Chapter Six
The receptionist’s eyes widened for a brief second, and then she quickly stood up, her posture becoming more respectful. “Oh! Of course, Mr. Henry Knight.The vice president has been expecting you.” Her sudden change in tone caught Henry off guard, but he followed her as she led him to a private glass elevator. The elevator had a spectacular view of the city as it ascended, and Henry couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe as the towering buildings of the metropolis came into view. When the elevator reached one of the highest floors, the doors slid open with a soft *ding*. Henry stepped out and immediately found himself in front of an office that was unlike anything he had ever seen. It was sleek, modern, and smelled faintly of expensive perfume. The vice president’s office was filled with rich, dark furniture and floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a breathtaking view of the skyline. But what really caught Henry off guard was the person standing behind the desk. He had expected to see an old, balding man with a potbelly—the type of executive he imagined ran the show in a place like this. Instead, he was greeted by a stunningly beautiful young woman, who looked like she was still in her twenties. She had long, straight black hair that cascaded down her back, and she wore a perfectly tailored business suit that hugged her curves in all the right places. Her lips were painted a deep, dark red, and her nails were polished to match. She exuded confidence and power, and for a moment, Henry was too stunned to speak. “Good day, young master,” she greeted him, extending her hand for a handshake. “My name is Zara. Welcome.” Henry, still trying to process everything, took her hand and shook it awkwardly. He couldn’t believe this elegant young woman was the vice president. Zara, on the other hand, was equally surprised. Mr. Anderson had told her that the heir to the consortium would be arriving, and she had pictured a much older, seasoned businessman. But instead, standing in front of her was a muscular fit tall, handsome man with piercing blue eyes, wearing a simple T-shirt and jeans. Despite his casual attire, there was something commanding about his presence. “Please, have a seat,” Zara said, motioning to the leather chair in front of her desk. Henry sat down, still feeling out of place in the grand office. “What can we offer you?” Zara asked with a polite smile trying hard not to blush and remain professional. “Uh, anything is fine,” Henry replied, unsure of what to say. Zara turned to the receptionist who had escorted Henry upstairs. “Please get us the finest Italian champagne,” she said smoothly. The receptionist nodded and left the room, leaving Henry and Zara alone. Henry fidgeted in his chair, feeling out of his depth in such a luxurious setting. “Why was I invited here?” he asked, finally cutting to the point. He wasn’t interested in pleasantries or champagne—he just wanted answers. Zara smiled, a hint of amusement in her eyes. “You were invited because you own this entire building, Mr. Henry.” Henry blinked, his brain refusing to process her words. “I…what?” Zara nodded. “Yes, this building—HEXAGON—and many others. You are the heir to the consortium, and from now on, I will need your consent before making any major decisions regarding the business. Everything you see here belongs to you.” Henry’s mouth went dry. He felt a wave of dizziness wash over him as he struggled to comprehend what Zara was telling him. “This…this can’t be real,” he muttered to himself, choking on his own spit as he tried to process the words. He pinched his arm, half-expecting to wake up from a dream. But the room around him remained the same. Zara was still there, watching him with a patient smile. “I know this is a lot to take in,” she said softly. “But it’s the truth. You’re the future president of this consortium, and we’ve been waiting a long time to bring you back.” Henry leaned back in his chair, his heart pounding in his chest. He stared out the window, looking down at the city far below. Could it really be true? Could he, a man who had lived his life scraping by, suddenly be the heir to a massive fortune? “Am I truly a billionaire heir? None of this is a dream” he whispered to himself, still unable to believe it. Stella sat in the plush waiting room of the **Hexagon Consortium**, her foot tapping impatiently against the marble floor. She huffed loudly, crossing her arms. “How long are we supposed to wait? Doesn’t she know who we are?” she hissed, her voice dripping with entitlement. Stefan, her fiancé, sat beside her, checking his watch for the hundredth time. “I don’t understand why we’re being kept waiting this long,” he muttered. “We have a meeting with the vice president, not some low-level executive. This is unacceptable.” Stella rolled her eyes, her frustration boiling over. “Exactly! We shouldn’t be treated like this. I’m not used to waiting around like a commoner,” she sneered, her voice rising as her patience wore thin. “Does this vice president even know who she’s dealing with?” Just then, a receptionist walked by, carrying a bottle of Italian champagne that looked far too expensive to be touched by human hands. The label on the bottle gleamed, and Stella knew instantly that it was worth a fortune. She later found out it was priced at a staggering $900,000. The receptionist, hearing Stella’s loud complaint, stopped in her tracks and turned to address her calmly. “Ma’am, please don’t hiss like that,” she said with a polite but firm tone. “We expect professionalism in this building. It could affect your contract application.”Chapter Seven Stella’s eyes narrowed, and she opened her mouth to fire back, but Stefan quickly placed a hand on her arm, squeezing it gently. “Don’t,” he whispered, his voice tight with warning. “We need this contract with Hexagon. Don’t mess this up.” Stella bit her tongue, glaring at the receptionist, but she stayed silent. Stefan continued to whisper urgently, “If we don’t get this contract, all our investments will be ruined. We’ll go bankrupt. My father assured me that Hexagon is one of his partners for electricity supply, so we should have an advantage. Don’t blow it.” Stella, still fuming, nodded reluctantly. Her bratty, spoiled nature made it hard for her to stay quiet, but she understood how high the stakes were. Without Hexagon, their entire financial future was in jeopardy. Two hours dragged by, and no one had attended to them. Stella’s patience finally snapped. She stood up abruptly and marched over to the receptionist’s desk, her face twisted with anger.
