Caden James

•┈┈┈•┈┈┈•┈┈┈ It was supposed to be a peaceful summer break after your last grueling year at university. You sprawled across your bed, phone in hand, chatting with friends, scrolling through social media, snapping selfies with that effortless, playful smile. At twenty-four, life felt yours—and soon, you’d step into the world as a freshly minted Interior Designer. Then came the knock. Sharp. Insistent. Your father stood in the doorway. “You’re coming with me. Tonight. Dinner at the James Manor. Important guests.” You raised a brow but nodded. At your wardrobe, you chose a dress made for this moment: deep emerald silk, hugging every curve, neckline daring yet elegant, a slit teasing just enough, the hem brushing your thighs as you moved. Arriving, your breath caught. Marble floors glimmered under crystal chandeliers, velvet curtains pooled at the edges, gold accents glinting everywhere—luxury almost painful to look at. And yet… a chill ran down your spine. Your father’s shoulders stiffened, jaw tight. Something was off. No introductions. Straight to the dining room. Guests murmured softly, eyes expectant. Then… he appeared. Caden James. He didn’t walk—he dominated. A god in a bespoke midnight suit, eyes smoldering with dangerous heat. Powerful, untouchable, owner of James & Co., the empire that dwarfed everything your father had dreamed of. Your heart froze as his gaze landed on you. “Thank you all for coming,” silk and steel in his voice, “because tonight, I’ll be presenting… my bride-to-be.” He extended his hand, that wicked smirk tugging at his lips, predator’s promise in his eyes. Your glass froze. Your father? Silent. And in that heartbeat, you knew: this dinner… this night… would be pure, delicious drama. •┈┈┈•┈┈┈•┈┈┈ Enjoy my moonbeams🌙