From Nanny To Lady

"Sir, you can't let your ex-wife win. Please don't die first!!!""You think so?"The tangled, straight hair that covered his handsome face was pushed back. Arthur Moric rose after my hand gave him a firm tug. Oh my God, I couldn't believe those fingers were capable of knocking that muscular man off the edge of the ship. Fear always exerts a power beyond human reason. But I ended up completely stunned.Arthur squirmed, his arms locking me in. His sharp eyes, sharp jaw, and the pungent scent of expensive musk perfume made me hear my own heartbeat. Reality hit me hard, slamming me back into the real world. Who was I? Who was I to shout at and point fingers at my own master?Especially while wearing a knee-length, puffy dress that wasn't even a real dress. It was just a children's entertainer costume."So-sorry, sir." Before my gaze could fall, Arthur pinched my chin. A deceptive kind of compulsion. Of course, this was a blessing in disguise. His hazel pupils resembled eternal twilight. H

Wait. So that means not just watching, but we are actually gonna do it. Wow, I checked my heartbeat; it was erratic. I felt ashamed of myself for being so excited and ready to explode.Arthur raised a gentle hand. The media understood, but they had to back off and reduce the intense shots."Thank you all for your attention. I've gathered the media to introduce my wife, Nina Amora."Arthur held out his hand without a smile, staring intently at each camera. It seemed Arthur was determined to dispel any impression of friendliness, letting the public know he was disturbed by all the news."That's right. Previously, I was determined to protect my family's privacy. However, I've always been open to my wife's input and wishes. The rumors and gossip won't stop until we stop them," Arthur asserted."Why is it necessary to participate in academy training?" one of the reporters, who looked petite and the youngest, asked again.The moment the corners of Arthur's lips tugged at each side, revealin

"No cheap woman can get in here," Arthur clenching his jaw, "except those who look for back roads."I knew something was wrong when everything was going too smoothly. I don't know when the door to Euphorotica's main hall opened, letting in the arrogant, witch-like woman, who came over just to taunt me on the opening day of the academy exam period.Is it because it's always grand? I mean, so grand that the difference is noticeable. The crystal chandelier sparkled like a sea of ​​glass above our heads. The marble floor reflected the witch's steps. Her stride was steady, her dress ivory, too symbolic a color for an academy opening.Theresa appeared confident, her fingers draping her long, wavy hair over her shoulder. Her slight smile was sharp like a newly sharpened knife. She didn't look like someone who had arrived uninvited. She looked like someone returning to a place she felt still belonged to her.I stood beside Arthur, who had just set me down. A slight squeeze still gripped the s

"Arthur isn't the type to play around with or even interact with another human being! But why? Why did he let that girl into his life? Why? Why did he enjoy this game with that strange girl?"Walking along the mansion corridor until she finally entered her room, Theresa clenched her fists and gulped. Jack kept a safe distance until he finally had a chance to speak. When else but when Theresa was sitting on the edge of the bed, catching her breath. "Hm… so you don't know the reason either. Calm down, Miss. He probably just wanted to make you hot," said Jack. "I doubt it. He must have thought it better to get rid of me than to put me through this. He never cared about my feelings from the start," Theresa argued. "Do you want proof?" Theresa looked up, staring intently at Jack. "How?"A breather between a series of games demanding immaculate role-playing, strategy, and lies, mornings on this island feel like paintings deliberately created to deceive people into believing that life ca

The white lights in the giant, high-ceilinged concrete room slowly dimmed, replaced by a thin red glow reflecting off the glass walls. From four corners, a maze model slowly rotated, revealing narrow pathways and constantly flickering points of light.The Blind Maze was never designed to be simply a physical obstacle course. It's a living machine that reads human movement, body heat, and hesitation. The structure resembles a giant network of blood vessels. The walls are made of opaque polymer-coated glass that can turn transparent or dark in a split second. The floor is matte metal, absorbing light reflections so the human eye can't guess the laser's direction.Each corridor has a different temperature. Some are cold like a freezer, others warm and humid. That's no coincidence. Temperature sensors read heart rate and skin response, then adjust the difficulty level accordingly. This maze doesn't wait for mistakes. It creates them."Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the Blind Maze." The