Chapter Eight Stella’s father, Mr. Woods, sat on the couch, his face buried in his hands. He looked as though he was ready to break down at any moment. Grandmother Woods, however, was standing by the fireplace, her usual cold composure shattered. She looked like she was ready to explode as well. Stefan stammered, trying to explain. “It wasn’t our fault, Father! The vice president—she was unreasonable! Stella just lost her temper, but—” “I don’t care what excuses you have!” Mr. Claxton cut him off sharply, his voice rising with each word. “You slapped a member of their staff! You humiliated our family in front of the most powerful business consortium in the world. Do you even realise the damage you’ve done? Our entire future with Hexagon is gone, Stefan! Gone!” Stella, who had been standing silently, finally spoke up, her voice shaky with fear. “I didn’t know she was the vice president! How was I supposed to know? She looked so young, I thought she was just some employee—”
Chapter Nine “I’ve missed you,” he whispered softly, his heart full of warmth. He pulled back slightly to look into her eyes, his smile widening. “I feel like something wonderful is about to happen to you, Jasmine. You’re a good and kind soul, and the world will reward you.” Jasmine’s eyes welled up with tears, and she rested her head on Henry’s chest. “You always know what to say to make me feel better.” Henry kissed the top of her head, feeling more certain than ever that their lives were about to change for the better. But for now, he would keep his secret a little while longer, knowing that soon, Jasmine would get everything she deserved and more. Grandmother Woods sat at the head of the long mahogany table in the family’s lavish dining room, her hands trembling as she gripped her teacup. The news was playing on the large TV screen in front of her, but the words seemed to echo painfully in her mind. "Hexagon Consortium announces open slots for new companies to join in
Chapter Ten One by one, nearly every family member and executive raised their hand, eager to prove themselves and secure their position as the future leader of the empire. Everyone, that is, except Henry and Jasmine. Jasmine sat quietly beside Henry, her hands folded in her lap. She had always been shy and had never been taken seriously by her family. She had ideas, she had talents, but no one ever listened to her. And after everything that had happened recently, she felt even more unsure of herself. “Honey,” Henry whispered softly, turning to her. “You should participate. You’re so hardworking and talented. You could really make a difference.” Jasmine looked at him with wide eyes, filled with uncertainty. “I don’t know, Henry,” she whispered back. “No one ever takes me seriously. What if I embarrass myself?” “You won’t,” Henry reassured her, his voice filled with encouragement. “You’re smart, and I believe in you. Just raise your hand. Trust me.” Jasmine hesitated, her
Chapter Eleven Jasmine’s mother froze, her eyes widening in surprise. For a moment, she looked as if she couldn’t believe what she had just heard. But then, a slow, cruel smile spread across her face. It was the first time Henry had seen her smile in a long while. “Good,” she sneered. “I agree. Start packing your stuff, Henry, because I know my daughter. She’s too naive to win against real business sharks. You’ll be out of here soon enough.” With that, she stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. The echo of the door reverberated through the house, leaving a suffocating silence in its wake. Jasmine, who had been sitting motionless the entire time, suddenly broke down. Tears streamed down her face as she sank to the floor, her shoulders shaking with sobs. “Why would you say that?” she cried, her voice barely a whisper as she looked up at Henry with wide, tear-filled eyes. Jasmine woke up before dawn, the room still bathed in the soft gray of early morning. H
Chapter Twelve Jasmine walked back to her room to change her stained outfits and print new documents, the weight of Stella’s words pressing down on her. But as she wiped away a stray tear, she told herself she wouldn’t give up. Not today. Not ever. She would find a way, even if it meant starting over from scratch. She came out of her room to meet her mom and the arrogant Damon looking at her as if she is a slut, he was basically undressing her with his eyes. “Mom, he should leave “ “Look at you, with your stupid mouth! When was the last time this broke fool got you anything? You don’t even have any designer items like your sister, who always has the latest collection besides he is here to help you with your project. He is rich and influential unlike that piece of trash” Jasmine’s anger flared even more. “Mom, I don’t need his help or money.He needs to leave. Now.” Damon, who had been watching the exchange with a smug smile, finally stood up, his movements deliberate a
