LOGINImogenThere were so many questions I wanted to ask Mrs. Rachel.Questions about Malcolm.Questions about the man she had worked alongside for years.But after thinking about it, I decided against it.Instead, I took a slow breath and smiled at her."Thank you for worrying about me, Mrs. Rachel."As I spoke, I gently reached for her hand.She smiled faintly before nodding."I think I overstepped a little."I chuckled and shook my head."You have no idea how happy I am that someone cared enough to worry about me."And I truly meant it.Mrs. Rachel had been in this company for years. She had witnessed things that most employees never would, and if anyone knew another side of Malcolm Grayson, it would be her.For a moment there, I was tempted to ask her everything she knew.But whoever Malcolm Grayson really was, I wanted to discover that person through him.Not through someone else's stories.Besides, one thing had already been obvious.For all his brilliance, Malcolm truly wasn't very
LyraThe moment I reached the bathroom, I bent over the toilet and threw up everything I had eaten. My stomach churned violently, making it feel as though I was about to throw up my intestines along with it.I frowned.This had better be what I was thinking.After everything I had done to get to this point—carefully sleeping with my father-in-law during my ovulation without any protection—I refused to let all that effort go to waste.Steadying myself, I walked over to the closet and opened it. Hidden among my medications were several pregnancy test kits. I reached for one and held it tightly in my hand.Please let this be positive.I had plans for this family, and carrying a child was an important part of them.After taking the test, I waited impatiently, my eyes fixed on the result.The moment the word Pregnant appeared, a slow smile spread across my face.I knew it.Everything had gone exactly the way I wanted.Still, I couldn't announce the pregnancy just yet. It had only been abou
ImogenAnother intense kiss...This was the second time Malcolm had kissed me in his office, and honestly, if this kept happening, I would soon get used to it. Strangely enough, I didn't think that was a bad thing.I never imagined I would enjoy kissing someone this much. From all the movies I had watched growing up, kissing always looked... well, a little gross to me. I could never understand why people enjoyed it so much.Now that I had experienced it myself, I realized how wrong I had been.Or perhaps...It was simply because I was kissing Malcolm.The more he kissed me, the more I found myself wanting another.When he finally pulled away, I let out a deep breath, only then realizing I had been holding it for quite some time."It would do you good to leave before I lose my patience," he said in his usual calm voice.My eyes widened immediately."I... I'll be leaving now," I blurted out before turning around and making my way toward the door as quickly as I could.The moment I stepp
ImogenI had been genuinely surprised when my phone rang earlier, only to find an unknown number on the screen that turned out to be Madam Evelyn's.I couldn't remember ever giving her my number, but then again, someone like her probably didn't need me to. If she wanted to get hold of my contact, I doubted it would take her more than a few minutes.What shocked me even more, however, was the reason for her call.She had casually asked when Malcolm and I intended to make our marriage public.At first, I planned to wait until the end of the workday before bringing it up with him. But ever since I arrived at the office that morning, I hadn't seen him once, and... if I was being honest with myself, I wanted to.So, I used his grandmother's phone call as an excuse to come and see him.Thankfully...It worked perfectly.The moment I stepped into his office and our eyes met, my heart skipped a beat. I immediately started talking to Sebastian instead, hoping to buy myself a little time to cal
MalcolmSebastian didn't argue.Instead, he simply got to his feet with a knowing smile, and just as he was about to leave, the office door opened.Imogen walked in.My eyes instinctively landed on her, taking in her appearance for a brief moment. She looked exactly the way she always did whenever she came to work—poised, composed, every strand of her short hair neatly in place, her makeup light and flawless, dressed in yet another perfectly tailored corporate suit.Honestly...I wondered if I would ever get used to this version of her.From the very first day I met Imogen until now, I had always thought she dressed far too professionally. It wasn't as though a woman had to wear a suit every single day. Then there was her habit of cutting her hair so short...And don't even get me started on those glasses she used to wear.Thankfully, I had already gotten rid of those."Oh, Imogen, you're here?" Sebastian greeted before I could say anything.The moment her name rolled so naturally off
MalcolmAh...So that was what Sebastian meant.My mind hadn't even gone there.Ciara cried?"You actually saw her cry?" I asked, genuinely surprised, and he nodded immediately."I literally watched her run out of your office with tears in her eyes," he replied, emphasizing every word.I nodded slowly, finally understanding why he had brought it up in the first place.Maybe the way I spoke to her yesterday wasn't the right tone I should have used, and it's not like it was the first time she would barge into my office. "So..." He leaned forward with an interested look. "She saw something yesterday, didn't she?"I looked at him for a brief moment before pointing at him."You've been getting far too involved in my business lately."The moment I finished speaking, he burst into laughter."Oh, come on," he said between laughs. "Just tell me what happened yesterday."I simply rolled my eyes.There was no way I was feeding this nosy man the gossip he desperately wanted."You and your wife ar
ImogenI had always dreamed of marrying the man I truly loved someday, but I guess those were nothing more than childish fantasies because real life was far crueler than the fairytales I created inside my head.I still could not believe I was about to marry someone I did not love, all because of th
MalcolmShe let out a deep sigh before speaking in that calm tone of hers, the same tone she always used whenever she knew she had crossed a line with me.“At least greet your grandmother properly before bombarding her with questions,” she said while walking gracefully toward her seat, her eyes nev
MalcolmTwenty years ago, when I was only eight years old, a tragedy happened that I would never forget for as long as I lived.It was the last day I ever saw my parents alive.I still remembered how beautiful my mother looked that evening in her red dress while she stood in front of the mirror wit
MalcolmI immediately sat up from the bed, convinced for a moment that my lack of sleep was finally starting to mess with my head because there was absolutely no way Sebastian had just called to tell me that I was married.“What the hell did you just say?” I asked sharply, my voice still rough from







