The Truth RevealedVictor’s face paled at his mother’s words, but he quickly masked his emotions. He wasn’t a man who let fear show easily, yet there was no denying the tension that now crackled between them. Emma could sense it, something darker than she had ever imagined.For a long moment, silence stretched out between them, thick with unspoken truths.Victor exhaled slowly, breaking the silence first. “Emma, there’s something you need to know,” he began, his voice low and heavy with guilt.She crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing as she prepared herself for whatever bombshell he was about to drop. “I think I’ve earned the right to know everything now, don’t you?” she said, a bite of sarcasm laced in her words, though underneath, the hurt was evident.He ran a hand over his face, the lines of exhaustion etched deep into his features. “My first marriage... it wasn’t what it seemed,” Victor finally admitted, his voice tinged with regret.Emma’s heart pounded in her chest as she took

A Night of PassionThe soft glow of the moonlight streamed through the curtains, casting delicate shadows across the room as Victor and Emma moved together in perfect harmony. The air was thick with desire, every touch, every whisper, igniting something deep within them both.Victor’s hands roamed Emma’s body, tracing the curves he had longed to touch for what felt like an eternity. His kisses were slow, deliberate, as if savoring every inch of her. Emma responded with the same intensity, her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she pressed her body against his.It had been months of tension, both emotional and physical, that had built up between them, and now, it all came rushing out in a torrent of passion. They had fought, they had cried, but tonight, there was no more distance. No more walls. Just them.Victor’s lips brushed against Emma’s ear, sending a shiver down her spine. “I’ve missed this… missed you,” he murmured, his voice husky with desire.Emma’s heart flut

The UltimatumVictor stood in the middle of the study, fists clenched, staring at the letter on his desk as if it might catch fire under his glare. The words burned in his mind, each sentence another weight pressing down on his chest.“Leave Emma, or face financial ruin.”It was Grandpa Ben’s ultimatum, delivered cold and ruthless, just like the man himself. Victor had known this day would come, but he hadn’t expected the knife to be twisted so deep.Emma entered the room quietly, her eyes falling immediately on Victor’s tense posture. The atmosphere was thick with tension, almost suffocating. She could feel it like a storm brewing between them.“Victor,” she started softly, but he didn’t turn around. His silence was deafening.She stepped closer, her heart heavy. “What did he say?”Victor finally moved, his hand sliding the letter off the desk. He tossed it toward her with a bitterness that surprised even him. “Read it.”Emma’s brow furrowed as she caught the paper. The words on the

The Boardroom BattleVictor's jaw tightened as he stood in front of the boardroom's massive glass windows, the city's skyline glowing behind him. The room was filled with tension, thick, oppressive tension that seemed to crackle with every heartbeat. He turned away from the view, facing the men and women seated around the long table, many of them familiar faces. But there was a chill in the air, one that hadn’t been there before. And at the head of that cold wind was Maria.She sat confidently, her hands folded neatly in front of her, the faintest smirk playing on her lips. It wasn’t just confidence, there was a challenge in her eyes, daring him to make a move. And Victor knew, in that moment, that the battle he’d been avoiding was about to start.“You’ve grown complacent, Victor,” Maria’s voice cut through the heavy silence like a sharpened blade. Her tone was calm, almost mocking. “Your leadership, while once innovative, has become… stagnant. The board can see that, can’t they?”Vic

Emma Takes a StandEmma felt the tension in the air as soon as she stepped into the grand ballroom of the charity event. The chandeliers sparkled overhead, casting a warm, golden light over the glittering crowd of the city’s elite. Her eyes immediately found Maria, standing across the room, draped in a sleek, blood-red gown, her signature smug expression on full display. Maria was the epitome of confidence, talking to a group of donors, her laughter echoing over the soft hum of conversation. But tonight, Emma wasn’t going to be sidelined.She had watched Victor break after the bombshell revelation about his true parentage. Grandpa Ben’s words had shattered him, and now Maria was circling like a shark, ready to strike and take everything from him. Emma wasn’t about to let that happen.Taking a deep breath, she walked toward Maria, her heart pounding but her resolve firm. Every step felt heavier, the weight of the moment pressing down on her. She could feel eyes on her, the whispers alr