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Carson had many thoughts running through his brain at that moment, but he managed to pull himself together. It was already enough that he had broken his five years of sexual abstinence. He felt guilty and didn’t want to go any further.It’s not that he hadn’t gotten over the death of his girlfriend five years ago. It’s just that, ever since then, he had never shown any interest in the opposite sex—until Sophie. And he felt guilty about it.He cleared his throat and helped her up.“Come inside,” she weakly signaled.He followed her inside and sat on the bed.“So… you have something to tell me, right? Go ahead,” he gestured.“Actually, you can go first. What I want to say isn’t that important,” she replied.“Is that so?” He looked at her with a doubtful expression. She looked down and blushed.“I won’t beat around it then. We’re having a party two days from now to celebrate my position as the new head of the O'Connell family. It’s an important event. We’re going to travel to the main fa

She ignored them and continued eating, but one of the girls, Stephanie, wouldn't let her off."Why have you been silent all along? Don’t you know all these brands?" she asked mockingly. But Sophie wasn't ready to fall into her trap."My husband is the host of this banquet, and as his wife, I have lots of things to think about right now. I can't join such lame and idle conversations. I only came here to grab a meal, and now that I'm done, you girls can continue with your gossip. I'm off."At the same time, Bastoni came to see her."You are beautiful," he complimented.She was quite happy, as she could see he was genuine."Thank you, Bastoni. You also look handsome in your suit." She helped him adjust his tie a bit.Bastoni blushed furiously and quickly said,"The couple dance is about to start, and you’re supposed to dance with Carson. He’s looking for you now.""Okay, I understand." She patted his shoulder gently. He left hurriedly after that. She laughed before looking for Carson. Sh

Coincidentally, this man's name was also Kenny. He acted feminine and was a talented fashion designer. She couldn’t hold it in anymore."Are you Master Kenny Wellsworth, the world-famous designer who designed the Weselis, worn by the Princess of Oakland?" Sophie interrupted suddenly, causing Carson and Kenny—who had been discussing enthusiastically—to pause.Kenny's eyes sparkled."You know about me?" he stood up with glee."Of course. Even though I’d heard very little about you, I had the honor of seeing the Weselis’ picture before, and I must say, I’m impressed."Kenny smiled brightly. "Oh my, I think we've already hit it off!" Carson looked at them oddly."Come, let me show you your office. With your status, you need one. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure to bring you along everywhere. You'll get lots of experience being with me. I heard you went to fashion school, so it won’t be a problem."Carson felt pleased to see them getting along."Since you two seem to be getting along, I’ll

The escalator clang softly as it arrived the ground floor. Lena still sophie to those who had known her before the world turned upside down stepped out into the lobby of the hotel. The low music and memories still rang softly from the hotel, where she and Ella had spent the past few hours discussing about their lives, wine glasses half filled with some sparkling wine and their laughter filled with joy and happiness.Sophie walked elegantly toward the main doors, her heels rhythmically clicking on the marble floor. She was in no rush, her chest still filled with the energy of the evening. It had been long since she had spoken her truth aloud without filtering it for public relations, or for family expectations. And Ella,as sweet and understanding she is,she listened,the way only best friends do, without interruption, her loyalty showed in every nod.She still remembered Ella’s wide eyes when she said it.“You what? You married a billionaire under contract?”Sophie had laughed at the d

Mr. Carson’s marriage to Lena had started as a contract—an agreement born out of circumstance, necessity, and emotional distance. But as days turned to weeks, something subtle yet undeniable began to shift between them. It wasn’t just about sharing a home anymore. It was about learning each other’s silences, softening at unexpected moments, and feeling emotions that neither of them had planned for.Lena noticed the change most in the quiet hours—in the way Carson now asked how her day went, how he remembered her favorite tea, or how he’d walk into a room just to sit with her, even if neither of them spoke. It wasn’t grand or dramatic. It was gentle, like a storm slowly calming into sunshine.By exactly 10:00 AM, while Lena was reviewing a fabric catalog in the studio office, her phone buzzed. It was an unsaved number. She hesitated. Her first instinct was to ignore it—probably a sales call, or worse, Richard again. But something told her to pick up.She swiped the screen reluctantly.