Chapter: A Tired Day“Mr. Markson, do you have anything to say to Alex?”Louis’s voice cut through the tension like a blade through silk. It was calm, polite even, but I knew Louis well enough to hear the warning underneath. He did not speak unless he was already prepared for consequences.I stood between the two men, my fingers curling slightly into the fabric of my coat. The hallway felt too narrow, the air too tight, like the walls were listening.I looked from Louis to Vincent.Two very different men.One all warmth hidden behind humor, loyalty disguised as carelessness. The other sharp edges and silence, a presence that bent the atmosphere without raising his voice.Vincent did not answer immediately.His eyes rested on Louis, unreadable, cold, patient. The kind of patience that came from knowing the world usually moved aside when he asked it to.“Why don’t you leave with your fiancée?” Louis asked again, his tone still light, almost conversational.My heart skipped.“Louis,” I called quietly, instin
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Chapter: TensionWalking out of the restroom, I paused for a moment in the hallway, my palms resting lightly against the cool marble sink behind me. My reflection stared back from the mirror inside—eyes a little too bright, jaw set a little too tight. I had splashed water on my face twice already, but the tension refused to wash away.The competition hall felt like a battlefield today.Every step outside that restroom reminded me of eyes, whispers, judgment. Of how much was at stake. Of how one wrong moment could unravel years of work.I took a slow breath and stepped out.That was when her voice reached me.“Well, well… long time no see, sister.”The words slid into my ears like something oily and unwanted.I froze mid-step.Slowly, I turned my head.Lilian.She stood just a few steps away, leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed, posture relaxed as if she belonged there more than anyone else. Perfect hair. Perfect makeup. That effortless confidence she always wore like armor. The kind that s
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Chapter: Made it ThroughThe silence after time was deafening.Not loud. Not sudden. Just heavy. Like the room had been emptied of oxygen without warning. One moment there had been movement everywhere, fingers racing across glass, quiet curses under people’s breath, that frantic energy right before the end. Then it stopped. Completely.I didn’t move.My hands hovered above the iPad, fingers stiff, half-curled, as if my body still believed I had a few more seconds. One more adjustment. One more line. One more detail that could somehow make everything… acceptable.My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was hitting my ribs from the inside. I could hear it. Feel it in my ears, my throat.The design stared back at me.It was bare. Too bare.Simple in a way that didn’t feel elegant, just exposed. Almost harsh.This wasn’t what I had planned. It wasn’t what I had practiced in my head night after night, replaying the design until I could see it with my eyes closed. That version had layers, depth, intention car
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Chapter: I'll Them PayEarlier this morning, when I heard today was the day of the competition, I prepared to leave the online meeting, working from Paris was taking a toll on me but I didn’t care.The screen in front of me was filled with familiar faces—old board members who had been with the company longer than some empires lasted. Their expressions were stiff, annoyed, impatient. One of them cleared his throat, another sighed loudly, and someone else muttered something under his breath about “priorities” and “professionalism.”Those old board members were already complaining, but who were they to complain directly to me.I was Vincent Markson.If I decided to end a meeting, it ended. No explanations required.I shut the laptop without waiting for another word, the sound echoing sharply in the quiet hotel suite. For a brief moment, I stood there, fingers still resting on the edge of the desk, feeling the dull ache behind my temples. Working remotely, flying between cities, chasing loose ends from six year
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Chapter: Count Down The second round has begun.The announcement echoed through the hall like a bell tolling fate.I quickly stood up, my chair scraping softly against the polished floor as I followed my assistant. The noise around me swelled—chairs moving, heels clicking, hushed murmurs rising as competitors prepared themselves. My heart pounded harder than I wanted it to.I turned briefly before walking away.Behind me, I heard a familiar, cold voice.“Boss, it seems that it’s time for a meeting.”“I’ll stay,” Vincent replied.I didn’t turn again.Walking back into the competition space, my shoulders felt heavier with every step. The atmosphere inside was different now—thicker, sharper. This was no longer admiration and curiosity. This was war.I climbed up alongside the other competitors, the elevated platform feeling suddenly too exposed. We sat down in our arranged chairs, each seat carefully positioned, each table aligned with military precision.I exhaled slowly.Something wasn’t right.I could f
