Semua Bab Tempting The Billioanire : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Emily's POVAlexander was on the phone before I could even process what had just happened."I need a full audit of everyone who had access to the Harrison-Frost prenuptial agreement. Every lawyer, every assistant, every person who touched that file. I want names on my desk in one hour."He hung up and immediately dialed again."Marcus, it's Alexander. We have a leak... Yes, a serious one... I need to know if you've noticed anything unusual with any of our legal staff... I'll explain later. Just keep your eyes open."After the third call, he finally looked at me. I was still sitting there, frozen, my mind spinning with worst-case scenarios."Emily, breathe," he said, crouching in f

Emily's POVI woke to sunlight streaming through the windows and the smell of coffee. For a moment, I forgot where I was. Then everything came rushing back—the interview, Karen's threats, Alexander's footsteps outside my door.I grabbed my phone. It was already past nine, later than I'd slept in weeks. There were dozens of notifications, but one text stood out.From Alexander, sent at 6 AM: "Let you sleep in. Coffee in the kitchen. We need to talk when you're ready."We need to talk. Those four words never meant anything good.I showered quickly and dressed in jeans and a soft sweater, then made my way to the kitchen. Alexander sat at the island, his laptop open, still in the clothes he'd worn yesterday. Had he slept at all?"Morning," I said quietly.He looked up, and I saw the exhaustion in his eyes. "Morning. Coffee?""Please."He poured me a cup, and I noticed his hands were steady despite the obvious lack of sleep."Did you sleep?" I asked."An hour, maybe two." He gestured to hi

Emily's POVWe drove back to the penthouse in silence, but it was different from before. The air between us felt charged, electric. Every time Alexander's hand shifted on the gear stick, I was hyperaware of it. Every glance he sent my way made my heart race.What had we just done?The kiss had changed everything. Crossed a line we'd carefully avoided since this whole arrangement began. And now, sitting in the darkness of his car, I didn't know how to go back."Emily," Alexander said as we pulled into the garage. "We should talk about what just happened.""I know."But neither of us moved to get out of the car."This complicates things," he continued."I know that too.""We had rules. Boundaries. This was supposed to stay professional.""It was." I turned to look at him. "But it hasn't been professional for a while, has it?"Alexander's hands tightened on the steering wheel. "No. It hasn't.""So what do we do?"He was quiet for a long moment. Then he said, "I don't know. But I do know

Emily's POV"Mrs. Frost," Alexander said, his voice cold and formal. "What are you doing here?""Is that any way to greet your mother?" Catherine looked genuinely hurt, though I suspected it was for the cameras. "I flew all the way from France when I heard about your surprise wedding. Imagine my shock when I learned about it from a gossip website instead of from my own son."The reporters were eating this up, cameras clicking furiously."Everyone out," Alexander said firmly. "This is private property. Security, please escort these people outside.""But Mr. Frost—" a reporter started."Now."His security team moved in, efficiently herding the photographers toward the exit. Catherine watched with an amused smile, making no move to leave with them."Shall we talk in your office, darling?" she asked sweetly."We have nothing to discuss.""Oh, but we do. We have so much to discuss. Your hasty marriage, your new wife's... colorful background, the business deal you're so desperate to close."

Emily's POVThe hospital was chaos when we arrived. Reporters had already gathered outside, cameras flashing as they recognized Alexander's car."Mr. Frost! Can you comment on your mother's condition?""Is it true she tried to kill herself after your phone call?""Do you blame yourself for her overdose?"Alexander kept his head down, his hand firm on my back as we pushed through to the entrance. Security met us at the door, escorting us to a private waiting area.A doctor approached us immediately. "Mr. Frost? I'm Dr. Patterson. Your mother is stable, but she's sedated right now.""What happened?" Alexander asked, his voice tight."She took a combination of sleeping pills and alcohol. Thankfully, her assistant found her in time and called 911. We pumped her stomach and she's going to be fine, physically.""Physically," I repeated. "What about mentally?"Dr. Patterson's expression was grave. "We have her on a psychiatric hold. She'll need to be evaluated before she can leave. Mr. Frost