All Chapters of Slept With An "Ex-convict Nobody" - A Hidden Trillionaire!: Chapter 81
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Chapter 81: The Envelope
Emma Robbins sat hunched over a stack of documents, her office bathed in the pale glow of the morning sun. Spreadsheets, unpaid invoices, and bleak financial reports littered her desk like the debris of a sinking ship. H QQ qqer pen tapped absently against the paper, each sharp click echoing her restless thoughts. The Robbins Corporation was hanging by a thread, and Emma was the only one left desperately trying to stitch it together.A sudden knock at the door broke her concentration.“Come in,” Emma said, not looking up.The door opened with a soft creak, and Jennifer all but burst in, her eyes alight with excitement, a velvet-sealed envelope clutched in her hand.“You’re not going to believe this,” Jennifer announced, waving the envelope like it was a golden ticket.Emma sighed, rubbing her temples. “If it’s another bill, put it in the pile. I’ve had enough surprises for one day.”“This is not a bill.” Jennifer stepped closer, lowering her voice as if she were unveiling a secret. “
Chapter 82: Ethan’s question
Morning sunlight streamed through the kitchen windows, softening the polished glass of the Robbins household dining room. The clink of porcelain was the only sound as Ethan sipped his coffee.Emma entered moments later, after spending the entire night in her office buried in work, and trying to save Robbins' Corporation from the news that had been circulating about them being in debt. She carried the velvet-sealed envelope like it was a piece of contraband. The invitation had weighed on her mind all night, keeping her awake until dawn.Ethan glanced up, catching the shadow in her eyes. “Welcome home.” he said lightly, setting his cup down. “I got your message quite late."Emma pressed her lips together, then slid into her seat. “It's fine. I just had to finish up some important work at the office.”Ethan studied her with practiced ease, as though the question were nothing more than idle curiosity. “So,” Ethan drawled, cutting a slice of toast with precise care, “what does today hold
Chapter 83: Becoming the phantom
The Wirtkov penthouse was silent save for the muted hum of the city beyond the tall glass windows. Ahmad Malcolm stood beside the long oak table, every detail of the disguise laid out with precision—tailored black suit pressed to perfection, a velvet tie that spoke of understated dominance, a box of subtle prosthetics to harden the jawline and sharpen the cheekbones, and the final touch—the sculpted beard that completed the mask of authority.Ethan stepped closer, loosening his cuffs, his reflection in the glass shifting between two men—the husband Emma thought she knew and the phantom the world had come to fear: Wirtkov King.Ahmad studied him with wary eyes as he prepared the tools of transformation. “Tonight will be different,” he said quietly. “Emma will be there. Her presence makes this your most dangerous play yet. If she looks too closely—if she senses anything—your mask could crack.”Ethan’s gaze lingered on the suit, then flicked to Ahmad with the cool detachment of a man who
Chapter 84: Whispers of two empires
On stage, Valentina Enzogrande radiated triumph beneath the glittering chandeliers. She lifted her glass with effortless grace, her smile the very picture of power dressed as beauty. The room hushed around her, the air heavy with expectation.This was exactly how she loved it—when the spotlight was upon her making her not just a figure to be admired, but one to be applauded.She could tell from the looks of everyone present that she had just written her mark bold before everyone. Not many people would have been able to make Wirtkov King leave his luxury and comfort for a Charity Foundation Inauguration, but because she was Valentina Enzogrande, she was able to pull that stunt with effortless grace.“Tonight,” she began, her voice ringing clear and smooth, “is more than the birth of a foundation. It is the dawn of a vision. A vision where wealth and will unite, where empires no longer stand apart, but rise together.”The declaration hung like a jewel in the air, catching every flicker
Chapter 85: Emma’s Confrontation
The ceremony ended in a blur of applause. Emma could barely stand, her legs trembling beneath her gown as dignitaries craned their necks to catch a glimpse of her. Emma Robbins—the chosen one of Wirtkov King. The words seemed unreal, like a cruel jest echoing in her ears.As soon as the curtains fell and the orchestra resumed its polished hum, an attendant guided her swiftly from the VVIP section, her heels clicking too fast against the marble floors. Jennifer followed close behind, her excitement bubbling over in frantic whispers.“They’re looking at you like you’re royalty, Emma. Don’t you see? This is it. This is destiny unfolding right in front of us.”Emma barely heard her. Her breath was shallow, her pulse erratic. She felt as though the grand chandeliers and gilded walls were pressing down, suffocating her with the weight of what had just happened.They were led into a side corridor, away from the main hall’s brilliance. Here, Emma stopped, refusing to be moved further. She tur
