MasukHe built an empire no one could shake… until she walked in and shattered his control. Alexander Thompson is a billionaire CEO, feared for his cold heart and iron discipline. No one challenges him. No one defies him. No one says no. Until Jasmine Ramirez. She’s simple. Honest. Unimpressed. And completely immune to his charm, his power, and his intimidation. “Ms. Ramirez, I’m used to being obeyed.” “Then you’ve never met a woman like me, Mr. Thompson.” For the first time, someone dares to push back. Someone he can’t intimidate. Someone he can’t forget. The more he tries to keep his distance, the more dangerously he falls. She is his distraction. His weakness. The one woman he can’t afford… yet can’t resist.
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Welcome to a world where power is precision, control is a weapon, And one unexpected woman dares to challenge it. This isn’t a story about a prince saving a damsel. It’s about a man who built his empire with ruthless logic until a woman walked in, unapologetically real, and proved that control is nothing but an illusion. Meet Alexander Thompson cold, untouchable, a man who bows to no one. Jasmine Ramirez is strong-willed, intelligent, fearless, and not here to follow anyone’s rules. Their worlds were never meant to collide. But fate has always loved chaos. Prepare for power plays, razor-sharp banter, and a slow-burning tension that will test pride, passion, and every wall they’ve both built. Thank you for reading! And remember: in this story, the one who loses control… might be the only one who finally learns what it means to live. With love, Anne Author PROLOGUE Control is everything… until someone shatters it. Alexander Thompson lived by rhythm. Order. Discipline. Like the clock on his wrist, every decision was precise, calculated, and unquestioned. 6:00 AM Private estate in Silang, Cavite wide, quiet, high-fenced. He was already in the gym. Classical music humming. Breathing steady. Mind sharp. Control. Mind. Body. All aligned. 7:00 AM On the veranda of his minimalist glass mansion, his butler handed him coffee. He scanned three reports: real estate performance summary, financial growth report, and a feasibility update for their Palawan hotel group. No small talk. No unnecessary noise. 9:00 AM Boardroom of Alzaro Tower, Makati. His kingdom. Skyscrapers paint the skyline, subordinates arranged in perfect order, silence feeding his power. Then something cracked. “Sir,” his executive assistant Arra said softly, “may walk-in applicant po. Ayaw pong umalis. Nakikipagbangayan raw sa guard. Ayaw ding mag-fill out ng form. Gusto raw po kayong makausap mismo.” He didn’t blink. He’d seen this pattern too many times suppliers looking for shortcuts, socialites looking for rich husbands, influencers wanting “collabs.” “Palayasin,” he commanded coldly. But before Arra could react, a voice sliced through the silence. “Palayasin? I’m not causing trouble. And I’m not begging. I’m applying properly.” Alexander slowly lifted his gaze. A woman. White blouse. Jeans. Rumpled clothes. A folder her résumé. No makeup. No luxury bag. But her stance? Firm. Her eyes? Unflinching. Most importantly She wasn’t afraid of him. “Miss?” he said. “Jasmine Ramirez,” she replied, meeting his gaze straight on, as if he were just an HR officer not the CEO of the entire empire. The HR staff near the door froze, watching like it was a movie scene. Alexander simply stared at her, studying the anomaly. “Ms. Ramirez,” he said coolly, “this is not a place for disruption. If you cannot follow the procedure, you may leave.” “I’m not here to disrupt anything, Mr. Thompson,” Jasmine said. “But your security shouldn’t treat me like dirt just because I’m not wearing branded clothes.” His jaw tightened. The audacity. “The recruitment process is clear. Forms. Schedule. Rules. If you cannot comply—” “Then maybe put a sign outside: ‘For corporate aesthetics only.’ Para hindi na ako nag-aksaya ng oras.” There it was. That attitude. He leaned back, assessing her like a glitch in his flawless system. Everyone who entered his boardroom bent. Everyone obeyed. Except her. “Do you always talk to people this way?” he asked cold, but undeniably curious. “Depends. If I’m respected, I return the same.” He stood. He wasn’t sure why But he felt pushed to confront her, to look her eye to eye. Silence stretched. Then he spoke. “Return to the beginning. Fill out the form. Follow the rules. And we’ll see if your résumé is worth reading.” Jasmine nodded. But before leaving, she said: “You know, Mr. Thompson… there are things more important than money and power. Like respect.” And she walked out. No fear. No apology. Not like anyone else. The next day. The HR floor was unusually quiet everyone was secretly watching. She returned. Neater. Hair tied. Form completed. She sat politely. No arguments. No confrontations. But when her folder landed on Alexander’s desk, something shifted inside him. Not annoyance. Not