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Chapter: Ms. Markston,is pettyOutside the competition room, the atmosphere buzzed with restless energy.Everyone was gossiping.Designers stood in clusters, whispering behind manicured hands, eyes darting around as they waited for the announcement of the second round. Some pretended to be calm, sipping water or scrolling through their tablets, but their stiff shoulders betrayed them. Others openly speculated, voices low yet sharp, replaying every design shown so far.I sat quietly in my seat, my posture relaxed, my expression neutral.Years ago, this kind of environment would have made my palms sweat. The pressure. The judgment. The silent comparisons. But now, I had learned how to exist in the middle of chaos without letting it swallow me.My assistant excused herself, telling me she needed to get something for me. I nodded without looking up, my mind drifting yet staying alert.From where I sat, I could clearly see Lilian.She was standing, of course.Ordering her assistant around.“Get this.”“No, not that one.
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Chapter: Why Does It Hurt I pressed my lips together as I stood outside Rosina’s office, the faint hum of the intercom still ringing in my ears. My fingers tightened around the porcelain cup of coffee I had just delivered, the heat seeping into my skin like a slow, deliberate burn. The entire morning had been nothing but tension layered on tension, and now this—this was just the final insult sprinkled on an already bleeding wound.Rosina was collecting her things with sharp, clipped movements, the kind that spoke of rage tightly leashed beneath a polished smile. Anyone who didn’t know her would think she was calm, composed, in control. But I could feel it—no, I could sense it—the anger radiating off her like heat from molten stone. The air in her office was thick, heavy, as though it might suffocate me if I stayed too long.She smiled, the corners of her lips lifting in that sweet, dangerous way of hers, and pressed the intercom button.“Bring me a cup of coffee,” she said smoothly. “And make sure Kira deliver
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Chapter: More Attention More Trouble, Hangover SoupAfter I got a little bit better, the pounding in my head didn’t fully leave—it only dulled into a heavy ache, like something pressing from the inside of my skull. I moved slowly around my apartment, every step measured, every sound too loud. The kettle whistled, and I winced, turning it off quickly before the noise drilled straight through me.I made myself toast and coffee, even though my stomach protested. The smell of burnt bread filled the small kitchen, but I didn’t care. I needed something—anything—to ground me. I carried the mug and plate to the couch and sank down, curling my legs beneath me.The TV flickered to life, my favorite show playing in the background. I wasn’t really watching it. My eyes followed the scenes, but my mind was somewhere else entirely. I felt hot, despite the cool air in the room. Hot and hollow.Nobody actually cared about me.The thought settled heavily in my chest. Not my father—who was probably drunk again, passed out somewhere without even noticing
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Chapter: Beneath The Glitters By noon, the entire office felt… different.Not loud, not chaotic—just buzzing. Like a hive stirred by something sweet and dangerous at the same time. I could feel it in the air the moment I stepped out of the records room, a strange undercurrent of excitement humming beneath the usual keyboard clicks and ringing phones.Whispers floated past me as I walked down the aisle between cubicles.“…Did you hear?”“…Rosina said it herself…”“…The Alpha really adores her…”I slowed my steps, pretending to adjust the files in my hands while my ears strained to catch more.One of the girls—high-pitched voice, too cheerful—laughed softly. “Just one word from her, and the Alpha already approved it. A free dinner tonight. For everyone.”Another squealed. “At that restaurant! The biggest one in the city!”I stopped breathing for half a second.A company dinner?My grip tightened on the folder. In all the years I’d worked here—years of staying late, fixing mistakes that weren’t mine, swallowing insul
