out?" She let out a biting laugh that cut him deeply. "You mean aside from the press release announcing to the world that my beloved fiancé is getting himself to another woman? The woman he swore to love and cherish until death?"
Her laugh turned into a strangled, anguished sound as betraying tears spilled down her cheeks. "Damn you, James! Damn you for making me believe this ring actually meant something!" She twisted the diamond ring on her finger as if to rip it off. "Was I just some fling to you, the bastard's bit of fun while you carried on with your deceit?"
"No!" He rounded the desk towards her in three long strides, aching to hold her yet unworthy. "Sarah, please, let me explain…”
Her palms struck his chest in a vicious shove, pushing him back a step. "Explain what? That you've been lying straight to my face for God knows how long? That you probably never cared about the future we planned together?"
"That's not true!" Horror and anger warred within him. How could she think such a thing after all they'd shared?
"Were you just stringing me along?" she persisted furiously. "Feeding me pretty lies about a happily ever after until your inheritance depended on casting me aside? Was that the game all along? Or have I just been too blind to realize money and power were always your one true love?"
Her voice cracked, yet she refused to give in to devastation in her eyes. "Or have I simply been too blind to realize that money and power were always your one, true mistress? I give you my all James, we had dreams we planned together was that all but a lie to you."
That stopped him short, puncturing his rising outrage more swiftly than a spear. Her accusations were heinous, yes, but tinged with the desperation of someone grasping at straws to explain senseless cruelty.
And why shouldn't she think the worst of him, after the parade of lies and humiliations?
James's shoulders slumped wearily. He sank into the chair opposite, raking a hand through his disheveled hair as he struggled to gather his whirling thoughts.
"You're right," he started hoarsely, meeting her gaze. "I haven't been fully honest with you these past weeks. But I swear on every ounce of love I have, it was never out of malice or deception."
Sarah stiffened, regarding him through a sheen of tears and smudged makeup. But she didn't flee as he expected. She didn't hurl more accusations.
“I never for once lied to you, I carried you along with the happenings in this company, we are in dire need of money and if nothing is done, I will end up in the street. I know you don’t want that for us. This is why this merger has to happen. I promise it will only be for a short time, this is for my family legacy,” James explained.
"So that's it, then?" she whispered, hugging herself as if shielding from trauma. "You're going through with this...sham marriage all to appease your father and uphold 'the family legacy?'"
A humorless puff of breath escaped her parted lips as she squeezed her eyes shut, hanging on by a thread. "My God, James...how could you let him reduce our love to such a hollow, sacrificial thing?"
Remorse knifed through him so keenly he could scarcely breathe. Striding towards her, he cradled her beloved face in his palms, forcing Sarah to meet his urgent gaze.
"Listen to me," he commanded in a low, gravelly tone edged with desperation. "You're more than just a love or legacy to me, Sarah. You're my heart, my reason for living. The very core of my being."
His thumbs traced her delicate cheekbones, catching the shining tears that slipped free, branding their glistening tracks into his soul.
"Nothing , not my family's estate or duty or even this cruel, calculated union , nothing will ever change how I feel about you," he swore hoarsely. "You are everything to me. My forever, no matter what obstacles fate puts in our way."
Sarah's resolve wavered, melting beneath the searing honesty blazing in his eyes. With a hitching sob, she slid her arms around his neck and buried her face against his throat. He enveloped her pliant form without hesitation, cradling her like the most precious treasure.
"Don't do this to me, James," she gasped against his neck. "Don't ask me to surrender the only stability I've known while you chase duty, legacy, and all those empty, heartless things."
Her slender frame trembled with the force of her desolation. "You're asking me to give up part of my very soul! How can any woman withstand such an ordeal?"
James pressed his brow to her crown, shredded inside by the anguish engulfing the woman he cherished above all others. How many more times must he witness her suffering before they found their way back?
How many more trials must they endure before escaping this fresh hell unscathed?
Gathering an iron resolve, he tilted her face up and slanted his mouth over hers in a fevered, desperate kiss. Sarah melted into the aching embrace, reciprocating ardently even as he tasted the salt of her tears on his lips and tongue.
When the fury of their kiss ebbed, James peppered frantic, soothing kisses over her damp cheeks and down the column of her neck before burying his face against the fragrant hollow beneath her ear.
"Give me one year, my love," he pled in a harsh, guttural murmur. "One year to set things right by any means necessary."
His palm cradled the back of her head, fingers tunneling through her thick tresses. "Then I'll rid myself of this shackled existence and any other obstacle keeping me from your side permanently."
At last, she drew back enough to gaze up at him, their mingled breaths intermingling. Her eyes shimmered with heart-rending vulnerability, pleading for him to assuage her every doubt.
Finally, she nodded, swallowing hard.