fear. Disruption. He opened the résumé. BA in Development Studies Magna Cum Laude University of the Philippines Manila Five years of NGO experience Specialization: grassroots education, poverty alleviation, social innovation Position applied for: Head of Corporate Social Responsibility, Thompson Global He let out a short, ironic laugh. A woman who seemed indifferent to power… wanted to lead a department built on conscience. “She doesn’t belong here,” he thought. But another whisper followed Exactly why she’s dangerous. That night, in his Makati penthouse wine untouched, city lights glowing Her voice replayed in his mind. Her eyes. Her defiance. Her refusal to bend. And the truth he couldn’t escape: She cracked his routine. She disrupted the pattern. She disrespected the system And he could not stop thinking about her. Before sleep claimed him, one promise formed. If she returns… I’ll make sure she regrets challenging me. Or worse I’ll regret letting her in.Jasmine’s POV Hindi bago sa akin ang espasyong ganito. Penthouse. Tahimik. Mataas. Kontrolado. Ilang beses na akong nandito kasama siya. Pero ngayong gabi, iba. Hindi dahil may bago kaming mararamdaman. Kundi dahil may pwedeng mabago. Nakasara na ang pinto sa likod namin. Alam ko ang tunog na iyon. Ilang beses ko na ring narinig minsan may halong pagnanasa, minsan may halong galit, minsan simpleng pagod lang sa mundo. Ngayon, may halong pag-iingat. Inilapag ko ang bag ko sa mesa, hinubad ang heels ko nang walang seremonya. Hindi na kailangan ng pagpapanggap sa pagitan namin. Kung may isang bagay na hindi naging problema kailanman, iyon ay ang pagiging totoo sa presensya ng isa’t isa. Nararamdaman ko ang tingin ni Alexander kahit hindi siya nagsasalita. Hindi iyon pagsusuri. Hindi rin pag-angkin. Mas parang… pagbabantay. “May iniisip ka,” sabi niya sa likod ko. Hindi tanong. Obserbasyon. “Palagi,” sagot ko habang naglalakad papunta sa couch. Umupo ako, diretso ang liko
Alexander’s POV The penthouse felt different at night. Not quieter heavier. The kind of silence that didn’t come from emptiness, but from too many things being held back at once. Jasmine stood near the window, shoes already off, her jacket draped over the back of a chair like she hadn’t decided yet whether this was a pause or a stay. The city stretched beneath her in glass and light, unaware that inside this room, two people were choosing control instead of collapse. I locked the door behind us. Not to trap her. To draw a boundary against the world. She glanced at the sound but said nothing. Her reflection hovered in the glass strong posture, shoulders squared, but her fingers fidgeted slightly at her side. A tell she probably didn’t realize she had. “You can take the bedroom,” I said evenly. “I’ll stay out here.” She turned. “You don’t have to.” “I know.” The space between us held. This wasn’t about temptation. It was about respect. She walked farther into the pentho
Jasmine’s POVThe drive home was quiet.Not the awkward kind of silence that begs to be filled, but the heavy kind the kind that presses against your chest because there’s too much to say and nowhere safe to put it yet. The city lights passed by in a steady rhythm, reflections blurring across the window beside me. I watched my own face flicker back at me.I looked calm.Inside, I was anything but.Alexander sat beside me, hands steady on the wheel, posture straight, movements controlled. Even his breathing felt deliberate. This was how he looked when he was thinking, weighing decisions he didn’t want to voice out loud yet. And somehow, that unsettled me more than words ever could. I could feel his mind working calculating, measuring but not in the way it usually did. Not against me, but with me.“Are you planning on saying anything?” he asked eventually, eyes still fixed on the road.I smiled faintly, though the corners of my mouth betrayed the tension I felt. “I’m gathering courage.
Alexander’s POV I felt it the second her grip tightened around my hand. Not fear. No doubt. She didn’t pull away, but she didn’t lean into me either. She stayed somewhere in between a place I knew too well. I’d lived there most of my life, always calculating, reading the room, never giving away a weakness someone could use. Every gesture, every glance, every subtle inflection of tone had been a tool I learned to read before I even realized I was learning it. And yet here was Jasmine, standing in that same space, unintentional, unaware, and completely unafraid. I couldn’t help the flicker of respect that ran through me. We walked toward the car in silence, the city filling the space where words should have been. Streetlights flickered, cars hummed past, and distant voices carried from corners I couldn’t see. I opened the car door for her, my hand lingering on the handle longer than usual, but she didn’t get in right away. She stared down the street, arms loosely crossed, like s






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