From assistant to wife - when loyalty turns to love

“I was never supposed to be more than his assistant. Every morning, I brought his coffee - two sugars, no cream - and scheduled his meetings with ruthless precision. He never looked at me twice, never remembered my name unless he needed something done. I was invisible, efficient, forgettable. Until the night everything changed. One deal. One betrayal. One desperate solution. Now, I'm standing in front of a judge, in a white dress that doesn't feel like mine, my hand tucked in his - cold, strong, unfamiliar. They call it a marriage of convenience. He calls it damage control. I call it the beginning of the end of everything I thought I knew. Because I may have signed the papers as his assistant... But I intend to become much more than his wife.”