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A Penny Saved!, A Heart Found!

A Penny Saved!, A Heart Found!

Teassy

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Evelyn Miller leads a double life: shy librarian by day, anonymous financial guru "The Penny Pincher" by night. When Adrian Thorne, the dashing but reckless CEO of a hotel empire, seeks her help to save his crumbling business, Evelyn sees a chance to fund her grandfather's cancer treatment. But their secret partnership takes an unexpected turn when Adrian proposes a shocking deal: a six-month fake marriage to appease his family and save his company. As they play house, pretend kisses ignite real passion, and late-night financial planning sessions become something more. Just as Evelyn starts to believe in their fairy tale, her high school bully resurfaces and threatens to expose her secret identity. Now, she must choose between protecting her identity and fighting for a love she never saw coming. Will Evelyn and Adrian's relationship crumble under the weight of lies and blackmail? Or can they turn their contract into a lifetime investment of love?

Chapter 1 A Sinking Ship and a Penny Pincher

Crystals clinked against one other as I swirled the amber liquid in my snifter. The Macallan 25 single malt, a smooth $3,000 greeting to my luxury suite, did little to calm the fury within me. Rain thrashed against the panoramic windows, reflecting the instability within the Thorne Hotel empire. My empire.

I flipped on the flat screen and watched the ticker crawl paint a bleak image. "Thorne Hotels: Stock Price Plummets." Every drop was another nail in the coffin of my carefully constructed image as the wealthy playboy, the Midas with a golden touch. The truth was much less glamorous. Years of extravagant spending, spurred by an endless trust fund and a desire for luxury, had now caught up with me.

"Mr. Thorne?" My ever-efficient assistant, Veronica, stood framed by the mahogany doorway. Her typically controlled expression reflected the market's turbulence. "The board has requested an emergency meeting at 10 AM tomorrow."

Veronica might as well have mentioned a firing squad. The board, a group of sharks in expensive suits, would not hesitate to rip the company and my name apart if they detected weakness. I could not let that happen. Not for the company, not for the employees that rely on it, and most importantly, not for me.

"Thank you, Veronica," I said, attempting a smile that did not reach my eyes. "Please get me, Blake. Now."

Blake Harris, my college roommate, and the closest thing I had to a buddy, was sitting on the sumptuous leather sofa, thumbing through a glossy magazine. His designer t-shirt barely concealed his growing beer belly.

"You wanted to see me, Thorne?" he drawled, scarcely looking up.

"Blake," I said the words halting in my throat. "The company... it's in trouble." A genuine concern flashed across his face before turning into a cocky grin. "Finally caught up with you, Adrian? "All those expensive cars and champagne showers?"

My stomach constricted. Blake had always been envious, ready to exploit any weakness. "That's not the point," I retorted. "We need to find a way out of this."

His grin grew wider. "Actually, I might have just the solution."

He embarked on a complicated scam involving a questionable investment opportunity in a "revolutionary" new energy beverage. The more he spoke, the more my doubts intensified. It reeked of desperation, which I couldn't afford.

"No, Blake," I said, shaking my head forcefully. "That's not happening."

His smile faded, replaced by a scowl. "You have got to be kidding me, Adrian. We will go down if you don't-"

The intercom buzzed and interrupted him. It was Veronica, her voice laced with urgency. "Mr. Thorne, there has been a development. You should see this.

My heart pounded in my chest. This had best not be another negative news headline.

When I joined Veronica in her office, I felt a glimmer of hope when she pointed to "The Penny Pincher" on her computer screen.

The anonymous blogger who had taken the financial world by storm over the previous year. Their blog, a frenzy of practical advice and hilarious commentary, had developed a cult following. Every essay, a masterclass in frugality, felt like a personal attack on my lavish lifestyle.

But what piqued my interest was their newest post, "From Excess to Excellence: Can a Sinking Ship Be Bailed?" The accompanying image was a caricature of a sinking ship with a solitary coin wedged into its gaping hull. A scathing remark, but it inspired a desperate hope in my gut.

"Veronica," I responded calmly, "get them on the phone. Now."

Veronica lifted an eyebrow. "Sir, The Penny Pincher maintains anonymity. There is no known contact information.