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Chapter: Bully (one)I didn’t even realize how quiet the office had become until my own breathing started to sound too loud in my ears.When I was done with work, the day’s event had been hectic. My shoulders ached, my fingers were stiff from hours of typing, and my eyes burned from staring at lines of text that no longer made sense. I quickly stood up, packed the files into a neat stack, and went over to the HR team to send them in, telling myself that once this was done, I could finally go home. Just that one last task. Just one.That was when I met Rosina.Rosina—the highest-ranked position in this company after the Alpha himself. A woman whose heels echoed authority before she even spoke, whose sharp gaze made people straighten their backs instinctively. She took the documents from my hands and flipped through them slowly, deliberately, her manicured fingers tapping against the pages as if she were counting my mistakes before she even found one.She stared at the documents just briefly before closing
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Chapter: WhispersAfter that ball night and that frenzy night at the Alpha’s villa, I arrived at work this morning with my shoulders stiff and my heart heavier than usual. The building looked the same from the outside—tall glass walls reflecting the early sunlight, guards standing at their posts, employees streaming in with their badges—but the atmosphere felt different the moment I stepped inside.Everyone was whispering about me.I felt it before I fully registered it. The sudden pauses in conversations. The way voices dropped when I walked past. The glances—some curious, some envious, some openly judgmental—followed me down the hallway like invisible fingers brushing against my skin. I kept my head straight, my expression neutral, pretending not to notice, but inside, my chest tightened with every step.I knew this would happen.They had seen me with him.They had seen me beside their boss, the CEO, the Alpha himself, at the gala meeting. They had seen the way we stood too close, the way his attenti
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Chapter: Frenzy Night I lifted Kira easily, her weight nothing against my strength, but the sight of her — weak, trembling, barely conscious — made something sharp twist inside my chest. Several meters away, Lucas stood rigid, fists clenched, eyes burning with a rage that matched mine. I ignored him completely.Kiera came first.I lowered her gently into the passenger seat, her body restless and hot with whatever had been slipped into her system. She whimpered softly, fingers pulling desperately at the fabric of her gown, her breath short and uneven.Without thinking, I shrugged off my coat and laid it over her shaking form, tucking it around her shoulders.I shut the door and moved quickly around the car, sliding into the driver’s seat and starting the engine. My jaw was tight enough to crack as I grabbed my phone and dialed the pack doctor immediately.“Are you free? I need you at my villa now,” I said, my voice low, strained with urgency I rarely allowed anyone to hear. Her soft groans filled the car.
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Chapter: Her Presence “ Who are you talking to?” I asked again.The words came out sharper than I intended, partly from suspicion, partly from something I didn’t understand—an emotion I didn’t want to name.She froze instantly.Absolutely still.As if I had caught her stealing the crown jewels from a museum. Her entire body went rigid, and her eyes widened, almost guilty… almost terrified. The shock on her face wasn’t mild—it was the kind that sucker-punched me right in the gut. That expression alone told me more than any spoken explanation.She was hiding something.And not something small.Her breath hitched as she opened her mouth as if to speak, to explain, to lie— I couldn’t tell which. I studied every twitch of her face, the slight panic in her eyes. She looked cornered, like she had been caught doing something she desperately didn’t want me to know about.Before she could get a word out—A loud, dramatic voice echoed from behind me.“**Zayne!**”I stiffened.Of course.Caleb.My twin brother.He wal
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Chapter: Who Are You Talking To The morning had already been grating, and I could feel the day grinding against my nerves like sandpaper. Meetings droned on, schedules were meticulously repeated, and the air seemed thicker than usual. The office, pristine as ever, felt suffocating. Even the hum of the air conditioning and the distant clatter of keyboards grated against me. I had tasks to complete, documents to read, and yet, the day dragged, as if the universe itself were testing my patience.I was leaning over my desk, reviewing some of the investigation files my assistant had prepared for me, when the quiet of the office was broken. The door opened, and a young woman I had never seen before stepped inside, holding a tray with a cup of coffee. She moved carefully, almost timidly, but there was an awkward tension in her posture, as if she already sensed my temper before she had even encountered it.Before I could even extend a hand, she stumbled. The cup tipped. Coffee cascaded across my desk in a dark, scalding st
