LOGINMarilyn spent the rest of the workday distracted. It wasn't because of the reports Claire had assigned her. Or the endless emails piling up in her inbox, either. It was Raymond. Or more precisely, the conversation waiting for her after work. Every time she glanced toward the CEO's office, her stomach tightened. She had accepted his proposal. The reality of that fact still felt surreal, like something she'd dreamed and hadn't quite woken from. Marriage. She was actually going to marry Raymond Stewart. Not date him, or become his girlfriend, but to marry him. The thought alone was enough to make her heart beat faster, fast enough that she had to set down her pen and breathe. By the time the clock finally crawled to the end of the workday, Marilyn was mentally exhausted. Madison walked into her office carrying a folder, hip cocked, already grinning. "You're still here?" Marilyn looked up. "I work here." Madison rolled her eyes. "You know exactly what I mean." A knowing smile s
The next day felt strangely normal. For the first time in days, Marilyn walked through the revolving doors of Stewart Crown Resorts and headed toward the employee elevators. The familiar lobby, the reception desk, the staff moving around with tablets and folders in hand—it all felt comforting after the emotional chaos of the past week. Her mother's surgery had been successful, and she was recovering. And for the first time in days, Marilyn could finally breathe. The moment she stepped onto her floor, Madison spotted her. The executive secretary immediately abandoned whatever she was doing and marched toward her. "There she is." Marilyn smiled weakly. "Good morning." Madison looked her up and down. "You look terrible." Marilyn laughed. "Good morning to you too." Madison pulled her into a brief hug. The gesture surprised Marilyn. "How's your mother?" "Better." The relief in Marilyn's voice was obvious. "The doctors are happy with her progress." Madison smiled. "Good." For a m
The following morning, Raymond Stewart arrived at Mediterranean Hospital before eight o'clock. The hospital staff recognized him immediately. A few greetings followed as he made his way through the private wing. In one hand, he carried a bouquet of fresh white lilies and pale pink roses. He wasn't sure why he had bought them. The florist simply asked who they were for. When he said an elderly woman that was recovering from surgery, she picked the flowers herself. But Raymond never questioned it. He stepped out of the elevator and headed toward the nurses' station. A doctor was reviewing a patient's chart nearby. The moment he saw Raymond, recognition flashed across his face. "Mr. Stewart." Raymond nodded politely. "Doctor." The man smiled. "I was actually hoping to see you this morning." Something in his tone made Raymond pause. "How is Mrs. Oxford?" The doctor's smile widened. "Much better than we expected. Of course, there is still a recovery process ahead of us, but the da
Marilyn woke up to the persistent ringing of her apartment doorbell. The sound refused to stop. At first, she tried ignoring it. She pulled the blanket over her head and buried her face deeper into the pillow, hoping whoever was outside would eventually give up. But they didn’t. The bell rang again, and again, and again. With a frustrated groan, Marilyn sat upright in bed. Her head felt heavy, between her mother’s surgery, Raymond’s proposal, and the countless thoughts keeping her awake half the night, she had barely gotten any sleep. The bell rang again. “Coming!” She pushed herself off the bed. She was still wearing the black lounge pants and cream tank top she had slept in. Her red hair was a tangled mess around her shoulders as she walked barefoot out of her bedroom. Halfway through the living room, she paused. The apartment looked exactly how she felt. Exhausted. A coffee mug sat forgotten on the center table. A throw blanket hung off the couch. Magazines were scattered acr
The city lights blurred past the tinted windows of Raymond's car as it moved smoothly through the evening traffic. Lawrence drove without saying a word, giving the two people in the backseat complete privacy. Marilyn sat beside Raymond, staring at her left hand, at the ring. She had been staring at it ever since he slipped it onto her finger. It wasn't overly flashy, in fact, compared to the kind of jewelry billionaires usually bought, it looked surprisingly simple. Elegant. Timeless. And somehow, that made it worse. Because it didn't look like a joke. It looked real. Everything about today felt unreal. Her mother’s surgery, and Madison creating chaos. With the hospital believing Raymond was her fiancé. And then Raymond calmly proposed marriage as if he were discussing tomorrow's weather. Marilyn closed her eyes briefly. Her entire life had changed in less than forty-eight hours. She didn't even know how to process it. Beside her, Raymond sat quietly, his attention focused on th
The VIP lounge gradually became quieter as the evening stretched deeper into the night. After hearing that Elizabeth's surgery had gone well, Naomi and Sia finally relax. The tension that had followed them for hours slowly eased from their shoulders. They remained with Marilyn for another hour, talking about random things and trying their best to distract her, but exhaustion eventually caught up with all of them. "You're not leaving this hospital tonight, are you?" Naomi asked for what felt like the tenth time. Marilyn shook her head. "I didn't think so," Naomi sighed. Sia stood and stretched her arms above her head. "At least try to sleep a little." "I will." "That's a lie." "It is." The three women laughed softly. For the first time all day, the sound didn't feel forced. Naomi stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Marilyn. "Your mom is strong. She'll be okay." Sia joined the hug a second later. "Call us if you need anything. Even if it's three in the morning." Mari
Two years later. Marilyn Oxford woke up to soft sunlight filtering through the curtains of her small apartment. Today was her first official day at Stewart Global Resorts, the company she had dreamed of joining ever since her sophomore year in college. Her heart beat faster as she climbed out of b
The worst day of Marilyn Oxford’s life began on her twenty-first birthday. She had walked into her boyfriend, Simon Hayes’s apartment carrying a small gift bag and wearing black lace lingerie beneath her clothes. She had spent weeks imagining this moment. Tonight, she had planned to give him her vi
Elizabeth Oxford had always believed she was stronger than she looked. Life had taught her that strength was not always about fighting. Sometimes it was about enduring. Enduring disappointment, enduring loneliness, and enduring the endless struggle of raising a child alone while pretending everyt
The following day passed far more peacefully than Marilyn expected. For once, Raymond didn’t call her into his office every hour, nor did he find excuses to keep her close. He didn’t even send her on impossible errands, or stop by her desk. The strange conversation they had shared after leaving the