"One year. And then we run far away from all this madness...together?"
Emma laughed softly as she adjusted the collar of Mark’s suit, her fingers brushing against his chest. They stood in the office conference room, the sunlight streaming through the glass walls, casting a golden hue over them. Mark grinned at her, his eyes filled with warmth, as if they shared an inside joke no one else could understand. “Honestly, Mark,” Emma teased, stepping back to admire her handiwork, “if I didn’t step in to save you, you’d walk into this meeting looking like a wrinkled mess.” Mark chuckled, his voice low and smooth. “That’s why I keep you around, Emma. You’re not just the brains of this operation—you’re also the style police.” Their laughter echoed through the room, a stark contrast to the tension radiating from James, who stood just outside the conference room, watching them through the glass. His jaw clenched as he saw Emma place a hand on Mark’s arm, her touch lingering just a second too long. When the meeting concluded, Emma and Mark
James stood at the doorway of Emma’s office, the weight of his desperation etched into his features. He hesitated for a moment, watching her from afar. Emma sat at her desk, flipping through documents with practiced precision, her demeanor calm and collected.He cleared his throat, stepping inside. “Emma,” he began, his voice softer than usual, almost hesitant.She didn’t look up, keeping her eyes on the document in front of her. “If you’re here about work, leave it on the desk. If it’s personal, I’m not interested.”James sighed, stepping closer. “Emma, please. We need to talk.”At this, she glanced up, her eyes cold and unreadable. “About what, James? More excuses? More promises you won’t keep?”“No,” he said quickly, shaking his head. “I’m not here to make excuses. I just... I just want us to fix this.”Emma leaned back in her chair, cros
James stood in the kitchen, the faint aroma of rosemary and garlic filling the air. He wiped his hands on a towel, glancing nervously at the clock. Emma would be home soon. He had spent the entire day preparing her favorite meal—grilled salmon with creamy mashed potatoes and roasted asparagus. It wasn’t just about the food; it was about the message he hoped to send.He wanted her to know he was trying. That he was sorry. That he couldn’t lose her.When the front door opened, James quickly straightened his shirt, running a hand through his hair. He plastered a smile on his face as Emma stepped into the living room, her heels clicking against the wooden floor.“Emma,” he greeted warmly. “You’re home.”She paused, her sharp gaze cutting through him. “I can see that, James. What is it this time?”He gestured toward the dining table, which was set with candles and her favorite white-and-gold china. &ldqu
Sarah leaned back against her couch, a glass of wine in her hand, the room dimly lit by the glow of her TV. Her mind was swirling with frustration and indignation over her earlier conversation with James. His dismissive attitude and hollow promises were beginning to wear on her, but she wasn’t about to let him win. She was determined to remind him that she wasn’t a woman to be ignored.A sharp knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts. She glanced at her phone, her brow furrowing. She wasn’t expecting anyone, and James certainly wouldn’t show up unannounced. Setting her glass down, she rose to her feet and walked to the door, peeking through the peephole.“Tyler?” she muttered under her breath, a mix of surprise and annoyance flashing across her face. What was he doing here?She opened the door, leaning against the frame with a raised brow. “What do you want?”Tyler stood there, his hands shoved into the pocket
James sat in his home office, the soft glow of his desk lamp illuminating the scattered papers before him. His mind was a whirlwind, consumed by Emma’s growing defiance and the precarious state of his plans. His phone vibrated for the fifth time in the last hour, the screen lighting up with Sarah’s name. He clenched his jaw, refusing to answer.A few moments later, another message popped up: "James, you can’t ignore me forever. Call me now, or I’ll handle this my way."He cursed under his breath, tossing his pen onto the desk. “Damn it, Sarah,” he muttered. The last thing he needed was for her to create more chaos in his already fragile situation. With a resigned sigh, he picked up the phone and dialed her number.The call connected almost instantly. “Finally!” Sarah’s voice was sharp, laced with frustration. “What the hell, James? You’ve been ignoring my calls and texts for days.”“I&r
Emma sat in the plush armchair by the window, a glass of wine cradled in her hand as she stared out at the city skyline. The Montgomery estate was eerily quiet, save for the faint hum of traffic in the distance. She had spent the day drowning herself in paperwork, trying to ignore the growing tension between her and James. Tonight, she resolved, she would give herself peace.A soft knock on the door disrupted her thoughts. She didn’t bother turning. “Come in,” she said, her tone devoid of warmth.James entered hesitantly, his usual confidence replaced with a vulnerability she hadn’t seen before. He closed the door behind him and took a deep breath.“Emma,” he began softly, his voice almost pleading.She didn’t respond immediately, swirling the wine in her glass. “If this is another attempt to lecture me, James, I suggest you save your breath.”He moved closer, his hands shoved into his pockets as if tryin