The internet was on fire. Sophia's phone vibrated so much that she thought it would melt.Many popular celebrity blogs had already posted the explosive headline and the news was spreading everywhere.“Actress Sophia Grey Rumoured to be in a relationship with billionaire Asher Knight. Is he her Mr. A?”Within minutes, hashtags like #AsherAndSophia, #MysteryLover, and #MrARevealed began trending.Fans started pulling images from Sophia’s Insta stories, the necklace, midnight roses, the tickets, the perfume.Everything seemed to point to someone who was rich. And with the already buzzing news of Asher Knight saying he had found someone, Bloggers couldn't resist making a connection between the two.When asked outside her apartment by paparazzi, a reporter called out, “Sophia! Is it true? Is Asher Knight your Mr. A?”Sophia paused, then smiled coyly. “I’ve learned that some things are more magical when they’re not spelled out.”The internet took that as a yes.In just under 24 hours, her

Fiona stood outside the entrance of La Maison de Lumiere, one of the city's most exclusive restaurants. The last thing she had been expecting was a letter from Asher Knight asking her to dinner, especially with the recent events regarding Sophia. She wore a dress that hugged her figure without trying to hard. The valet opens the glass doors for her and she stepped in to find the restaurant completely empty. No clinking of glasses or murmuring couples. Just the sound of soft jazz by the live band. A hostess greeted her with a smile. “Right this way, Mrs. Grey.” As she walked through the exquisite restaurant, she couldn't help but wonder why it was empty. This was a restaurant people waited months to make a reservation. Had he bought out the entire place? For her? She spotted him near the back wearing an elegantly tailored suit, handsome as ever. William was still using the same face he had used when he met Fiona previously as well as Sophia. He stood up to greer her

Scarlett had carefully studied the documents Asher Knight gave to her and already had a strategy ready to close the deal. She had just gotten off a call with the secretary of the project head and had scheduled a meeting to meet at the project site later in the day. The sun beat gently on the field just outside the city. Steel frames were being erected and concrete had already begun to carve outlines of what would become a luxury smart housing development. It was a high-end real estate project that attracted a lot of interest. Scarlett’s sleek white SUV rolled onto the gravel path leading to the temporary office on the construction site. She stepped out, her designer sunglasses shielding her eyes from the scorching sun. She glanced at her reflection in the car mirror, fixing her lipstick. She looked around scanning the area. The site was buzy with workers in hard hats shouting instructions, unloading materials and reading schematics. As she approached the mobile office statio

The next morning, Scarlett arrived at the project site. She wore a sleek red blouse tucked into a black skirt that ended mid-thigh and hugged her figure. Her heels clicked as she walked proudly past the construction workers, not bothering to greet anyone. The workers watched her strut past them with a mix of amusement and confusion on their faces. Her designer glasses rested on her raised nose and she held her gold purse like she was going for a fashion shoot rather than a job. William was already reviewing schedules in the site office when Scarlett stepped in. he looked at her slowly from top to bottom and then shook his head. “That’s what you chose to wear to a construction site?” he asked. Scarlett lifted her sunglasses and gave him a blank stare. “Yes. What’s wrong with it?” “Everything,” he replied sharply. “You look like you’re here for a cocktail party not work.” She folded her arms. “Well, forgive me for not wanting to dress like a glorified intern.” “You are

It was a man named Daniel. He once worked for her as an intern. He used to fetch her coffee, and organize meetings, and perform other menial tasks for her. She used to treat him like thrash and would insult him for any small mistake he made. Now he was at the supervisors’ table looking confident. A wide grin spread across his face as he watched her struggle. William had purposely hired him as a supervisor because he wanted to humiliate Scarlett. He folded his arms. “Wow. I never imagined you would be the one getting my lunch.” Scarlett gritted her teeth. “Don’t read much into it. I'm just helping out.” Daniel stood and took his lunch from one of the trays she was balancing. “I won’t, but this is definitely going in my journal.” By the time the day was over, Scarlett was exhausted and hoped that the second day would go easier. However, the second day wasn’t any different. She rewrote an entire document for William only to have it tossed back at her face saying it wasn’t good e