The Billionaire's Contractual Ascent

Chapter 1

ML's Pov

As my taxi came to a stop at the venue, I peered out of the window and observed that what was once a familiar location for me had now transformed into a place accessible only by invitation. It was crowded with photographers and reporters, their camera flashes obscuring the less glamorous aspects of those present, leaving only their attractive exteriors on display. This environment, along with the people in it, felt stifling to me.

I walked inside, paying no attention to the reporters' questions. After all, I was today's main attraction, labelled as a "fallen elite." I used to be a young master who didn't have to worry about anything, but now I find myself with nothing. Life's twists can be incredibly harsh.

I extended warm greetings to Mr. and Mrs. Watson, the gracious hosts of the party. They are a delightful elderly couple and have a longstanding friendship with my father, which is why I received an invitation. Mr. Watson greeted me with a warm smile, saying, "Hello Noah, how are you, my young friend?" I returned the smile and replied, "I'm doing well, thank you." "Congratulations on your wedding anniversary", it was a party hosted to celebrate their wedding anniversary. However, when Mrs. Watson inquired about my father's health with a concerned look in her eyes, I found myself in a difficult spot. In truth, my father has been in a coma since he collapsed a couple of months ago, but I chose to maintain a cheerful facade and responded, "He's holding up alright."

Inside, the crowd was aglow, their forced smiles concealing true feelings. All eyes fixated on me as I stepped into the hall, scrutinizing my every action, observing, passing judgments, and exchanging hushed comments. Seeking solace, I navigated my way to the bar, where I swiftly picked up a wine glass, an essential to survive this evening.

With my wine glass in hand, I leaned against the bar, trying to block out the sea of curious onlookers. The room's chatter and the clinking of glasses provided a temporary distraction from the weight of their judgment.

As I took a sip of the wine, its rich taste momentarily offered an escape from the discomfort I felt. It was a reminder of a time when life was simpler, when the world's expectations and scrutiny didn't weigh me down. But here I was, navigating a social landscape that had become a battleground of perception.

I couldn't help but wonder if there was any genuine compassion left in this crowd, or if their interest was purely in the spectacle of my apparent downfall. Regardless, I resolved to make it through the evening, leaning on the comforting embrace of the wine glass, my silent companion in a world where appearances meant everything.

While I savored my wine, I noticed Mr. White approaching, accompanied by his business associates, a self-assured grin adorning his face. "Good evening, Mr. Cartel. It's a pleasure to see you here. Allow me to introduce Mr. Noah Cartel, the heir to Cartel Enterprises, to everyone," he proclaimed. The very same man who once sought my father's favor for a partnership now stood before me. Oh, how I longed to wipe that smug expression from his face.

With a forced politeness, I responded, "Good evening, Mr. White," my reluctance to engage with this individual evident in my tone. As I made my way to depart, Mr. White extended his condolences, saying, "I'm truly sorry to hear about your father. If you ever require any assistance, know that I'm here for you." It took all my self-control not to react to his insincere sympathy. I attempted to muster a smile in response to his feigned concern, though it was a challenging endeavor.

As I edged away from Mr. White and his contingent, I couldn't help but reflect on the surreal turn of events. It was a stark reminder of how time and circumstance could reverse roles and reshape the power dynamic.

While I navigated the gathering, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was at the center of a real-life drama, where every word and gesture held meaning. It was a world of pretense and politics, where alliances shifted like sand in the wind.

Despite my inner turmoil, I knew that I needed to maintain my composure and uphold the Cartel name. This was a chapter in my life where resilience would be my greatest asset, and I was determined to rise above the challenges that lay before me.

FL's Pov

As I exited the airport, my assistant was there, holding today's busy schedule in hand. In just two hours, I had an important party to attend. All I wanted was a moment of rest, but this was a gathering I couldn't afford to decline.

Opting for an elegant, long black cocktail dress with shoulder straps, I left my wavy brown hair cascading down to my mid-waist. I completed the look with matching black heels. Gazing at my reflection in the mirror, a satisfied smile crossed my face.

In addition to my role as an executive director at my father's company, I was also juggling my own business in the fashion industry. It was a hectic but fulfilling life, one that demanded my presence at both corporate events and fashion soirées.

Arriving at the venue slightly behind schedule due to traffic, I found myself pausing to pose for the photographers stationed along the red carpet outside. Amidst the crowd, a reporter's voice stood out, complimenting my appearance with, "Scarlett, you look absolutely stunning today." I responded with a gracious smile and continued on my way into the event.

Inside, I was greeted by the joyous atmosphere of Mr. and Mrs. Watson's 30th wedding anniversary celebration. Mrs. Watson warmly embraced me, exclaiming, "Scarlett, you look absolutely radiant, my dear." In response, I returned the hug and replied, "Not nearly as radiant as you," paying her a genuine compliment. I then turned to Mr. Watson, offering my greetings, saying, "Good evening, Mr. Watson." He reciprocated with, "Good evening, my dear." To complete the moment, I presented them with their anniversary gift, saying, "Congratulations on your 30th wedding anniversary."

The party's interior exuded elegance, with a splendid chandelier gracing the center of the ceiling. The entire venue was adorned with an enchanting display of flowers and twinkling lights, creating a magical atmosphere.

I couldn't resist the allure of the buffet; my hunger had been building. As I indulged in some cupcakes, my attention was suddenly arrested. A pair of piercing grey eyes locked onto mine, holding me in place. Those captivating eyes belonged to none other than my fiance, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

Noah Cartel, the man my father had chosen for me, dressed in a sleek black suit over a black shirt, was undeniably handsome. His jawline was sharp, and his eyes, while striking, appeared emotionally distant, as if he were trying to decipher a complex puzzle. I held the prolonged eye contact, determined not to give in. Our engagement was a secret, known to no one at this gathering, and I preferred to keep it that way. From the looks of it, Noah had the same idea.