"Find it," I demanded, a renewed resolve flowing through me. This anonymous blogger, this expert at making ends meet, was my only chance. I would not let pride get in the way of salvaging my company, my legacy.

Hours passed as Veronica and I used up all of our resources. We contacted tech experts, looked through web forums frequented by financial bloggers, and even made an unsuccessful call to a self-proclaimed "anonymous source finder" promoted on a late-night infomercial.

Just as sadness began to overcome me again, Veronica let out a gasp. "Mr. Thorne, I think I found something."

The screen displayed a single email address: [email address deleted]. It was a long shot, but that's all we had.

With trembling hands, I typed out a subject line that reeked of desperation: "Thorne Enterprises - Confidential Inquiry." The body of the email was a carefully crafted dance of pride and vulnerability. I acknowledged the success of The Penny Pincher and then, in a veiled plea for help, outlined the dire state of Thorne Hotels.

"I understand if this is a long shot," I wrote, "but perhaps you could offer some...unconventional advice. Your anonymity is paramount, of course." There was no guarantee this email address even belonged to The Penny Pincher. It could be a dead end, another frustrating piece of the puzzle. But as I hit send, a sliver of hope flickered to life within me.

The following morning, the weight of the board meeting hung heavy in the air. I spent the pre-dawn hours pacing my penthouse, the cityscape awash in the cold, gray light of a coming storm. Every flicker on the phone screen filled me with an agonizing anticipation that quickly curled into disappointment when it wasn't the email I was desperately waiting for.

By the time I arrived at the boardroom, the air crackled with tension. The suits were all present, their faces grim, their eyes filled with a silent accusation. The CEO report I'd meticulously prepared tasted like ashes in my mouth, each number a stark reminder of the precarious state of the company.

Just as it felt like the noose was tightening around my neck, a small notification flickered on my phone. It was an email. My heart hammered against my ribs as I discreetly accessed it under the table.

"Thorne Enterprises - Re: Confidential Inquiry," it read.

My breath hitched. This was it. I excused myself to the restroom, a flimsy pretext that did little to hide the tremor in my voice.

The email was brief but contained a glimmer of hope.

"Mr. Thorne," it began, "Your situation is indeed precarious. However, unconventional times call for unconventional solutions. I'm willing to offer my expertise but on my own terms.

We meet in person, a neutral location, complete anonymity guaranteed."

There was more: a meeting time and location, as well as a discreet café nestled in a quiet nook of the city. Excitement clashed with caution within me. Was this some sort of trap? However, what other options did I have?

I returned to the boardroom with a fresh drive. I presented my proposal, which outlined how to restructure the organization, minimize wasteful expenses, and leverage critical investments. It was a daring plan, strongly influenced by the insights gained from The Penny Pincher's blog.

The board members listened with skepticism and reluctant respect. They bombarded me with questions, and for the first time in months, I answered them clearly and confidently. The email from The Penny Pincher provided me with a lifeline, an opportunity to fight for my company and image.

By the end of the meeting, the tempest in the boardroom had subsided slightly. They hadn't outright endorsed my suggestion, but they agreed to evaluate it and allow me time to offer a more complete proposal. It was not a win, but rather a reprieve.

Later that afternoon, I found myself at the designated cafe, my heart pounding against my ribs as I scanned the room. A woman sat hunched over a laptop, a worn leather jacket draped over her chair. Could that be her?

Later that afternoon, I found myself at the chosen café, my heart racing against my ribs as I scanned the room. A woman sat slumped over a laptop, a worn leather jacket draped across her chair. Could it be her?

I took a big breath and approached the table. "Excuse me," I began, "are you...?"

She looked up, her eyes widening with surprise behind a pair of thick-rimmed glasses. Before she could respond, a voice exploded from behind me.

"Adrian Thorne in the flesh?" "What are you doing here?"

There, standing with a smirk on his face, was Blake.

My blood ran cold. This was the last thing I needed. "Blake," I muttered, my gaze flitting back to the woman at the table.

Her face remained a mask of surprise, but a flicker of recognition crossed her eyes. Had Blake recognized her too?

"Fancy seeing you here," Blake continued, oblivious to my predicament. "Catching up on some... financial advice blogs?"

The woman clearly rattled, scrambled to gather her belongings. "Excuse me," she muttered, attempting to slip past us.

