Lahat ng Kabanata ng One Night Stand With Mr. President: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

EmiliaThe moment Bae pulled the car to a stop just outside the front entrance of Kane Group, the reporters swarmed us like bees on a sugar rush.“Mrs. Kane! What is your take on the new policy?”“Is it true you're stepping down from your role?"Stepping down from my role? Who even provides these guys with their stories?“Do you still have a future at Kane Group after this?”“Why has everything changed all of a sudden?”Cameras flashed in my face like strobe lights at a rave. I blinked, disoriented, trying not to trip over myself as security came rushing toward the car, pushing bodies back like it was some red carpet situation.“What the actual hell are they talking about?” Bae muttered beside me, squinting past the windshield like she was ready to throw hands.“I have no damn idea,” I said through clenched teeth. “What new policy? What future? Why is everyone acting like I got kicked out of my own life?”Security motioned for me to exit the car. I took one last breath before pushing

EmiliaThe door creaked open, and I blinked when I saw who was standing there.Mr. Malcolm.Oh wow.I actually did a double take because this man? This man had never shown up to a single board meeting, not in my time working here, not even when Richard dragged me into a few after we got married. His name was always on the roll call, sure, but his face? Never.He’d always send one of his smug little assistants to sit in for him while, I assumed, he soaked in some luxurious hot tub somewhere in Spain sipping aged wine.But here he was, in the flesh, staring right at me like I was the ghost.“Well, well... what a surprise,” he said, trying to muster some casual charm, but I could see the stiffness behind that fake smile.“Why?” I tilted my head, crossing my arms. “You weren’t expecting me? That’s odd. I am a board member... you know, legally and all that.”His lips twitched like I’d just caught him with his hand in a cookie jar. “Ah, no, of course, I just... I didn’t know you were in toda

RichardI ignored the stares and hushed whispers as I walked into the lobby of Carter Inc. It was nothing I wasn’t used to. People always stare when you’re in the news or make bold moves that shake the city’s business tree. Let them whisper.The reception area was sleek. Minimalist. Chrome finishes, sharp lighting, a ridiculous modern-art sculpture off to the side that looked like a crumpled soda can sprayed in gold. I headed straight for the front desk where the receptionist, a woman in her late twenties, sat clicking away furiously on a keyboard."Hi," I said, standing squarely in front of her desk. "I have an appointment with Mr. Carter."She didn’t look up. Her fingers kept dancing across the keyboard."Hold, please," she mumbled.I stared at her. Was she serious? Still typing, still not a glance."I don’t have much time," I said calmly, keeping the edge out of my voice."Your name?" she asked flatly, fingers still tap-dancing.I paused. Just for a beat. "Richard Kane."And that wa

EmiliaI could feel my vitality slowly leaking out of me like air from a worn tyre by the time I arrived at my office. Employees were still engaged in small-group conversations, shoes were clacking on the tiled floor, and phones were ringing occasionally. One would assume that folks would be a little more subdued if reporters were camped out like they were at a red carpet event. However, no. Apparently, the best office cocktail was gossip and deadlines.At last, I arrived at my door, pulled it open, and entered like a person dragging their last breath. Like I was in an independent film, I closed it behind me and exhaled a long, theatrical sigh."At last," I whispered to myself.I left my luggage on the table, walked up to the chair, my poor faithful chair, and fell into it as if it were the only place I could feel safe in the whole damn city.There was still a lot of bustle outside. In the distance, I could still hear the distant hum of reporters' voices and the sporadic clicks of came

EmiliaI hadn’t used my real name in weeks.The mailbox outside read “Elise Carter,” a name I made up on the spot when I signed the lease. The apartment was small, tucked above a bookstore, hidden from the chaos of the world I used to live in. I wanted silence. Solitude. A chance to just breathe without someone breathing down my neck, watching me, judging me.But peace doesn’t come easy when your past keeps knocking.Jayden. God, I was so tired of his name popping up on my screen.I had my phone on silent these days, only checking it a few times a day, mostly to keep an eye out for any message from Richard. But all I ever found were long-winded texts from Jayden. Paragraphs begging. Pleading. Then demanding. Then threatening.“You’re still my fiancée in spirit.”“You’re only with him because you got pregnant.”“Richard doesn’t love you. He never did.”“He let his family walk all over you. And now he’s doing it too.”At first, I blocked his number. Then he showed up at the florist down