Semua Bab Sinful Arrangement: Bab 21 - Bab 30

The morning sun didn’t shine through the glass walls of Blackwell Tower. It burned. Harsh and golden against the matte black blinds that did nothing to soften its blaze. Inside the penthouse office, the atmosphere was colder than the winter wind outside. Frederick stood with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, crisp white shirt fitted perfectly over his lean frame, the top buttons undone. A dark steel tie hung loosely from his neck, forgotten, the knot undone after his third heated call with international security. His slacks were black, tailored to a dangerous sharpness, and his Rolex glinted as he shifted his weight, eyes narrowed on the conference table cluttered with classified documents and digital screens.Across from him sat Luke, already ten hours into the day, dressed in a charcoal suit with no tie, hair ruffled and face unshaven, a laptop glowing in front of him as he scrolled through the updated guest list.“Ninety-seven confirmed. That’s not counting press who’ll try to s

Two days had passed.Designers had rushed in and out of Blackwell Empire like frantic ghosts, their arms full of fabric and whispers. The penthouse had become a temporary atelier, almost abandoned in its stillness apart from the quiet hum of preparations. Garment bags hung from door frames. Mannequins stood in corners like silent witnesses to transformation. It was here, in the eye of the storm, that Amelia stood barefoot on the marble floor, her arms raised slightly as two women pinned and adjusted her gown.The dress was a deep ivory, soft against her skin, sleeveless with delicate lace trailing down a plunging V neckline. The bodice clung to her frame like it had been sewn there, molded to every dip and curve. The skirt flared only slightly, elegant and fluid, with a slit running high along her right leg. The lace shimmered faintly under the dim lights, catching on every slow movement.Amelia stared at herself in the mirror, her expression unreadable. Her reflection was a stranger

“I already have one in mind,” he whispered, brushing his lips barely against hers.Amelia barely had time to respond before he captured her mouth fully. The frosting still lingered on her lips, and he tasted it deliberately, his tongue teasing the corner of her mouth before sliding inside. The kiss was hungry—no longer careful, no longer a tease. His hands gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him until there was no space left between their bodies.She moaned into his mouth, one hand sliding up the back of his neck, the other fisting the front of his shirt. She had never been kissed like this before, by a man starved, a man desperate to devour every breath she had left.He broke the kiss only to press open-mouthed kisses down her jaw, then her throat, his fingers already tugging at the zipper of her dress. Her breath hitched.“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice low, breath hot against her collarbone.She nodded. “Frederick, just take it off.”With one slow, intentional tug, he

Gone.He’d seen it on the screen for less than a second, but it echoed through his mind like a scream underwater. Frederick had faced boardroom betrayals, ambushes in alleyways, and the cold silence of a father who never saw him as enough. But nothing—nothing—gripped him like the thought of her being gone.Not now.Not after last night.He hit redial immediately, but the number that sent the message rang twice before cutting off. Anonymous. Untraceable.He shoved the office door open and stormed down the hall.He dialed Luke. "Hey boss, are you coming down for the..."“I need the hotel on total lockdown. Get security to run up and check if Amelia is still there.""Uh, okay okay. On it boss, anything the problem exactly?""I just got sent a cryptic text. Gone. That was it. I need to know if my wife is safe."The word tasted unfamiliar. Wife. Amelia. The woman who had made him feel something other than control. He remembered the way she had looked beneath him last night, vulnerable and

Confidential Contractual AgreementBetween: Frederick Xavier Blackwell (hereafter “The Benefactor”)And: Dr. Amelia Seraphine Hart (hereafter “The Counterparty”)Effective Date: November 17, 2030Contract Code: BWE-HART/01AClause 1: Purpose of AgreementThis contract is entered into by both parties in mutual understanding and full consent, outlining the nature, boundaries, and expectations of a legally binding yet strategically motivated marital union.Clause 2: Public RepresentationThe parties agree to legally wed and present themselves to the public, family, media, and Blackwell Empire Board of Directors as a devoted married couple.Clause 3: DurationThe agreement shall remain valid for a period of twelve (12) months unless terminated under the conditions listed in Clause 14.Clause 4: Financial ProvisionsThe Benefactor will provide the Counterparty with full financial assistance for the expansion and operation of her private medical clinic. This includes permits, salaries, equi