But Blake was quicker. He reached out, snagging the strap of her leather jacket. "Wait a minute. Don't I know you?"

The tension in the room was strong enough to choke on. The woman hesitated, looking between me and Blake. Finally, she removed her glasses, revealing beautiful brown eyes that widened in dismay.

"Evelyn?" Blake sputtered, disbelief written across his face. "Evelyn Miller?"

The name struck me like a flash of lightning. Blake was constantly tormenting Evelyn, the meek librarian from my childhood. This couldn't be real. The timid bookworm and The Penny Pincher, the financial guru with a scathing wit, were one and the same?

It felt like a cruel twist of fate. The anonymous blogger, the very person I was seeking help from, was someone from my past, someone Blake knew. My carefully constructed plan for anonymity seemed to be crumbling before my very eyes.

Sensing my unspoken fear, Evelyn straightened her shoulders, a flicker of defiance replacing her initial shock. "Yes, Blake," she said, her voice firm. "It's me."

Blake threw his head back and laughed, a loud, obnoxious sound that grated on my nerves. "Well, this is rich," he cackled. "The little mouse who collects coupons is actually a financial whiz? Who knew?"

Evelyn bristled. "There's nothing wrong with being frugal, Blake," she retorted. "It's called being responsible."

"Oh, I'm sure you'd be happy to teach Adrian all about pinching pennies," Blake sneered, his eyes filled with malice.

"That's enough, Blake!" I barked, stepping forward in a way that surprised even myself. "This isn't your concern."

Blake's smirk faded. He glared at me for a moment, then with a muttered curse, he stormed out of the cafe, leaving the silence heavy in his wake.

Evelyn and I were left staring at each other, the weight of the situation hanging thick in the air.

"I... I had no idea," I stammered, the anonymity I'd craved now feeling like a betrayal.

"The Penny Pincher. It was you all along."

"Yes," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "And frankly, I'm surprised you reached out."

The shame burned in my gut. "I wouldn't have if I had any other options," I confessed. "But your blog... your advice, it's brilliant. You're the only one who might be able to save my company."

Evelyn sighed, a flicker of something resembling sympathy in her eyes. "Saving companies isn't exactly my area of expertise, Mr. Thorne."

"Please," I urged, my voice sincere. "Call me Adrian. And look, I understand this is awkward. But your blog... your advice, it's brilliant. You're the only one who might be able to save my company."

Evelyn sighed again, the weight of her secret pressing down on her. "Saving companies isn't what keeps me up at night, Adrian. It's my grandfather, William. He's battling a rare form of leukemia, and the treatment is... astronomical."

My heart skipped a beat. "Leukemia? I'm so sorry." The words felt hollow, but they were all I could manage.

"Thank you," she replied, her voice tight. "The specialist is the best, but his treatment plan costs $157,000. This includes growing healthcare expenses and an experimental surgery that they feel may be his best shot.

The severity of the number struck me. It was a drop in the ocean compared to Thorne Hotels' financial troubles, but for one person, it was a mountain. I came to a new knowledge. The heat and passion in The Penny Pincher's words were not only about financial restraint but also about a desperate fight for a loved one.

"I see," I said softly. "And that's why you became The Penny Pincher?"

Evelyn nodded, a tear glistening in her eye. "I had to do something. My job at the library barely covers the bills, and..." She trailed off, her voice thick with emotion. I felt shame in my stomach. My concerns suddenly seemed insignificant in comparison to hers. This presented an opportunity to not only rescue Thorne Hotels but also maybe assist Evelyn during her most vulnerable moment.

"So let's have a conversation," I responded, reaching out to shake her hand. "Anonymity is not allowed anymore. Let's cooperate openly and sincerely. And hopefully, we can both get what we need.

After a brief period of hesitation, Evelyn gripped my hand tightly. There was a glimmer of desperation, or maybe faith, in her eyes. "Okay, Adrian," she said. "Let's talk."

That day, in a quiet corner café, an unusual partnership began. Neither of us anticipated the twists and turns this collaboration would take the difficulties we would confront, or the emotions that would emerge along the way. But one thing was certain: the fate of Thorne Hotels and the well-being of Evelyn's grandfather were now inextricably linked.

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