Accidentally Sleeping With Hidden Heiress

BRUSSELS, BELGIUM

A smile had never left Emelie Beatrice's lips all day. She was full of excitement as her wedding day drew near. During her break, she took a moment to write down the names of hotel colleagues she would invite to her wedding. Her childhood dreams were slowly coming true - from working at a prestigious place to now planning to marry at one of the five-star Hurwizt hotels in the heart of Brussels.

"Emelie, aren't you coming to the cafeteria?" asked Delia, one of the sales marketing staff and a close friend of hers.

"Thanks, Delia. I already had breakfast this morning. I think I need to cut back a little before the wedding," Emelie replied with a gentle smile.

"You still want to diet? Your body's already slim, Emelie. Think of Matthew-he might not know what to hold on to on your wedding night," Delia said bluntly. She was known for speaking her mind without much filter.

"You should get your boobs done. I know a reliable doctor if you're interested," she added with a wink before quickly leaving after seeing Emelie's sharp glare.

Emelie let out a sigh, stretching her arms slightly. She had been working at Hurwizt for nearly three years as a financial manager. Despite the hardships, she endured it all to save for her wedding.

Lately, however, something had felt off. For the past three days, her fiancé Matthew hadn't been in touch - quite unusual, since he always managed to send a message or video call her even briefly. Emelie knew he'd been busy with his work as an architect, and just a week ago, he had flown to Bogotá.

She kept sending him messages, calling multiple times. All she wanted was a little reassurance from the man she loved.

"Baby... are you okay? Why is it so hard to reach you?"

Emelie typed another message and sent it. The message was only marked with one check mark - and a few minutes later, it changed to "read."

"I'm sorry, love. I've been busy. I'll call when I get a moment. I love you, Emelie."

Her eyes sparkled with relief as she read Matthew's reply. All her doubts faded away in an instant. She felt calm again, trusting in Matthew's love.

"I love you more, Matt!"

That short message was her reply. She put away her phone just as Monica - a woman seventeen years her senior and the trusted manager of the Hurwizt Hotel - approached her.

"Emelie, are you busy?" Monica asked in her usual flat tone. Her blood-red lipstick and cold expression left no trace of warmth.

"No, Miss. Do you need something?" Emelie stood straight, slightly bowing her head.

"Good. I need you to work late tonight. I want the annual financial report redone. I need it finished by tomorrow morning, if possible. I believe in you, Emelie. Can you do that?"

"I'm sorry, Miss. But didn't I already submit that report two weeks ago?"

"Yes. But it's gone, and it's best that you redo it," Monica replied, rolling her eyes slightly.

"Understood, Miss Monica. I'll work on it and hand it over first thing tomorrow."

It wasn't easy for Emelie to redo everything from scratch. She barely moved from her chair, munching on a piece of bread and sipping warm coffee Delia had brought her. Time passed, coworkers went home one by one, and the office grew quiet. Even Delia complained when she heard Emelie was staying behind to work late.

Still, Emelie wasn't scared - just afraid of making a mistake in the numbers on her screen.

Most computers were off, except hers. She rubbed the bridge of her nose. The report was nearly complete; she only needed to print and file it on Monica's desk.

Her hazel eyes glanced at the diamond ring on her finger - the one Matthew had given her on Christmas Eve, during his heartfelt proposal. It still felt surreal that someone could love her so deeply. She had never known love growing up. Her father was a drunk and a cheater. Her mother endured his abuse until illness finally took her. Emelie was still young when her mother died, and since then, she had survived on her own. She worked hard to support herself through school and life.

Matthew was the first person who had taught her what love really was - not through material things, but with genuine care and affection, something she'd never received from her father.

She completed her work at 9 PM. After waiting quite a while for a taxi, one finally stopped for her. She leaned back and closed her eyes once they left the hotel. Her body was drained. It wasn't the job, salary, or position that exhausted her - it was dealing with her boss, Monica, that wore her down the most.

"Thank you," Emelie said, handing over the taxi fare.

She stepped out and stared at the apartment she had bought a year ago - her dream place. It was meant to be the home she and Matthew would share after their wedding. She entered a special number combination - their anniversary date - and the door clicked open. The lights turned on automatically as she walked inside. Everything was in place. The space was cozy, and the modern furniture made her smile.

She walked into the master bedroom - or rather, their bedroom, as the apartment only had two: one for them, and the other a shared walk-in closet.

After stripping off her clothes, she stood under the shower, letting the warm water wash away the stress of the day.

"You should be here, Matt. I'm using your favorite-scented soap," she muttered with a soft giggle, imagining the steamy things they'd do after marriage.

That was one thing she admired about Matthew - he never pressured her into sex. From the moment she told him she wanted to wait until marriage, he respected her. All he ever asked for was a gentle kiss.

After her shower, she headed to the kitchen, pulling out ingredients for a salad and some lean beef - her current diet to ensure her wedding dress would still fit perfectly.

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