The arrogant millionaire kissed her just to escape the arranged marriage, but the next day...

Manhattan, Sterling Enterprises headquarters. The ballroom was deafly silent, 400 pairs of eyes fixed on the impossible scene. Jackson Sterling, New York's most feared CEO, with his lips pressed against those of his new secretary. Emma Rodriguez could still taste espresso and masculine arrogance when he finally pulled away, leaving his large, warm hands on her waist. The gray blazer she had carefully chosen for her first day at Sterling Enterprises now seemed inadequate for being the center of an epic corporate scandal. "My fiance," Jackson announced to the stunned crowd, his voice echoing through the company's main hall as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Emma blinked once, twice. Was she still dreaming? 3 hours ago, she was organizing his schedule. Now, apparently, she was his future wife. Excuse me, what? she whispered, trying to process what had just happened. Smile, Jackson murmured in her ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down her spine. You just saved me from marrying Victoria Ashford. Ah, Victoria Ashford, the platinumhaired socialite, standing free of way with an expression that could kill a man. Emma had seen photos of her in gossip magazines. Always impeccable, always perfect, always absolutely terrible to staff. Jackson Sterling. Richard Sterling's deep voice cut through the air like a blade. The family patriarch pushed through the crowd, his $3,000 suit unable to hide the fury in his steel blue eyes. What the devil do you think you're doing? I'm getting engaged, father. Just like you wanted. Not with her. Richard pointed at Emma as if she were a particularly offensive insect. With Victoria, we had an agreement. Emma felt blood rush to her face. Not with her. as if she were some kind of trash Jackson had found on the street.