MasukTHE BILL'S GROUP OF COMPANY Julian sat behind his massive black desk, flipping through the documents in front of him with little interest. His tie hung loose around his neck, the top buttons of his shirt undone. The late afternoon light cut through the blinds, streaking his sharp jawline and cold gray eyes.He looked like a man carved out of control precise, cold, and hungry for more power.His company, Vincenzo Group, had been suffering ever since Cheng’s corporation took over the market. Stock value had dropped, contracts had been pulled, and clients he once owned had suddenly switched sides. Every headline, every whisper in the business world, seemed to chant the same thing Cheng is untouchable.Julian’s fingers tightened around the pen in his hand. “We’ll see how untouchable you are,” he muttered, his tone low, dangerous.Before he could reach for another file, the door burst open. Vivian Li stormed inside without knocking, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor.Jul
THE BILL'S GROUP OF COMPANY Julian sat behind his massive black desk, flipping through the documents in front of him with little interest. His tie hung loose around his neck, the top buttons of his shirt undone. The late afternoon light cut through the blinds, streaking his sharp jawline and cold gray eyes.He looked like a man carved out of control precise, cold, and hungry for more power.His company, Vincenzo Group, had been suffering ever since Cheng’s corporation took over the market. Stock value had dropped, contracts had been pulled, and clients he once owned had suddenly switched sides. Every headline, every whisper in the business world, seemed to chant the same thing Cheng is untouchable.Julian’s fingers tightened around the pen in his hand. “We’ll see how untouchable you are,” he muttered, his tone low, dangerous.Before he could reach for another file, the door burst open. Vivian Li stormed inside without knocking, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor.Jul
“You know what carino, i’d rather eat you,” Cheng muttered, his tone dark, unfiltered.“Well I'll eat my meal later.“ he muttered before beginning his dinner.They finished dinner in silence.The plates were half empty, the air still warm with quiet tension.Lian stood up, collecting the dishes out of habit. “I’ll clean up,” he said softly.But before he could take a single step, Cheng’s hand caught his wrist.“Leave it.”Lian blinked, surprised. “It’ll only take a minute—”Cheng stood, his voice low but firm. “I said leave it, carinò.”Lian frowned a little. “Why? It’ll look messy if—”Cheng’s tone cut through the air, slow and deep. “Because the maid will clear it in the morning. You don’t touch a damn thing, i paid the maids for this.”Lian hesitated, staring up at him. “You’re acting like I can’t clean a table.”“You can,” Cheng said, stepping closer. “But you won’t. Not tonight.”Lian’s brows furrowed slightly. “And why not?”A smirk curved at the corner of Cheng’s lips. “Because
FLORENCE UNIVERSITYLian walked to class beside Andy and Leila. The campus was loud, students talking about the chaos that broke out online overnight.Leila scrolled through her phone. “Amy and Luisa’s fathers just lost their companies, it really going down the drain. Cheng’s really crushed and dealth with them. It’s all over the news. Damn your husband is a knight in shining armour i wish my future husband will be like him.”Andy clicked his tongue. “That’s what happens when you mess with power, mess woth the wrong person. They are definitely getting their karma the hard way.”Lian said nothing. He kept walking, eyes forward, trying to ignore the looks people threw their way. The whole school had seen the headlines the scandals, the revenge, the fallouts.They were halfway up the stairs when a sudden noise made everyone turn.Two girls were kneeling in front of the lecture hall doors.Amy and Luisa.Their hair was mess, eyes swollen they looked unkempt. People stopped walking, phones
Mei lounged on the long, cream sofa in her parents’ mansion, one leg crossed neatly over the other. Morning sunlight streamed through the half-open blinds, cutting gold lines across her face. On the TV, Vivian’s downfall was plastered everywhere. The news anchors were practically tearing her apart.“Former actress Vivian Li has been dropped from several endorsement deals after internal investigations revealed breach of contract and manipulation during a major wedding scandal involving the Fu"s family…”Mei’s lips curved slowly. She sipped her drink not coffee, not tea, wine, at ten in the morning.“Finally,” she muttered under her breath. “That bitch got what she deserves.”She tilted her head, eyes glued to the screen, studying the way Vivian’s picture flashed beside Roberto’s name. Even after everything, the media still paired them together in headlines. That alone made her blood simmer.“You liked him, didn’t you, Vivian?” she whispered to the TV. “You always had a thing for my hus
……………..THE FU'S GROUP OF COMPANY……The city stretched far outside the tall glass window. The office was big, quiet, and cold just the way he liked it. A dark desk stood in the middle, neat and clean, with only files, a glass of whiskey, and his phone on it.Cheng leaned back in his chair, his black shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest, his tie hanging loose around his neck. His sleeves were rolled up, showing strong forearms and the veins that flexed when he tapped the desk with his finger.He looked like a man born to command dangerous, calm, and ready to destroy anyone who crossed him.A knock came at the door.“Come in,” he said, his voice deep, lazy, but with an edge that made people nervous.His assistant, Marco, entered with a folder in hand. “Sir, the investigation report from the wedding… it’s here.”Cheng’s jaw tightened slightly. He stretched his arm and took the file. “Finally,” he muttered.Marco stood still as Cheng opened the folder. His eyes scanned the papers every







