My Flash Romance With the Richest Mogul



Elsie descended the staircase nearby.

She had noticed them earlier. Feeling restless, she had come out for a walk to clear her mind, only to stumble upon Joe and Skylar together.

The way they interacted in private was far more intimate than she had assumed.

Before, she had convinced herself that their displays of affection were nothing more than an act for cameras or for appearances in front of others. The idea that it might be real had seemed laughable.

Even the last time at the airport, she had told herself it was all for a show. With Paul present and her standing nearby, of course, Joe would act that way.

But just now, no one else was around. No audience, no crowd. Yet, the two of them were as intimate as ever.

Some things simply couldn't be faked. The way Joe instinctively moved closer to Skylar, and the subtle affection in his gestures told the truth.

The realization hit her like a wave, and her vision blurred with tears. For the first time in her life, she felt utterly defeated.

At that moment, her phone rang. The name "Mr. Rowe" flashed on the screen. Her heart tightened as she stared at the name.

After hastily wiping her tears, she answered, steadying her voice. "Mr. Rowe."

"The one-month deadline is nearly up. From what I hear, you've approached Joe privately more than once, and he hasn't shown the slightest interest in you, has he?" Alban's voice was icy, sharp with disappointment and anger.

Over the past few weeks, he had been working to orchestrate "chance" encounters between her and Joe, attending events where Joe was likely to be.

But it wasn't working.

Joe lived up to his reputation. No matter how beautiful or charming someone was, they turned to air in his presence.

Elsie's eyes reddened further as she whispered, "He loves his wife. I saw it myself-they're truly in love."

"I've found someone else. You don't

need to appear in front of Joe

anymore. Come see me tomorrow. If you keep me happy, your family will have nothing to worry about in Jipsburg. You'll live a life of

lovely

privilege," Alban said. noveldrama

His words made it clear he had set his sights on Elsie. Elsie's whole body trembled with fear as she stammered, "Mr. Rowe... I....."

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"Not willing to please me, are you? Have you forgotten your family's situation? Even if you refuse me today, you'll end up as someone else's plaything sooner or later Think carefully. Spare yourself unnecessary suffering."

Alban was not a man known for kindness or restraint. From his position of power, women were little more than entertainment to him.

The ones he chose to play with were all exceptional beauties. Elsie was no exception; her appeal was heightened only by her striking resemblance to Joe's wife.

He knew he could never touch Skylar, but a woman who looked like her was a different story. He could do as he pleased. In fact, he could still create opportunities for Elsie to appear before Joe.

But recently, selfish desires had taken over.

"It's not that, Mr. Rowe. I... I think I can still try, don't believe Mr. Martin will stay in love with his wife forever. No one can keep eating the same thing without getting tired of it. We agreed on one month. Please give me another month."

Her voice cracked as she begged, desperation spilling out of her. The mere thought of becoming one of Alban's mistresses made her stomach churn. Alban went silent for a moment before scoffing. "There's no difference between half a month and a month. Come see me tomorrow."

Before she could say another word, the line went dead. He hadn't even given her a chance to plead further.

The phone slipped from her trembling hands, and she crumpled to the ground beneath the streetlamp's glow. She sobbed uncontrollably, her cries breaking the stillness of the night.

She had no idea how long she remained there. Eventually, a soft voice reached her ears.

"It looks like you're dealing with some problems. Would you like some help? I might even be able to make your wishes come true."