All Chapters of Once An Overlooked Housewife, Now A Queen Of Fortune: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Two months into the Solace Heights project and the progress has been great. The prototype development was ahead of schedule and investor presentations were polished to a shine. But the biggest part about this was how Felix and Wren managed to really stay true to their new agreed-upon friendship, in terms of making their collaboration work. Even Anthony was impressed by the change, which in his words, was compromise.Unlike Wren who had accepted her fate and couldn’t wait for the project to come to an end, Felix had a harder time trying to convince himself that he was only doing what was necessary, not that he was actually having a soft spot for Wren.Both had slept off in the office while working. Felix woke up first, from where he had rested his head on his folded arms on the table. The imprint of his watch was on his face. There was no one else in the entire building except for them, and probably Kael who was still standing outside, keeping guard despite the fact that it was already

For the second time, Grace tried to fasten the third button of William’s shirt.“You need to stop staring at me,” she said, not looking up from the stubborn button that kept sliding through her fingers.“I’m not staring.”“You are staring.”“I’m just admiring. There’s a difference.”Grace huffed out a breath and eventually was able to get the button through its hole only to realize she put it in the wrong one. “See? Now I have to start over because you’re being like that.”William caught her hand before she could undo her work. “Like what?”“Adorable. You’re being adorable and it’s distracting.”He grinned like a little boy, that with same smile that had first undone her weeks ago in his apartment. “You think I’m adorable?”“I think you’re going to be late to your own birthday party if I can't finish getting you dressed.” But Grace was smiling too, had been smiling almost constantly for the past two weeks, ever since that night they had decided to see where their relationship would go

What could require an emergency at 11:30 on a Saturday night? She was nervous, even when she didn’t want to be. Ordinarily, there should be nothing that would really warrant such an emergency. All the permits for the commencing building had been filed. Construction hadn’t started yet, so there couldn’t be a site issue. The financing was locked in.“Unless something fell through….or maybe one of the investors pulled out. But that would be handled Monday morning, not now….” Wren tried to logic her way through all the questions that were coming into her head.The financial district, where Morell Industries was situated, soon rose around them, glass and steel towers looking like tombstones in the dark. Kael pulled into the lot and killed the engine.When she walked into the designated conference the conversations that had been happening, stopped. Seven faces turned towards her, and Wren felt the impact of their collective attention. She was now suddenly very conscious of her outfit, which

There are lives built brick by brick. And then there are the moments when one watches the structure tilt, and realises that gravity is no longer a theoretical force but an executioner with perfect aim. Wren was living in the space between architecture and avalanche, which was that terrible pause before everything came down.She knew that someone had set her up. There was no other truth than that. The question now was who. And that question had too many possible answers. Bianca. Agnes. Simone. Anthonia. Including whatever other hidden monster was out there seeking her downfall. Oh, and there was Felix. She had to doubt him too. What if his newfound behaviour towards her was all calculated?And ever since the whole thing happened Wren hadn’t even been back to Ellington Industries. She had raised the bar and everyone now trusted her, and looked up to her as someone who would bring the branch to where it had never been before. She couldn’t bear the weight of going back there after they mu

Finally, Wren was asleep. A duly needed break from all the worries of the day. Grace dragged the blanket up over Wren’s body and moved some hair away from her face. The poor girl. Grace had never thought of herself as old enough to use phrases like that, but here she was. Twenty-five years old and thinking “the poor girl” about her best friend like she was someone’s aunt.She sat on the edge of the bed as quietly as she could so she wouldn’t mattress too much, and checked her phone. William had texted.**How’s she?**Grace typed back, **Asleep. Finally.****And you?**How was she? That was a deceptively simple question. She was tired and wired. She and William texted back and forth for a bit more. All that small conversational maintenance that kept relationships running. William said he couldn’t come over tonight because of work but he’d be there first thing tomorrow, and Grace told him it was fine.She had just finished typing the response when a notification from her Gmail dropped d