Ms CEO'S FIRST LOVE

r direction. As the only daughter of one of New York's top ten billionaires, her presence was not merely not

clusivity. This wasn't just any designer dress; it was a custom piece, one of only three ever made by a world-renowned

There was a magnetism about her; her charm, her beauty, and her rema

rcle around her. At her side was Steven, her ever-loyal bodyguard, carrying her stylish hand

and greeting her with the utmost respect. But Linda barely noticed; her head wa

r. With a faint smirk, Linda stepped in, Steven close behind. "A bunch of weasels," she murmured, her voice laced w

, breaking the stillness. She glanced at the screen, and a smile softened her features when she saw the calle

voice chimed in, though Linda knew the q

and matter-of-fact, a stark contrast to

me, with older brothers to handle all that boring business stuff. I don

ness in her voice. "If I had an older brother or siste

are you exactly? I'm guessing the

oor," Linda said, steering th

ion event," Stella ans

he had been looking forward to it for weeks, but the weight of her responsibilities as CEO kept her tied

this evening?" Stella suggested, he

e elevator continued its climb, but now the silence felt oppressive. She began tapping her foot against the floor, the rhythmic sound a

ather to raise her alone. From that moment on, her father had showered her with love, but it was a love that came with high expectations. When she graduated from university at twenty, she had dream

achievement, never missing an opportunity to boast about his daughter's success to his business partners. But despite all she had accomplished, there was one wish of his that she hadn't fulfilled; a wish that hung

ry, Linda's stepsister. The sight of her caused a momentary pause in Linda's stride. Their father had remarried two years af

ry was softer and more subtle. But their differences went beyond personalities. They h

calm but with a hint of something

d coolly, trying to kee

and long, flowing blonde hair. At twenty-one, she was just three years younger than Linda. She wore a tight red dress that clung to her curves, emphasi

by glaring at Mallory. "What a

thing," she replied with a casual s

allory then turned her attention to Steven, her expression softenin

ly. "Good morning, Miss Mallory," he respond

office. As she walked away, Mallory laughed and called out, "You're getting older, sis. You should really get m

r eyes. She turned back, but Mallory was alread

ory stuck out her tongue just before the elevator doors clos

chuckling softly. "What's so

yes still sparkled with amusement. "You really do

without hesitation. But Steven was different. He had been her personal guard sin

t back at that stupid Mallory for calling

om. Linda sighed and sank into her chair, trying to shake off the frustration Mallory had ca

da called out,

a stack of files. Vivian smiled warmly, her calm presence a

h," Vivian greeted as sh

Vivian handed her the day's schedule, and Linda's mood brig

d smiled knowingly. "I can tell yo

e appearing. "I am. I'm glad I'll get to le

o casually. Their relationship was built on trust and mutual respect,

elderly man dressed in a perfectly tailored suit. His silver hair was neatly combed, a

y, "Good morning, Mr. Smit

r father, but her ton

of something else in his expression. "You

she wasn't. She knew her father too well. She knew that he would

desk. "I thought you'd appreciate a visit from

ms. "Dad, I know you didn't just come he

. "You know me too well, Linda," he admitted. He then

young man with a bright smile. He was tall, with neatly co

an, her suspicion growing. "What's this about?"

Linda's mind raced. She had a bad feeling about this, knowing her father's habit of making big decisions wit

, this is Mark Hemsworth, the son of

e shook it firmly, though she wasn't thrilled. "Ni

ased. "Mark already k

Linda. "I've heard so much about you, Miss

pt her expression neutral. "Thank you,

ce running out. "So, why is Mark here?" she

ed the news she had been dreading.