The Paper Wife’s Empire novel Chapter 81

“Mr. Jordon…” Ramona had just opened her mouth to explain about Jotham when Ethan interrupted her. “Your personal life is your own business. I won't pry, and I certainly won’t interfere. But we are engaged now, and I trust you’ll take care of anything from your past.”

He didn’t push for details, didn’t demand explanations.

The realization left Ramona with a twinge of guilt. She’d expected that, given Ethan’s background, he might care about her history, maybe even insist on knowing every detail. Yet he hadn’t asked a single question.

“I… I’ll sort it out as soon as possible. You have my word,” she promised, her voice quiet but sincere.

At that moment, it struck Ramona: Ethan genuinely regarded their engagement seriously, treating her with a respect she hadn’t expected.

Ethan nodded, but a strange, subtle unease passed through him. He’d done his homework on Ramona. Six years in a relationship—no matter who you are, that’s not something you shake off easily. Was there still a part of her that couldn’t let go of Jotham?

He forced down his vague irritation and simply added, “If you need any help, just ask.”

Ramona gave a soft, “Alright.”

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The next morning.

The first thing Ramona did after arriving at Covington Group was head to HR. Her team’s onboarding process had stalled, and her own executive access was still stuck in limbo.

She was told approval would have to wait for the shareholders’ response, and instantly, Ramona understood—this was yet another one of Holden’s tricks.

She combed through the contract, only to discover a clause she hadn’t noticed: “Effective only after approval by a majority of shareholders.” In other words, even though she’d fulfilled her side of the agreement, she wouldn’t actually get control until the process was complete.

Her direct approval of Nova and the others joining the team? That too had to wait until her executive permissions were activated.

Now, with Melinda claiming to be ill and half the shareholders having conveniently disappeared, no one could say how long it would take for the process to go through.

“Ramona, Holden’s such a snake…” Nova and the others were fuming on her behalf when they found out.

Ramona was silent for a moment, then let out a short, sharp laugh.

Holden was easy enough to deal with, but if she wanted to run the company, she needed everyone behind her. Holden just wanted to rile her up.

“So what do we do now, Ramona? Are we just supposed to wait around?” Nova asked.

Ramona took a deep breath. “It’s fine. If they want to play by the book, then we’ll play by the book.”

She immediately called her assistant and asked for a list of all major shareholders.

A few hours later, Ramona sent out a notice: there would be a shareholders’ meeting.

The moment the email landed, Holden was in a meeting with senior management. The executives were baffled. Everyone knew the real power in the company still rested with Melinda and Holden. Ramona had tried to attend shareholder meetings before, but the shareholders never gave her the time of day.

There were seven core shareholders in the company. Besides himself, Melinda, and Ramona, the other four were all staunch supporters of Melinda—people Holden was certain would never show up.

Yet now, two of those very shareholders walked in, business suits immaculate, their steps hurried and anxious. Neither dared look at Holden; they sat down quietly beside Ramona, faces ashen.

Holden’s hands pressed hard against the table, his breath heavy.

What on earth was happening?

The news that shareholders had shown up spread fast. Within minutes, the rest of the senior management hurried in, filling the room to capacity. The same people who’d ignored Ramona before were now falling over themselves to greet her, offering apologies for being late, doing everything to show deference.

If the shareholders were here, had they picked the wrong side all along?

The room fell silent, the air tense.

Ramona turned her chair, checked the time, and spoke calmly. “No need to wait any longer. Let’s begin.”

At her signal, her assistant closed the doors. Holden, who’d been mocking just moments before, now looked pale, his knuckles white against the table.

Ramona nodded to her assistant, who began explaining the terms of the contract. When she finished, Ramona addressed the room:

“I realize many of you don’t know me well yet. Allow me to introduce myself.” She stood, her voice clear and unwavering. “My name is Ramona. I am the biological daughter of Benedict, and per his will, the sole designated heir to Covington Group.”