Semua Bab The CEO Billionaire Collection: Bab 91 - Bab 99

The past few weeks had been a whirlwind. Between the staged photos, the public outings, and the constant need to keep up appearances, things have been hectic. My office had become a welcome respite from it all, an oasis of calm amidst the storm.The intercom buzzed to life, breaking my focus. "Sir, Emily is here to see you."I pressed the button, my voice crisp. "Send her in."The door opened, revealing Emily, clad in a form-fitting dress that perfectly accentuated her curves. She looked a touch taken aback, her eyebrows raised questioningly. "You wanted to see me?"I leaned back in my chair, allowing a smirk to play on my lips. "Just because we're engaged doesn't mean you're off the hook. You're still my assistant. And, if I may add, an exceptional one at that. I'd be a damn fool not to get as much work out of you as I can."She chuckled, crossing her arms in faux indignation. "And here I thought I was on wedding duty. You mean I still have to earn my keep?""Wedding duty is almost wr

It was two days out from the wedding, and my penthouse looked like the aftermath of a strategic war room conference. Papers were scattered everywhere — on the coffee table, the couch, even the floor. Everywhere I looked, I saw evidence of the upcoming event: glossy photos of Château Éclat, the chosen venue; catering samples which, up till now, remained uneaten; a guest list stretching to two pages, listing the most influential people in Seattle, and that damned seating chart, which felt more complicated than a high-stakes game of chess.The venue was something, though. Emily's choice, Château Éclat, was an old mansion overlooking the Elliot Bay. Surrounded by ancient, towering trees and manicured gardens with a maze-like quality. It was grand and intimate all at once. As dusk approached, the mansion would light up, painting a picture straight out of a fairy tale. Emily might've picked this place for our 'show,' but to me, it looked like she'd chosen her dream wedding venue. She had o

The day I'd fantasized about as a little girl, wrapped in my mom's old curtains pretending to walk down the aisle, had finally come. And the ironic thing was, it wasn't even a real wedding. Still, the buzz in the room was infectious.Katie, always the pragmatist, was coordinating last-minute details and double-checking the seating arrangements. "I can’t believe this venue! This is going to be one for the books!” she declared, eyes sparkling mischievously as she winked at me.Shannon, my ever-supportive sister and maid of honor, was busying herself with fluffing up the train of my dress and ensuring every hair on my head was perfectly in place. "You look like a princess, Em," she whispered, emotion evident in her voice.Then there was Mom. Elizabeth - or 'Liz' as her friends called her - was a force to be reckoned with. A petite woman with a shock of silver hair and the energy of a tornado, she could command a room without uttering a single word. Today, she was in her element, overseein

Well, who would’ve thought? The room should’ve been dripping with scandal, awkward glances, and gossip whispering through every corner, but nope. It morphed into a fantastic party instead. Laughing faces, clinking glasses, and a weird yet totally welcomed wave of euphoria fizzed through the air. Everyone was raising their glasses, toasting to the spectacle, to the unexpected joy in a very expected mess.My heart was bopping around in my chest like a pinball, all because of Adrian’s “I love you” still ricocheting through my mind. There we were, in the middle of it all, swaying, smiling, completely wrapped up in each other while the crowd partied on around us. As the bass pumped through the space, I could only hear the soft, steady beat of our hearts, and feel our breaths gently colliding in the small space between us.It was all so perfect—just him, me, and our little secret, safe in our bubble amid the chaos.But then, reality, that persistent bugger nudged its annoying nose in.Enter