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Chapter: First Day at the CompanyThe morning sun filtered softly through the curtains, brushing my face with warmth as I slowly woke. My muscles ached slightly from the previous day’s tension at the Harrison Estate, but there was no time to linger in bed. Jasmine’s wellbeing, the mounting bills, the looming pressure of loan sharks—all of it pressed on me with unrelenting force. Today had to be perfect, or at least as close to perfect as I could manage.I swung my legs off the bed and took a steadying breath. Today, I would be Anna, the professional bodyguard, competent, strong, unshakable. No trace of my past, no sign of weakness. Today, my identity, my daughter, and the desperate life I was fighting to protect depended on my ability to perform flawlessly.I quickly dressed in my corporate attire, carefully choosing my best suit—the one I had purchased with my last savings. Every stitch and fold represented the tiny investments I had made in myself, a statement of professionalism and determination. I tugged the jacke
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Chapter: Collision at the Estate Dragging my luggage across the marble driveway, I felt my chest tighten with every step. The massive iron gates of the Harrison Estate loomed ahead, their black iron interlaced with gold accents that gleamed under the sun. Even the air here seemed different, heavier somehow, infused with a sense of wealth, control, and danger. I paused for a fraction of a second, gripping the handle of my suitcase, trying to steady my racing heart. I had faced threats, danger, even death before—but this… this was different. This was the world for the rich .And I was about to step into it. My eyes traveled over the vast estate as I inhaled deeply, trying to absorb the enormity of the place. The sprawling gardens, perfectly manicured, stretched endlessly before the massive mansion. Every detail—every column, every window, every polished surface—screamed precision and power. It was beautiful, yes, but it also radiated an unwelcoming coldness, a silent warning that anyone stepping inside was entering a
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Chapter: The Storm Inside the EstateMeanwhile, at the Harrison Estate, the quiet stillness in Anna’s small apartment was worlds away from the storm raging inside the mansion’s towering, ice‑cold walls.Zayne Harrison’s voice thundered through the grand study, sharp enough to make even the polished windows tremble.“What do you mean by that, woman?” he barked into the phone. His tone was so fierce the woman on the other end actually pulled the phone away from her ear before responding.“You dare not yell at me, son,” his mother thundered back. Her voice was equally powerful—cold authority wrapped in years of experience. “How dare you assign a bodyguard for me without my knowledge?”“Huh?” Zayne snapped, pacing like a caged beast. “Do I look like a joke or a weakling to you?”The anger rolling off him felt electric—alive—like standing too close to a storm about to strike. Zayne wasn’t the type to simply be angry. He became the anger. A force. A threat. A hurricane in human form. And anyone unlucky enough to get caught in
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Chapter: Six Years Ago And Still Haunting Me Ah, I screamed out in ecstasy as another wave of pleasure surged through me, laid on a table right in the hotel room. Zayne Harrison, the famous CEO but a misogynist—a man whose cold hatred for women was so legendary that people whispered he was probably gay. But tonight… Tonight was different, because the same man who never looked twice at a woman was standing in the most famous hotel, ordering the most desirable stripper in the entire city. And now I was here, frozen, speechless, staring at his damn hot body like it was carved out of sin itself. Zayne had my hands pinned up against my head as he continuously slammed into my pussy. They liked it rough and wild. Who was I to complain? He had my legs tangled around his waist as I threw my head back in ecstasy, my eyes rolling straight to the back of my head as I felt my fourth wave of orgasm for the night. “Sir… sir… please…” My voice came out pleading. I wanted to rest. I wasn’t used to this long-hour rough sex. He pulled o
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