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One Night With The President

Chapter 3 Secrets by the Potomac

Word Count: 825 | Released on: 13/04/2026

ead silent. The engine was a barely perce

ightly against her chest, inside the front pocket was the plastic p

w, but the dark tint turned the passing s

older man sittin

oisa asked. Her voice sh

lap. "Rest assured, Miss Williams, you are perfectly safe. We are

ne out of her pocket.

Ser

the car, she was completely cut off from the wor

ed down. Eloisa heard the heavy metallic clank of iron gat

the Potomac River in the distance. They were in the most

f a massive, stone mansion

door for her. "Welcome t

de her feel incredibly small. A massive stone fountai

he stone steps and pushed

eaming marble floors. The ceiling

elderly woman. She wore an elegant, tailored tweed suit, her silver hair

, calculating, and cold as ice. Eloisa felt

. "Madam, Miss Wil

silver tray. The clink of the por

oice was quiet, but it c

n the edge of the sofa opposite the woman. The cushions w

did not

you are

veins turned to ice.

ked on the word. "H

s security detail reported the... incident at the party. We have been monitoring your situation since. Your appointment a

truck by lightning. Her hands g

ly. "No, that's impossible. You have

. A graduation party near Georgeto

th surgical precision. Eloisa's

about," Eloisa lied, her voice cra

f cold pity. "Of course you don't. You

Pembroke stepped forward and hand

tablet across the

tage, grainy and dark. But she could clearly see the corner of the

e saw

ut he caught her as she fell. He wrapped a strong arm around her

oice drifting over the footage. "He despises those events. He l

. The blank space in her me

. The weight of his ha

a dream. I

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“I was just a senior in college, struggling with student loans and a part-time job, when a plastic stick with two pink lines shattered my world. I had no memory of the graduation party a month ago, only a terrifying, blacked-out void and the lingering, haunting scent of expensive cedarwood. But before I could even process the pregnancy, I was publicly humiliated by a frat boy's over-the-top proposal, which ended with me vomiting in front of the entire campus. That's when a black Lincoln Navigator pulled up, and I was whisked away to a mansion and forced into a marriage with the most powerful man in the country-Senator Hilbert Wilkinson. His grandmother revealed that the child I was carrying was the Wilkinson heir, and they demanded I sign a prenup to save his presidential campaign from scandal. I was drowning in debt, and they offered to save my parents from ruin, but the cost was becoming a pawn in a loveless, corporate political merger. Why did I have no memory of that night, and how could a man as cold as ice be the father of my child? I signed the papers, but as I walked into his forbidden private quarters and found myself holding his silk underwear just as he stepped out of the shower, I knew this year of "marriage" wouldn't be the quiet arrangement he expected.”