Chapter 14 : Love At First Sight, Emmaculate Neal.
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Henry sat back in his chair, rubbing his temples. How could he tell Michael the truth?
The curse… it demanded death. It claimed the lives of anyone who grew close to the person cursed. How could he even begin to explain that to his boss? Michael had known about the tragedy in his own family, but he didn’t know the full scope. Henry’s chest tightened. Every thought twisted in his mind, tangled with worry, guilt, and fear.
He decided to observe first. He would watch, understand the situation fully, and only then find the courage to speak.
The following day came too soon.
Michael strode into the room, voice calm but firm. “Henry, get ready. We’re heading to the Powers family to sign the contract. There’s also a meal with Old Master Powers.”
Henry swallowed. “Yes, sir,” he replied, though a storm of nerves brewed beneath his composed tone.
They arrived at the hotel, the sun casting golden light through the tall glass windows. The room was elegant, yet warm, the scent of fresh flowers lingering in the air.
And there she was.
A girl sitting gracefully with Old Master Powers, quiet yet present in the room as if she belonged to a world untouched by despair—but sharpened by life.
Emmaculate Neal.
Michael froze mid-step. His eyes traced the delicate curve of her face, the high cheekbones hinting at both fragility and strength. Her almond-shaped eyes were deep and perceptive, the kind that seemed to see the truth in everyone. Long, dark lashes framed those eyes, giving a subtle softness to her fierce gaze.
Her lips were full, naturally pink, serene yet expressive. Her skin glowed with a healthy warmth, yet there was an undeniable strength in her posture—the straight back, poised shoulders, graceful hands resting lightly on her lap. A simple dress clung to her modest figure, elegant without ostentation. She carried herself with dignity, despite life’s hardships.
Michael’s chest tightened. His heart skipped a beat—a strange, unfamiliar sensation. He had never fallen for anyone before. He had never been attracted, not truly, to the opposite gender. Yet here she was: a girl of contrasts, soft yet sharp, fragile yet unyielding.
Fate’s enemy. Destiny’s rival.
She had grown up in the orphanage, sharpened by hardship, yet her beauty was not just skin deep. It unsettled the room without vanity. Ladies might envy her, men might adore her—but she belonged to no one.
Michael watched as she laughed softly at something Old Master Powers had said, her voice melodic, blending innocence with quiet strength. Her hands rested lightly on her lap, slim and graceful, but the subtle tension in her fingers revealed a life hardened by struggle. She radiated resilience, yet carried a vulnerability only the observant could notice.
Old Master Powers adored her presence. She had once saved him, a moment that had earned her a permanent place in his life. Now, everywhere he went, she accompanied him—not by demand, but because he cherished her.
Henry, observing Michael’s reaction, didn’t comment, but he noted the subtle shift in his boss’s demeanor. Michael, usually unshakable, cold in business, was caught off guard. His gaze lingered a little too long, softened, hesitant.
Yes, this was Emmaculate Neal—the girl who could change the course of hearts without trying, and who would unknowingly challenge everything Michael had ever known about himself.
As she smiled at Old Master Powers, Michael’s mind raced. Her beauty was undeniable, but it wasn’t just the surface. It was the strength beneath her frail exterior, the grace tempered by hardship, the quiet fire of someone who had survived life’s cruelties.
And in that moment, Michael realized something he had never felt before—an unfamiliar pull at his chest, a flutter he didn’t understand, a curiosity he couldn’t ignore.
She was his opposite, yet everything about her seemed to demand attention.
Henry cleared his throat softly, reminding Michael that business was waiting. But Michael barely heard him. His eyes remained on Emmaculate Neal, the girl whose life was marked by struggle, whose soul was tempered by tragedy, and whose presence had, in an instant, made his carefully controlled world feel fragile and new.
Yes. She was fate’s enemy. Destiny’s rival. And Michael, for the first time, felt something he hadn’t expected—a heart capable of beating differently, of noticing someone completely outside his plans, of wondering… if life could ever be this unexpectedly beautiful.
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