Chapter 86: The family toast
Emma sat near the head of the dinning table, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. The events of the inauguration still clung to her skin like a second dress she couldn’t peel off. Every toast, every congratulatory remark from her uncles and cousins washed over her, distant, hollow. Yet when her grandfather’s booming laughter filled the room, the weight in her chest loosened just a little.Tonight, the Robbins family celebrated her.The butler had just begun pouring the second round of wine when the doors swung open. Ethan stepped inside, dressed casually as usual.“Ah, there he is,” Aunt Rose exclaimed, gesturing with her glass. “Our Emma’s dearest husband to be. Come in, Ethan you’re just in time for the toast.”Ethan smiled politely, slipping into the room as though he belonged. For a brief moment, he was caught somewhere between surprise and suspicion because it was strange to hear Aunt Rose compliment him that way.His eyes swept the table once, carefully, before settling on Emm
Chapter 87: Whispers and headlines
By dawn, Emma’s uneasy thoughts were no longer hers to bear alone. The whole city seemed to carry them, to magnify them, to hurl them back at her in ways she had never imagined.When she arrived at the Robbins Corporation the next morning, the atmosphere was charged. Every corridor hummed with tension, a current of whispers that darted just out of earshot whenever she passed. Employees who had once avoided her gaze now watched her with poorly hidden curiosity, their polite smiles stretched too thin, their greetings trembling with excitement.Her phone buzzed relentlessly inside her handbag, vibrating against her side like a trapped creature. Messages, calls, notifications from every outlet she knew—and many she didn’t—stacked one after another, each headline louder than the last. She didn’t even need to look. The truth of it was written in every wide-eyed stare that met her the moment she stepped into the lobby.The receptionist, who usually greeted her with a timid smile and a clip
Chapter 88: The invitation
The day stretched on like a test Emma hadn’t prepared for, each passing hour pulling her deeper into a storm she hadn’t chosen. Meetings blurred into each other, the drone of voices merging with the constant buzzing of her phone. Calls came in waves, emails stacked into an avalanche, and even behind the protective walls of her office, she could feel the pressure mounting outside—journalists, flashing cameras, and the unrelenting weight of public curiosity.By evening, her body was stiff from the tension of holding herself together, but her mind refused to shut down. It was sharper than ever, humming with restless energy. Her thoughts circled the same point over and over again: Wirtkov King. His name. His presence. His shadow over everything.Jennifer had worked tirelessly to shield her. She intercepted phone calls with the poise of a soldier in battle, fielded questions from restless shareholders, and even managed to divert Emma from a scheduled conference when word came that report
Chapter 89: A proposition in velvet shadows
The valet hurried forward, bowing slightly as Ethan stepped out first. His presence alone seemed to ripple through the staff, every gesture of respect sharpened, every voice lowered. When he offered Emma his hand, she hesitated only briefly before taking it, allowing herself to be guided out of the car. The cool night air brushed her face, carrying with it the faint scent of roses from the restaurant’s manicured courtyard.Inside, the maître d’ didn’t ask for a reservation, didn’t even glance at the guest list. Instead, he bowed deeply the moment his eyes caught sight of Ethan. “Mr. King, your table is ready.”Emma’s stomach tightened. They weren’t just being seated—they were being ushered into the most exclusive part of the restaurant, a section she had only heard of but never seen.Private alcoves with velvet curtains, crystal chandeliers hanging low to scatter light across polished marble floors, and waiters who moved like shadows, silent and precise. It wasn’t a dining room; it w
Chapter 90: The gravity of a king
Ethan did not move. He remained seated, back straight, gaze fixed, calm as a predator waiting for the precise moment to strike. His composure was terrifying in its precision, like a blade sheathed but vibrating with restrained violence. Under the table, however, his knuckles whitened against the linen. The faint tic in his jaw betrayed the storm that boiled beneath his still surface.Emma could see it. The line between his restraint and explosion was stretched thin, ready to snap. Her pulse quickened, though she didn’t know if it was fear of what these thugs would do—or of what Ethan would unleash.The taller brute leaned in again, the stench of arrogance rolling off him in waves. This time he was bolder, more insolent, his rough fingers brushing deliberately along Emma’s arm.“Don’t waste your time with this statue, sweetheart,” he drawled. “Come with us, and we’ll show you a real night.”Emma recoiled for a second time, her chair scraping against the marble, heart pounding so hard