Boardroom To Beach House

Boardroom To Beach House

Rosewood

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What happens when a no-nonsense lawyer fakes an engagement with the man who could ruin her family-or save it? Jade Nguyen has always played by the rules. As an environmental attorney, she's dedicated her life to protecting the planet and upholding justice. But when her family's beloved eco-resort teeters on the brink of collapse, Jade faces an impossible choice: watch their legacy crumble or strike a deal with the devil himself. Elliot Drak is a ruthless tech billionaire known for hostile takeovers and an icy demeanour. His latest venture threatens to destroy the very land Jade's family has cherished for generations. Yet, in a twist of fate, Elliot proposes a solution: a fake engagement. By posing as a committed couple, they can sway public opinion and secure the necessary approvals for both their interests. As they navigate high-stakes boardroom battles and intimate moments under the tropical sun, the lines between pretence and reality blur. Jade discovers a side of Elliot that challenges her perceptions, while Elliot finds himself drawn to Jade's unwavering passion and integrity. But with secrets lurking beneath the surface and their arrangement built on deception, can their staged romance withstand the pressures of truth? Or will their hearts become collateral damage in a game neither intended to play?

Chapter 1 One

The late afternoon sun hung low on the horizon, its rays filtering through the rustling palm fronds and casting warm, golden ribbons across the weathered planks of the resort's main boardwalk. Jade Nguyen paused at the top step of her family's beachfront veranda, allowing the humid breeze to wrap around her like an old, familiar quilt.

It carried with it the unmistakable tang of salt-an aroma intertwined with the distant, rhythmic echo of crashing waves. This place should have felt like home-inviting and reassuring-but today, every creaky plank and peeling paint board whispered reminders of everything her family had at stake.

Her father's old lounge chairs stood ghostly at the edge of the veranda, their once-vibrant cushions now damp and forlorn after last night's storm, their fabric faded and weary from years of sun and sea. The flower beds that had once bloomed with a riot of colours now languished, choked with stubborn weeds that clawed their way through the soil, hiding the memories of vibrant blossoms that used to sway in the wind.

And beyond the horizon, an imposing orange yacht loomed, trailing along the skyline like a predator circling its prey: the flagship of Elliot Drake's Drake Industries, here to survey the very stretch of sand her family had lovingly stewarded for generations.

Jade inhaled sharply, her chest tightening as she steadied herself. She hadn't intended to return to this place, having carved out a life focused on law school, clerkships, and high-profile environmental victories-each step pulling her further from Dune Haven Resort, the eco-retreat her parents had dedicated their lives to nurturing.

But the stark reality of bankruptcy notices and looming foreclosure warnings offered no consolation to her pride or ambition. When her mother's voice broke over the phone-"They're closing in, Jade"-she knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that her next case was no longer confined to courtrooms or legal statutes.

She brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear, shaking off the weight of despair that threatened to cloud her resolve. Squaring her shoulders, she steeled herself for the challenges ahead. Regret would have to wait. First, she had a resort to save. With determination pulsing through her veins, Jade turned away from the veranda and descended the steps onto the sun-bleached sands, feeling the warm grains slip slightly beneath her heels.

Each footstep resonated with the laughter of guests who had gathered for sunset bonfires, the splashes of kayakers navigating the mangroves, and the whispered vows exchanged in the tiki-thatched chapel that stood as a testament to love amidst nature's splendour. She was propelled forward by the memories and the urgency of her mission: to reclaim her family's legacy.

At the weathered cottage door, Jade lifted her chin, her breath catching in the salty air. "Marco?" she called softly, her voice echoing against the distant crashing waves. Inside, she discovered the manager hunched over a chaotic spread of permit applications and loan documents, his fingers anxiously tracing the red-inked deadlines that loomed like ominous guillotines on the scattered pages. As he looked up, his weary eyes met hers-relief flickering momentarily across his face.

"You made it," he said, his voice cracking with the weight of unspoken fears. It felt as if he had been carrying the burdens of uncertainty for weeks, each day stretching longer than the last. "It's worse than I thought. The county wants our environmental impact study completed by next week, or they'll shut the file for good."

Jade set down her well-worn leather satchel, her heart pounding in her chest like a war drum. "Then we begin tomorrow," she declared, already reaching inside for her laptop, her fingers itching to dive into the chaos. "We'll call every expert we know, compile every report-whatever it takes to turn this around."

But as she studied Marco's expression, gratitude mingling with a profound sense of despair, a troubling realization settled in her gut. Winning this fight would require more than just scientific data and sound arguments; it would demand influence, momentum, and a partner who could manoeuvre through the tangled web of bureaucracy with ease. A partner who could command headlines and financial backing-the kind of partner who could navigate the stormy waters they faced. Someone like Elliot Drake.

As the sun dipped lower on the horizon, casting a warm golden hue over the cottage and highlighting the gentle sway of the palm trees outside, Jade felt her resolve ignite. Tomorrow, she would face Drake Industries head-on, ready to confront the formidable challenges that lay ahead. But tonight, her heart was set on fighting for the only place she had ever truly called home-even if it meant striking a deal with the devil himself.

And so, beneath the rumble of the surf and the soft whispers of the breeze, a pivotal battle line was drawn, fraught with tension and possibility.

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