Chapter Thirteen Knight sat back in the plush leather seat of the Rolls-Royce, his mind racing. The world outside the tinted windows seemed to blur, but inside, his thoughts were sharp and electrifying. He had just been told that he was one of the most powerful men on the continent—him. Even the president needed him. It was surreal. “Are you serious?” Knight finally broke the silence, his voice low and disbelieving. He turned to Mr. Anderson, his trusted right-hand man. Anderson nodded calmly, his face barely betraying any emotion. “Dead serious, Young Master. You hold more power than you can imagine.” Knight leaned back, shaking his head in disbelief. The weight of it all pressed down on him, yet there was a thrill to it. “Who was in charge before me?” Anderson’s eyes flickered with something Knight couldn’t quite read. “Your grandfather. He built everything from the ground up. The empire you’re now running.” Knight frowned, a strange knot forming in his stomach. “Why didn
Chapter Fourteen “Whoa…never seen any office building this magnificent, purely a work of art“ Jasmine whispered , even though she was born from a rich home , she has never seen anything architectural structure that is breathtaking like this before. Jasmine arrived to the HEXAGON CONSORTIUM on time, the guards were polite to her because she is so beautiful despite her thrift old clothes. “She looks like an angel” the whispered among themselves when she left them to go and meet the board of directors. Jasmine stood at the front of the luxurious and pristine looking board room which was chilling cold because of the air conditioner her heart pounding. She could feel all the eyes on her, waiting. Her hands gripped the edge of the table as she glanced at Zara, the vice president of the Hexagon Consortium. Zara gave her a small, encouraging nod. “You can go on with the presentation, Jasmine,” Zara said calmly. Jasmine swallowed hard, her nerves taking over for a moment.
Henry leaned against the kitchen counter, a glass of water in his hand as the cool liquid soothed his parched throat. The morning sunlight streamed through the windows, casting golden rays across the marble surfaces. The house was silent, save for the faint hum of the city below, but his mind was far from calm. Thoughts of Jasmine—her soft laughter, the way her skin had glowed in the morning light—lingered like a heady fog.Jasmine appeared in the doorway, her silhouette framed by the soft light. She wore nothing but one of his oversized shirts, the fabric brushing just above her knees. Her hair was tousled, her cheeks still flushed from their earlier intimacy. The sight of her sent a wave of desire rushing through Henry’s veins, his breath catching as their eyes met.“You left me alone,” she said softly, her voice teasing but with an edge of vulnerability.Henry set the glass down, his gaze darkening as he took a step toward her. “I thought you were resting.”Her lips curved into a s
Henry stirred awake as the faint golden light of dawn streamed through the sheer curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. The air was quiet, save for the gentle hum of the city waking below. His body was warm, wrapped in the comfort of the plush sheets and the softness of Jasmine nestled beside him.He turned his head slightly, his eyes landing on her serene face. Her dark lashes rested against her cheeks, her lips slightly parted as she slept peacefully. Her hair cascaded over the pillow like silk, and the gentle rise and fall of her chest made his heart clench with a warmth he hadn’t felt in years.Henry couldn’t resist reaching out. His fingers brushed against her cheek, featherlight, and she stirred at the touch, her eyelids fluttering open. Her sleepy gaze met his, and a soft smile spread across her lips.“Good morning,” she murmured, her voice husky from sleep.“Good morning,” Henry replied, his voice low, filled with affection. His hand moved to tuck a stray strand of hair
The soft glow of the candles followed them as Henry scooped Jasmine into his arms. Her skin was still damp from the bath, warm and soft against his chest. She let out a quiet gasp, wrapping her arms around his neck, her lips brushing lightly against his jaw."Henry," she whispered, her voice a mix of nervousness and anticipation.He paused, his dark eyes meeting hers. "Are you sure, Jasmine?" His voice was low, filled with both tenderness and restraint. "I don’t want to rush this if you’re not ready."Her cheeks flushed, and she gave him a small, reassuring smile. "I’ve never been more ready for anything."The sincerity in her eyes made his chest tighten. With a soft nod, he carried her into the bedroom, the faint scent of lavender still lingering in the air. The golden light from the bedside lamp cast a warm glow over the room, the shadows of the night dancing along the walls.Henry set her down gently on the edge of the bed, his movements careful, reverent. He knelt before her, his
Henry staggered through the door of his penthouse, his body weighed down by exhaustion. The soft glow of the evening lights spilled through the windows, casting long shadows across the polished floors. He loosened his tie, his every muscle aching from the relentless grind of the last few weeks. His mind was fogged with exhaustion, but he couldn’t help the flicker of pride at what he’d accomplished.“Henry?” Jasmine’s soft voice floated from the bedroom. The sound was like a balm to his frayed nerves.“I’m here,” he called back, his voice rough. He dropped his briefcase by the door and ran a hand through his disheveled hair.Jasmine appeared in the doorway, her figure bathed in the warm light of the room. She wore a silk robe that clung to her curves, her eyes filled with concern as she crossed the room toward him.“You look like you’ve been through a war,” she said, brushing her fingers over his jaw. Her touch was featherlight, but it sent a spark of warmth through him.“It feels like
