Snow looked at Andreas, her hand still enveloped in his, the weight of his proposal settling deep within her. The city lights outside, once a cold reminder of her isolation, now seemed to sparkle with a newfound promise. He wasn't asking her to abandon her principles, to surrender her independence. He was offering a partnership, a true alliance, where her vision would be amplified, and her future secured. More importantly, he was offering himself, fully and without reservation, as a shield against the darkness that had plagued her for so long.
The fears still flickered, like embers of an old fire, but they were now overshadowed by a burning, exhilarating hope. She saw not just the powerful CEO, but the man who transformed a ballroom into her childhood dream, who fought her battles with unwavering devotion, who understood the scars of her past without judgment.
A soft, genuine smile blossomed on her face, a smile that reached her eyes, making them sparkle with a rare happiness. "Andreas," she began, her voice soft but firm, "I accept. Not just the alliance for EdenTech, but… everything." She squeezed his hand, her gaze locked with his. "I want to build this new world with you. And yes," she added, her voice dropping to a near whisper, a blush creeping up her neck, "I want to be your girlfriend."
A profound sense of relief, followed by an unmistakable surge of joy, washed over Andreas. His grip on her hand tightened, and a genuine, unburdened smile, rarely seen by others, spread across his face. He leaned in, his eyes dark with adoration. "Snow," he breathed, his voice thick with emotion, "you won't regret this. I promise."
He didn't hesitate. He pulled her gently from her chair, drawing her into a tender, possessive embrace. Their lips met, not in the desperate passion of their first kiss, but with a quiet understanding, a deep commitment. It was a kiss that sealed a pact, a silent promise of loyalty, protection, and a future they would build together. In that moment, the lines blurred between their professional partnership and their burgeoning personal bond, forging them into an unyielding force. Their bond, once a fragile thread, now solidified into a powerful, unbreakable cable, anchored by mutual trust and undeniable affection.
The news of their dating spread through their respective circles like wildfire, albeit initially through whispers and speculation. Andreas made no public announcement, preferring to let their actions speak for themselves, but their increased visibility together, the quiet strength in Snow's demeanor, and the softened edge in Andreas's own presence, left little doubt.
Chapter 36: Alex's Fury and a Dangerous Game
The news hit Alex Charm like a physical blow. He heard it from multiple sources: casual mentions from mutual acquaintances, thinly veiled gossip from industry insiders, and finally, a terse, confirming text from Kane, his security chief, who had seen them together, hand-in-hand, leaving a private dinner.
Alex slammed his fist on his desk, the sound echoing through his pristine penthouse. His perfectly constructed facade of nonchalance shattered, revealing a raw, seething fury. Girlfriend? The word felt like a brand. He had played his hand with Cassandra, thinking he was isolating Snow, weakening Andreas. Instead, he had unwittingly driven them closer, sealing a bond he never imagined possible.
"Girlfriend," he snarled, pacing his office like a caged predator. "After everything! After I showed her the truth, after I brought her Cassandra! He's just… a better puppet master." The thought chafed, burning him. He had orchestrated the dinner, the calculated charm, the subtle undermining. He had wanted to be her savior, her darker, more understanding ally. Instead, she had chosen his rigid, predictable brother.
The public declaration at the gala, the lawsuit, the subtle shift in his father's regard – it all converged into a bitter, undeniable truth: Andreas was winning. And now, he had Snow.
Alex's jaw clenched. This wasn't just about business now. This wasn't even just about family rivalry. This was personal. Deeply, viciously personal. He had wanted Snow, not just as a conquest, but as a symbol of his superiority over Andreas. He had woven a fantasy where she would choose his dangerous allure over his brother's stoic protection. Her rejection was a direct affront to his ego, a humiliation he could not, would not, abide.
He picked up his phone, his fingers trembling with suppressed rage. "Kane," he barked into the receiver, "I want you to dig deeper. Find every vulnerability, every weakness, in Snow White's past that Ravenna missed. And I want to know everything about Andreas. Every secret, every leverage point. No stone left unturned."
His mind raced, a dangerous glint in his eyes. He had lost this round, but the game wasn't over. He would find a way to break them, to expose the fragility of their bond, to prove that his brother's world, and by extension, Andreas himself, could never truly protect her. He would tear down their carefully constructed happiness, even if it meant setting the entire Charm empire, and his own family, on fire. The ring he saw on Snow's finger, though not physical, felt like a brand, and he was determined to melt it down.