Robert stepped inside, unbothered by her remark. The marble floors of the grand entrance hall gleamed under the chandelier’s light, but there was nothing warm or welcoming about the space. It felt cold, just like the reception he was getting.Before he could respond, Mr. Hartley appeared from another room, his presence commanding but hostile. He stopped at the threshold, eyeing Robert with disdain. “Ah, the groom-to-be,” he said with a smirk. “Come to check if everything’s falling apart yet?”Robert met his gaze without flinching. “No. I came to see Lily and ensure everything is on track.”Mr. Hartley laughed bitterly. “On track? The only thing on track here is your impending humiliation. You really think this wedding of yours is going to be anything but a disaster? It’s laughable. You’re setting yourself up to fail, Robert.”Mrs. Hartley crossed her arms, leaning against the polished banister, her lips curling in contempt. “You might be fooling Lily with this charade, but not us. We
Mrs. Hartley, too, was taken aback, but she quickly steeled herself. “It’s all for show. Let them throw their money around. They’re overcompensating for something—mark my words.”But as the guests arrived, each one more prestigious than the next, it became evident that this was no ordinary affair. The world’s elite had gathered to celebrate the union of Robert and Lily, many of them personal acquaintances of Madam President herself. The air buzzed with excitement and whispers of admiration for the grandeur of it all. The Hartleys, standing in the midst of such opulence, began to feel out of place, but they refused to let it show.Inside, the palace had been transformed into a paradise of gold, ivory, and deep crimson. Chandeliers were draped in flowers—roses from Ecuador, peonies from Japan, and rare orchids flown in from Thailand. The tables, set with gold-plated dinnerware, sparkled under the soft candlelight. It was the epitome of luxury, every detail a reminder of the sheer weal
"For years, I have led the Glidson Empire with pride," Madam President continued, "and today, I pass on that responsibility to someone I trust beyond measure. Someone who has proven, time and again, that he has the strength, the vision, and the dedication to take this empire into the future."A murmur spread through the crowd, anticipation growing by the second."And so," she said with a flourish, "it is my great honor to officially announce that, as of this moment, Robert is the new President of the Glidson Empire."Gasps erupted from the crowd. The room was momentarily frozen in shock. For a few seconds, no one knew how to react. Robert, standing at the front of the room, remained composed, though a flicker of satisfaction crossed his face. This was the moment he had been waiting for—his true unveiling to the world.Then, like a wave, applause surged through the ballroom. Guests rose to their feet once again, this time with a mixture of awe and admiration. Robert, the man they had
Mr Hartley glanced over at Jonathan, whose face was frozen in disbelief, his usual cocky attitude crumbling beneath the weight of the grandeur surrounding him. Meanwhile, Robert’s lips twitched into a slight, almost imperceptible smile. Jonathan had always looked down on him, thinking he was better, richer, more successful, more deserving of Lily. Now, Jonathan was just another guest, watching from the sidelines, knowing full well that he could never compete with the spectacle Robert had created.As the ceremony went on, Robert kept his composure, but every now and then, he would lock eyes with Lily’s parents. Their regret was written all over their faces, but Robert remained gracious. He had nothing to prove to them anymore. Their earlier insults, their dismissal of him as a nobody—it was all irrelevant now.Robert’s thoughts were calm, but focused. This is just the beginning, he thought as he gently squeezed Lily’s hand. He knew there was more to come—more success, more surprises
Now, they had to face the reality that they had not only lost control of their daughter but also their place in the future that was unfolding before them."That should’ve been Jonathan," Mrs. Hartley whispered bitterly, glancing toward their former suitor, who looked equally devastated by the night's turn of events.Robert, catching the whisper on his way out, gave a brief, almost imperceptible smirk before turning back to Lily. In that moment, as the final guests departed, he whispered to her, “I told you, they’d regret it.”As the wedding ceremony concluded and it was time for the grand photographs, the elites and dignitaries in attendance lined up to capture the moment. The air was thick with prestige, and photographers scrambled to get the perfect shots of the powerful figures who had gathered. The lights of high-end cameras flashed incessantly, creating a sea of glitter and glamor.Robert and Lily, standing at the center of it all, exuded a magnetic elegance. The world's most ex
As the guests settled into their seats, enjoying the opulence around them, Mr. and Mrs. Hartley, driven by desperation and pride, approached the entrance with the assumption that their position as Lily’s parents would automatically grant them access. Mr. Hartley, in particular, saw this as an opportunity to network with high-profile guests and elevate his own status.But as they neared the grand doors of the dining hall, the couple was stopped by two security guards. Mr. Hartley frowned, incredulous, as he was blocked from entering.“What’s going on?” he demanded, trying to push past the guards. “I’m the bride’s father. Step aside.”The lead guard, his face a mask of professionalism, shook his head. “I’m sorry, sir, but you’re not on the guest list for this dinner.”Mrs. Hartley, her face reddening with embarrassment and disbelief, clutched her husband’s arm. “What do you mean we’re not on the list? This is our daughter’s wedding!”The guards didn’t flinch, their instructions clear.
Their wedding had been the talk of the town, not only for its elegance but for Robert’s official introduction as the future president of the Glidson Empire—a revelation that hit the Hartleys like a sledgehammer.Mrs. Hartley, noticing her husband's change in demeanor, frowned. "What is it?" she asked, but she already knew something was wrong.Without speaking, he handed her the paper. As her eyes skimmed the headline, her face went pale. "The president of the Glidson Empire?" she muttered, barely believing what she was reading. “We’ve been dealing with the president of the Glidson Empire all this time?” Her voice cracked, disbelief mingling with humiliation.And then the realization hit them both: they had not only disapproved of their daughter’s marriage but had done so while trying to belittle a man with influence far beyond their comprehension. The very empire they had hoped to curry favor with was now in the hands of the man they had rejected, scorned, and humiliated.Mrs. Hartl
The next morning, despite the lingering exhaustion from the previous day's stress, Robert woke up with a renewed sense of determination. He had spent much of the previous night tossing and turning, trying to make sense of the unease gnawing at him. Still, he knew he couldn’t afford to dwell on it any longer—there was work to be done, and the company needed his undivided attention. His mind was set on having a productive day at the office, no matter what challenges might come his way.After taking a quick shower and dressing in his usual sharp suit, Robert glanced at the clock. He was running a little behind schedule but still had plenty of time to catch up. As he walked out of his apartment, the city was already bustling with the sound of traffic and distant conversations. The cool morning air was refreshing, and for a moment, he allowed himself to appreciate the calm before the inevitable storm of a busy workday.He arrived at the company headquarters a little before 9:00 AM, his