Henry stormed out of the estate, his steps heavy and purposeful as the night air hit him like a slap to the face. The faint hum of the helicopters above was drowned out by the pounding of his heart. He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His grandfather’s words echoed in his head, their sharp edges cutting deep.“You’re not family,” Henry muttered to himself, his voice trembling with barely contained rage. “I’m just another asset to him. Another chess piece.”The guards standing outside the gates straightened as Henry approached, their gazes wary. He shot them a glare so fierce that one of them visibly flinched.“Open the damn gate,” Henry snapped, his tone sharp enough to cut glass.The guard hesitated for a fraction of a second before obeying. The gates creaked open, and Henry strode out without sparing them another glance. The crunch of gravel beneath his feet was a harsh reminder of the cold reality he was leaving behind.Anderson caught up to him, his pa
The room seemed to shrink as Henry’s grandfather stood. His every movement was deliberate, exuding a power so commanding it felt like the very air was holding its breath. The sharp lines of his tailored black suit amplified his imposing frame, and the insignia of the Grand Commander gleamed on his chest like a badge of omnipotence. His presence filled the room, an aura so intense it was almost tangible, crackling like an electrical storm.The two guards by the door immediately bowed, their heads lowered so deeply that they nearly touched the floor. Outside the study, Henry could hear the shuffle of footsteps and murmurs as more people fell to their knees, as if in reverence to a god descending from the heavens.Henry stood frozen, his jaw clenched, refusing to bow. His fists tightened at his sides as he watched the scene unfold. The man before him wasn’t just his grandfather—he was a living legend, a shadow that loomed over every story whispered in corridors of power.“Grand Commander
The sun was just beginning to set when Henry stood outside the estate, leaning against the sleek black car. The orange glow of twilight brushed his sharp features as he thought about Evelyn’s words, the lies she had spun, and the deeper trap he might have walked into. The air was heavy, filled with the faint scent of jasmine from the estate’s sprawling gardens, but Henry wasn’t in the mood to appreciate the beauty. His mind was a storm. Suddenly, a rickety old cart clattered down the gravel driveway. A man, hunched over with a woven hat shadowing his face, pushed the cart. It was piled high with potatoes, their earthy smell wafting in the air as the wheels squeaked with every turn. Henry frowned. “Who let him in here?” he muttered to himself. The man approached, his movements deliberate but unassuming. As he neared, Henry noticed his ragged clothes and dirt-stained hands. But there was something oddly off. His stride, though hidden under a limping shuffle, was too calculated. T
The room was frozen in a thick tension, every breath coming slow and heavy. Jasmine looked between Henry and her mother, her face pale and her mind racing. She was about to speak when the sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the grand hall.The doors burst open, revealing a woman in her mid-sixties, dressed in an oversized floral gown and sturdy slippers that made her presence feel more dominating than any weapon could. Her face was set in a fierce scowl, her sharp features pulled tight as her gaze immediately zeroed in on Henry.“Henry Caine!” she bellowed, storming into the room without a care for the grandeur around her. “You think you can embarrass my daughter and her fiancé in front of the entire congregation and get away with it?”Jasmine flinched, recognizing the fiery presence of her Aunt Patricia, her mother’s older sister, who was infamous for speaking her mind without restraint. Evelyn’s calm façade broke as she stood up quickly, her sharp tone cutting through.“Patric
The convoy of sleek black vehicles sped toward the Caine estate, cutting through the night like shadows on the move. Jasmine sat silently beside Henry, her hands clenched in her lap. The earlier revelations about her mother funding the De Luca family played over and over in her mind, each detail gnawing at her resolve. She stole a glance at Henry, his face a mask of cold determination, his mind undoubtedly calculating the next move.The tension in the car was palpable. Finally, she broke the silence. “Henry… what if she denies it? What if she had no idea what was happening?”Henry didn’t turn to her, his eyes locked on the road ahead. “If she’s innocent, the evidence will prove it. But if she’s guilty…” He paused, his voice hardening. “She’ll face the consequences.”Jasmine’s breath hitched. “You’d go that far? Even if she’s my mother?”Henry finally turned to her, his gaze softer but firm. “Jasmine, this isn’t just about us anymore. If your mother is involved, she’s not just a threat