MasukShare
Prologue
Tanggal publikasi:
2025-11-19 12:56:41Hi, lovely readers!
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.
Bab terbaru
A BILLIONAIRE’S EXCEPTION Chapter 111
I didn’t realize how much time had passed until the afternoon sunlight began to soften through the tall windows of the Thompson mansion. After lunch, I had expected Ezekiel to bring me back to my condo immediately. That had been my assumption from the beginning. But the moment his mother gently held my hand and invited me to stay a little longer, I found myself unable to refuse. “Come with me, dear,” Mrs. Thompson said warmly. “There’s something I want to show you.” Her smile was gentle, the kind that carried an unspoken kindness behind it. For a moment, I glanced at Ezekiel, unsure if I should follow her. He simply nodded once. “Go ahead,” he said. So I did. Mrs. Thompson led me toward a cozy sitting room on the second floor of the mansion. Compared to the grand living room downstairs, this space felt far more personal. The room was filled with warm tones, soft couches, and shelves lined with books and framed photographs. It felt lived in. Comfortable. Like a plac
A BILLIONAIRE’S EXCEPTION Chapter 110
AMETHYST POV Sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, painting the condo in soft gold. I stretched slowly, still feeling the lingering weight of change, a reminder that life had shifted in ways I was only beginning to understand. Ezekiel sat on the edge of the bed, phone in hand, but even without looking, I could feel his gaze. Steady. Unyielding. Protective. A silent promise I couldn’t ignore. “Good morning,” he said. “Morning,” I replied, my voice rough from sleep. My stomach churned faintly, but I ignored it. “You slept well?” His tone was a careful mix of concern and command the balance that always left me disarmed. “Yeah…" fine,” I murmured. “You’re going to the check-up today,” he stated, not asked, not suggested. Just… stated like it was fact. I paused, then nodded. “Okay.” His eyes softened slightly, approval shining through ever so faintly. “I’ll drive. Dress comfortably. Focus on yourself. Don’t worry about anything else.” I didn’t argue. I didn’t re
A BILLIONAIRE’S EXCEPTION Chapter 109
AMETHYST POV I could still feel him there. Even though I had tried everything to push him out, to get him to leave, Ezekiel Thompson refused. I didn’t want him here. Not like this. Not when I was tired, sick, and trying to think straight about the life growing inside me. Yet there he was. Sitting on the edge of my bed like he owned the space, his eyes fixed on me with that infuriating intensity that made my stomach flutter in ways I hated admitting. I wrapped the towel tighter around myself, pacing the small bedroom like that would make him go away. “Amethyst…” he called, calm, patient, even gentle. But there was a firmness underneath that made my chest tighten. I spun around. “Why are you still here?” I demanded, though my voice cracked slightly. He raised an eyebrow. “Because I said I’m sleeping here. I want to make sure you’re okay. And our child.” I blinked. My heart skipped a beat, but anger quickly pushed the feeling down. “You’re crazy,” I muttered, trying to sound co
A BILLIONAIRE’S EXCEPTION Chapter 108
EZEKIEL POV Amethyst was furious. I could see it clearly in the way her shoulders stiffened and the way she glared at me after I finished the call with her manager. For several seconds, she didn’t say anything. She simply stared at me as if she was trying to decide whether to throw something at my head. “You had no right to do that,” she said finally. Her voice was quiet, but the anger beneath it was unmistakable. I remained calm. “Your manager understands the situation.” “You didn’t even explain the situation!” “I told him you needed time to rest.” “That’s not the point.” “It is the point.” Her hands clenched at her sides. “You went behind my back.” “I protected you.” “I didn’t ask for protection.” “You don’t have to ask.” Her breathing grew heavier, and I knew she was reaching the end of her patience. “Unbelievable,” she muttered. Then suddenly she turned away from me. Without another word, she walked quickly toward the bathroom. The door slammed shut behind he
A BILLIONAIRE’S EXCEPTION Chapter 107
EZEKIEL POV I didn’t know what I was supposed to feel. That was the first thought that echoed in my mind after Amethyst admitted the truth. I’m pregnant. Those two words kept replaying over and over again in my head like a broken record. Pregnant. With my child. I had faced boardroom battles worth billions. I had handled hostile negotiations, corporate takeovers, and international crises without hesitation. But this? This was something else entirely. Because nothing in my life had ever prepared me for the moment someone would look me in the eye and calmly say they were carrying my child. And the worst part? She had planned to keep it from me. I stared at her across the living room, trying to process everything. Amethyst stood near the couch, arms folded across her chest in that familiar defensive posture she always used whenever she felt cornered. Her chin was lifted slightly. Her eyes stubborn. That same expression that had driven me crazy from the
A BILLIONAIRE’S EXCEPTION Chapter 106
AMETHYST POV The silence inside my condo felt heavier than the walls themselves. Ezekiel was still standing near the living room, his tall figure almost dominating the entire space. His sharp gaze remained fixed on me, studying every small movement as if he could peel away every lie I tried to hide. I wiped my mouth with a tissue, my hands trembling slightly. This was exactly what I had been trying to avoid. For days I had carefully hidden the truth. I had convinced myself that if I stayed quiet, if I kept the secret locked inside my chest, then nothing would change. But Ezekiel Thompson was not a man who easily ignored something that bothered him. And right now, he was clearly bothered. “You’re not telling me something.” His voice was calm, but there was a firmness beneath it that made my stomach twist. I forced a small breath through my lips. “I told you already,” I replied quietly. “I’m just sick.” But the moment the words left my mouth, I knew he didn’t bel
Anda juga akan menyukai
Sweet Seduction (Tagalog)
QueenVie445.8K DibacaCarrying the child of a CEO
B.NICOLAY/Ms.Ash3.1M DibacaHis Divorced Wife Is A Secret Spoiled Millionaire
Purplexxen397.7K DibacaMarried a Secret Billionaire
Breaking Wave1.2M DibacaThe Great Pretender
Loominade100 DibacaSipsipin Mo Mr. Billionaire
nerdy_ugly6.1K DibacaTHE VIRGIN HUNTER
KYLIEROSE4.4K DibacaCLIFFORD HAN, The Possessive CEO
Hiraya ZR8.1K Dibaca
