For some reason, Monica’s drama is extending longer than I thought 🤧
The sun was just beginning to rise as I sat at my kitchen table, a cup of coffee growing cold in front of me. I couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that had settled in my chest since yesterday. Adrian’s explanation about the corporate sabotage incident had left me with more questions than answers. I trusted him, but how much of his world was I willing to accept?I absently swirled the coffee in my mug, replaying our conversation over and over in my mind. Adrian had seemed genuinely remorseful, but there was a hardness to his words, a resolve that made me wonder if he truly regretted his actions or if he was simply pragmatic about the lengths he’d go to secure his position.My phone buzzed on the table, pulling me from my thoughts. It was Grace, her timing impeccable as always.“Hey, Bella! How’s the world of billionaires treating you this morning?” she chirped.I couldn’t help but smile at her cheerful tone. “Hey, Grace. It’s...complicated. Can I call you later? I’ve got a lot on my min
I watched as he answered the call, his tone tense and guarded. The conversation was brief, but it was clear that something significant had happened.When he hung up, Adrian turned to me, his face grim. “There’s been another development. We need to act fast.”I nodded, feeling the weight of the situation settle on my shoulders. As much as I wanted to trust Adrian, the shadows of doubt loomed large. And as we moved forward, I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were on the brink of something that could change everything.Adrian’s POV The morning light cast a golden glow over the buildings, but I could barely appreciate it. My mind was consumed with thoughts of the latest attack from Monica. The public fallout was severe, and I had to find a way to mitigate the damage.I heard Bella’s voice in my head, her words from yesterday echoing like a refrain. “But where do we draw the line, Adrian?” Her voice, filled with concern and doubt, was a stark reminder of the delicate balance I had to ma
The day started with the usual chaos, a flurry of emails and phone calls, the weight of a multi-billion dollar empire pressing down on my shoulders. But today, there was an added layer of tension, an unwelcome disturbance that had been gnawing at me since my mother’s call yesterday. Oliver was coming back.I sat in my office, staring at the city skyline, the endless stretch of glass and steel that represented my dominion. Yet, for all its beauty, today it felt like a cage. I couldn't help but think of the years of animosity and silent competition that had defined my relationship with my brother.My phone buzzed, snapping me out of my reverie. A text from Lucas.**Lucas:** “Oliver’s flight just landed. He’ll be here in an hour.”I sighed, running a hand through my hair. The last thing I needed was another power struggle, especially now. I glanced at the clock. One hour to prepare for a confrontation I had been avoiding for years.I decided to distract myself by reviewing the Sterling d
Bella's POV The morning was crisp and clear as I made my way to the Langston Tech building, the towering skyscrapers of Meridian City reflecting the sunlight in a dazzling array of colors. Today felt different. The air seemed charged with a mix of anticipation and unease. Adrian had mentioned a significant meeting, but I had no idea what to expect.I stepped into the elevator, the sleek chrome walls and ambient lighting a stark contrast to the tumultuous thoughts in my head. My outfit, carefully chosen, consisted of a royal blue pencil skirt paired with a white silk blouse and a tailored blazer. Professional yet approachable, a look that exuded confidence even if I didn’t entirely feel it.As I walked into my office, I was greeted by the usual hum of activity. Diana gave me a brief nod, her expression neutral as she handed me a stack of reports. "Good morning, Bella. Adrian is expecting you in his office.""Thanks, Diana," I replied, giving her a polite smile.I took a deep breath and
Meridian City was electric at night. The skyscrapers loomed against the dusky sky, their facades shimmering with countless lights. Streets bustled with people, the hum of traffic a constant backdrop. It was the kind of place where dreams were made and shattered in a single night, where ambition drove everything, and the stakes were always high.I was at the annual Meridian Tech Conference, one of the biggest events of the year, a showcase for all the latest innovations in technology and design. My ticket in was a freelance gig with one of the tech companies showcasing their products. As a freelance graphic designer, it was a chance to network, to connect with new clients, and, hopefully, to land more gigs.I’d dressed for the occasion, choosing a sleek black dress that hugged my curves in all the right places. It was sophisticated but not flashy—just enough to make a good impression. My hair was down in loose waves, and I wore my favorite red lipstick, the one that made me feel confid
The air in the conference hall felt charged, as if every molecule had aligned to signal something monumental. I stood in the small meeting room, my pulse racing after Adrian Langston's abrupt entrance. He had this presence that filled the entire space, his entourage trailing behind like shadows. They waited at the door, respectful yet alert, while he stood in front of me, watching."I don't mean to be rude, but I'm in the middle of a meeting," I said, trying to muster a confident tone. I was determined not to be intimidated by his reputation, his wealth, or those impossibly intense blue eyes that seemed to look straight through me.He glanced around, his expression cool. "Doesn't seem like much of a meeting," he replied, his voice low and velvety, yet with an edge that hinted at his authority.Before I could respond, one of his assistants stepped forward, offering a polite smile. "Mr. Langston, the room has been reserved for you. There must have been a scheduling mix-up," she said, he
The conference hall was alive with activity, a pulsating rhythm of voices and laughter that reverberated off the high ceilings. Neon lights flickered in patterns, casting an ever-changing glow across the polished marble floors. As I stood near the edge of the crowd, I felt like a spectator in a world where I didn't quite fit in. The attendees were a sea of expensive suits and elegant evening gowns, a parade of wealth and status.Adrian Langston was at the center of it all, like a king holding court. He moved through the crowd with ease, his tailored navy suit hugging his broad shoulders and tapering to a perfect fit at the waist. His crisp white shirt was open at the collar, hinting at a more relaxed side beneath the corporate exterior. A simple gold watch peeked from under his cuff, and his dark hair was styled with just the right amount of tousled charm. He exuded confidence, the kind that could only come from being at the top of the corporate ladder.I, on the other hand, felt out
“I couldn't help but notice you earlier—you seemed a little out of place among all these suits." Adrian added. I couldn't help but laugh, though it was more of a nervous chuckle. "Yeah, I guess I don't really fit the mold," I said, glancing around at the impeccably dressed crowd. "I'm just a freelancer, not part of the corporate world.""Freelancer, huh?" Adrian said, leaning back slightly. "What kind of work do you do?""Graphic design," I replied, gesturing to my portfolio. "I was supposed to meet a client here tonight, but it looks like that plan fell through."Adrian's eyes flicked to my portfolio, then back to me. "Would you mind if I took a look?" he asked, his tone genuinely interested.I hesitated for a moment. Showing my work to Adrian Langston felt like stepping into a different realm, a place where the stakes were much higher. But something in his gaze told me he was curious, and I had a feeling it wasn't just polite small talk."Sure," I said, opening my portfolio and fli