ログインNot stopping there, Edna added fuel to the fire upon seeing that Aiden’s expression still seemed unsatisfied: “What’s more, he approached Alma multiple times to insult and mock her.”"Edna... how could you do this? Have you gone mad? Do you even know what you're doing?" Conal snapped back to reality, shouting in utter shock."Don't blame me, Conal." Edna turned to look at him, her lips curling into a mocking sneer. "If anyone's to blame, it's you for being so incompetent that you backed yourself into a corner. You can barely take care of yourself, so how could you ever guarantee me a life of luxury and wealth?""I can!" Conal roared through choked sobs, his eyes blurred with tears of resentment and humiliation. "Didn't you say you were sacrificing everything for me? We made plans together!""You've lost everything! What guarantee could you possibly offer?" Edna shouted, callously erasing every memory between them. "Do you expect me to live a miserable life, hiding out with a dirt-poor
The resounding thud against the table failed to startle Aiden in the slightest. Even as Conal lunged forward, his eyes venomous and bloodshot, Aiden remained entirely unbothered. He composedly savored the helpless thrashing of his prey."What is the meaning of this? I don't receive a single cent from this transfer?"After a suffocating minute of silence, Conal questioned loudly. The shock of the glaring 1 USD figure in the transfer value section of the contract stripped away his usual dignified facade."You know better than anyone," Aiden replied, his finger tapping lightly on the glass tabletop, "the reason why you aren't getting a single dime.""I don't know a damn thing!" Conal shouted, scrambling to salvage the last of his authority. "Aiden Power, don't drive a man into a corner. If I don't get a proper explanation today, don't even dream of me handing over Conal Logistics!"Conal pointed his finger straight at Aiden's face. Conversely, the chairman of Power Group did not care in
A cold scent of cedarwood drifted through the crack of the bedroom door, waking Alma from a late sleep that had dragged on until past eight in the morning.The bedroom door swung open. Alma stepped out, her head still spinning slightly. She had assumed Aiden had left for the company early, so when she caught sight of his tall figure leisurely sitting on the living room sofa, her footsteps instinctively faltered."It's past eight o'clock. Why haven't you gone to work yet?" she asked curiously.Aiden set his coffee cup down on the stone table, the corners of his lips curling into a familiar, arrogant arc. Standing up, he threw on the crisply pressed suit jacket draped over the back of the chair. His deep, dark eyes locked onto her instead of giving a verbal answer."Now that you're awake, hurry up and eat breakfast."Throughout the meal, the familiar, suffocating silence enveloped them once more. Alma quietly kept her head down, clearing the dishes and putting them into the sink the mom
A week passed silently, like undercurrents shifting beneath the base of an iceberg.Since that fateful morning in the penthouse living room, life between Aiden and Alma had returned to its normal orbit, albeit awkwardly. There was no childish avoidance, nor were there distant, downcast eyes. They still crossed paths every morning, shared the same dining table, and maintained brief, unrippled conversations. Every tremor of that uncontrolled night was hidden beneath a flawless facade of composure.Yet, beneath that placid surface, waves of tension constantly clashed. One week—one hundred and sixty-eight suffocating hours under the same roof—amounted to just as many times they covertly tested each other's boundaries under the guise of the "contract."The first crack appeared one afternoon while Alma was brewing tea at the kitchen island. A brief lapse in concentration caused her to accidentally spill warm water, her frantic footsteps nearly slipping on the polished stone floor. Aiden, wh
The morning light of the new day filtered through the thin silk curtains of the penthouse, casting pale golden streaks across the large, disheveled bed.Alma woke up with a start. The dull ache lingering throughout her body, combined with the rich warmth emanating from the firm chest behind her, instantly pulled her consciousness back to reality. Her mind felt like it was about to explode as she spotted the torn shirt buttons scattered across the floor, alongside her crumpled dress.Last night... she and Aiden had truly lost control.A wave of shock mixed with sheer embarrassment choked her chest. They were a contract couple. She was here to bear his child, not to surrender her body and soul. Alma carefully brushed aside Aiden's arm, which was wrapped tightly around her waist, and gently stepped out of bed. She quickly grabbed her bathrobe, wrapping it tightly around herself, wanting to rush back to her own room before the man woke up, desperate to escape reality.Yet, the moment her
The space inside the Maybach fell into a frozen silence, completely cut off from the chaos and frenzied camera flashes fading behind them. The car glided smoothly through the misty city night, heading straight toward the penthouse.Alma kept her eyes glued to the blurred streaks of streetlights receding outside the window. She dug her fingers tightly into the premium leather seat, her nails sinking in until her knuckles turned white. The filthy mud slung from that reporter's mouth earlier, along with the words "about to die," still pierced her ears like sharp thorns. Her shoulders trembled slightly; her hospitalized father had been dragged in as a tool to humiliate and attack her in public.The crisp, cold scent of cedarwood from the man beside her drifted into her every breath, enveloping her in a way that was both familiar and overwhelming."Why are you sitting so far away from me? Afraid I'll eat you alive?" Aiden broke the silence with a lazy, deep tone. Leaning back against the s
Once again, the room fell into a bone-chilling silence. Just as Alma managed to catch enough breath to speak, Aiden—still with his back to her—spoke first, his cold voice cutting off any chance of her finding her words.“I’ve changed my mind.”Aiden turned around slowly. He brushed past her as if s
The private office of the head of the Power Group on the 88th floor was submerged in a silence so heavy it felt suffocating. Aiden stood there, his tall silhouette obscuring the dying rays of the setting sun as they flickered against the floor-to-ceiling glass walls. After a long moment, he slowly
Aiden averted his gaze from the blue signal on the dashboard and tossed his phone onto the oak desk in frustration. The dull thud echoed through the silent room, marking the final snapping point of his patience. He sank into the high-end leather chair, taking a deep breath to suppress the searing p
For the past week, New York had felt to Aiden like a chessboard where he was slowly losing his final pawns. He had been working relentlessly—not to close a trillion-dollar merger, but to hunt for a "worthy" woman. Someone to shoulder the heavy burden of bearing an heir to the Power Group empire bef





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