When Emily receives an unexpected proposal from a billionaire businessman, she's swept into a whirlwind of luxury and power. But what seems like a fairy tale romance quickly turns into a battlefield when she uncovers his secret past-he's promised to another woman. Torn between her growing feelings for him and his loyalty to his arranged fiancée, Emily must decide if love can survive a web of lies and deceit.
Chapter 1 Emily's Life and Ambitions
Emily's alarm buzzed at 6:00 a.m., cutting through the stillness of her small apartment. She groaned and stretched, her hand blindly groping for the phone on her nightstand. As her fingers found it and silenced the alarm, she sat up, brushing loose strands of hair from her face. The day ahead was already weighing on her mind-meetings, deadlines, and the endless grind of proving her worth in a job that barely saw her.
The apartment was tiny but meticulously organized. Her vision board hung on the wall opposite her bed, a collage of motivational quotes, dream agency logos, and photos of bustling cityscapes that fueled her ambitions. "Dream big, work harder," one quote read, written in bold black ink on a pinned piece of cardstock. Emily stared at it for a moment before swinging her legs off the bed and slipping into her slippers.
The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as she moved into the compact kitchen. She poured herself a cup, the chipped mug warm in her hands, and took a small sip, letting the caffeine jolt her awake. Her laptop sat open on the tiny dining table, surrounded by neatly stacked papers and a bright yellow notepad scrawled with ideas for her current project.
Emily sat down, the coffee in one hand and her pen in the other, scanning her notes for the morning's meeting. Her client was notorious for last-minute changes, and she wasn't going to be caught unprepared. Balancing the mug on her knee, she made a few quick revisions to her pitch, jotting down bullet points and circle keywords that she knew would resonate.
Her phone buzzed with a notification-a reminder of the industry gala happening that evening. She hesitated, her gaze lingering on the screen. Networking wasn't her strong suit, but this could be the kind of opportunity she'd been waiting for. She tucked the thought away for later and refocused on her notes. There were battles to fight before she could think about anything else.
With a deep breath, Emily stood and adjusted her blazer in the mirror. "Let's make it happen," she muttered to herself, grabbing her bag and heading for the door.
The open office buzzed with activity-a symphony of clicking keyboards, ringing phones, and murmuring conversations. Emily sat at her small, cluttered desk near the corner window, her fingers flying over the keyboard as she finalized a client proposal. She stole a glance at the time-barely 10:00 a.m., and the day already felt like it was running away from her.
"Emily, can you handle this by lunch?" barked Mr. Hart, her boss, as he dropped a thick file onto her desk without so much as looking at her. His tone was brisk, his attention already shifting to another employee across the room.
"Of course," Emily replied, masking her frustration with a polite smile. She watched him walk away, his voice carrying through the room as he praised a junior colleague for work she had contributed to. It wasn't the first time he'd taken her efforts for granted, and she doubted it would be the last.
Her screen pinged with an email from a demanding client, complete with highlighted revisions and a passive-aggressive note: Please try to get this right the first time. Emily sighed, rubbing her temples before diving in. She prided herself on her ability to stay calm under pressure, but days like this tested her limits.
By mid-morning, her desk was a battlefield of Post-it notes, printouts, and coffee stains. A colleague leaned over the partition to ask for advice, and Emily, despite her workload, offered a quick solution. Problem-solving came naturally to her-it was why clients trusted her, even if they didn't always acknowledge it.
But as she returned to her work, the nagging sense of being overlooked lingered. She knew she could do more and be more if only someone would give her a chance. For now, she buried her frustration under a façade of quiet competence and kept typing.
Emily stepped into the small café across the street from her office, the familiar hum of chatter and clinking dishes offering a brief reprieve from the chaos of her day. She ordered her usual-a simple turkey sandwich and black coffee-and found a corner table near the window. It wasn't much of a break, but it was the only time she had to breathe and think.
She pulled her yellow notepad from her bag and flipped to a page titled Future Agency. The edges were slightly frayed, and the ink smudged from countless edits and rewrites. It was filled with her dreams in careful handwriting: potential names, marketing ideas, and a list of clients she'd pursue if she ever had the chance. Today, she doodled a new logo idea in the margin-a sleek, minimalist design she thought captured her vision perfectly.
Her sandwich sat untouched as her mind wandered. She envisioned an open-concept office with vibrant energy-the kind of place where creativity thrived and people felt valued. She could almost hear the brainstorming sessions and the laughter between colleagues who truly loved what they did. It was a far cry from the rigid, thankless environment she endured now.
But the thought of actually building that dream came with a weight of fear. Could she even pull it off? Starting an agency required more than ambition-it needed capital, connections, and a whole lot of luck. She glanced at her reflection in the café window, her expression pensive. What if she failed? What if she walked away from the stability of her current job only to find herself lost?
"Someday," she muttered under her breath, her eyes flicking back to her notes. But someday felt like a mirage, always just out of reach. She felt stuck in the same cycle-always planning, never acting.
Her phone buzzed with a new email notification, pulling her from her thoughts. She glanced at the sender and sighed. It was her boss, asking for yet another revision before the end of the day. She tucked the notepad back into her bag, taking a bite of her sandwich as she steeled herself for the hours ahead.
As she gathered her things to leave, her gaze lingered on her notes one last time. Someday, she thought again. But deep down, she resolved to make someday happen-sooner rather than later.
Chapter 1 Emily's Life and Ambitions
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Chapter 2 Emily's vision for her agency:
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Chapter 3 Why Emily Wants More
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Chapter 4 The Ordinary Day at Work
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Chapter 5 Emily's Emotional Journey
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Chapter 6 Preparing for the Gala
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Chapter 7 Ethan's Entrance
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Chapter 8 Ethan's Dramatic Entrance
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Chapter 9 The Turning Point
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