LOGINAndrea paced back and forth, his phone pressed tightly to his ear while he remained sitting in the car parked in front of the mall. He knew he shouldn't have left Amira, but this wasn't something he could simply push aside.His voice instantly turned cold. "Where the fuck are they?""Boss, we... tried. Francis was too smart, and he ran away with them. But we caught two of his men," Rico answered from the other end of the line.Andrea’s grip tightened around the phone until the veins on the back of his hand were bulging. His eyes burned red with fury. He was not a man who tolerated betrayal or sabotage. He never took what belonged to others, no matter how valuable it was, yet Francis and his gang had dared to do it to him.He paused, reconsidering his options.He couldn't just leave for the location where they had captured the men. It would take too long, and he would likely return covered in blood.He let out a heavy sigh and said, "Tie them up. Torture them until they talk. If they s
Amira held the heavy black card between her fingers, her thumb tracing the sleek, cool metal and the embossed numbers that promised a terrifying amount of wealth. Howard stood a few paces away, holding two designer gowns—one in deep crimson silk and the other in midnight velvet—with a polite, expectant smile. But Amira’s mind wasn't on the dresses. It wasn't even on the absurd, unlimited line of credit sitting loosely in her palm.Her eyes drifted past the hanging racks and settled on a low glass display counter near the back of the VIP lounge. Nestled inside a velvet-lined box sat a custom silver pocket watch, its casing engraved with intricate, dark crests and fine, intertwined lettering that looked old, deliberate, and extraordinarily expensive."Is that... new?" Amira asked softly, pointing toward the glass.Howard followed her gaze, his stiff posture relaxing just a fraction. His smile softened into something far more genuine than his earlier customer-service mask. "Ah, no, Mrs.
“Their food is so expensive, but the taste is completely worth it,” Amira lightly chuckled, walking side by side with Andrea.The elevator chimed as it arrived at the 39th floor, opening into a grand reception area. A male staff member recognized Andrea immediately. A bright smile lit up his face as he stepped forward.“Mr. Martini, it’s an absolute pleasure to have you here. What can I get for you today?”The man shifted his gaze to Amira. His face paled for a split second before he forced the wide smile back onto his lips. “Mrs. Martini, welcome.”“Thank you,” Amira smiled, extending a hand.Andrea’s jaw clenched tightly at the interaction. His eyes burned daggers into the employee, who quickly pulled his hand away. Andrea cleared his throat, turning his icy glare toward the receptionist standing nervously behind the computer.“Mr. Martini, Mrs. Martini,” the young woman squeaked softly, beads of sweat forming on her forehead as she registered his flat expression.“Howard.” Andrea w
Soft jazz music played softly in the background, shifting the restaurant's atmosphere into something intimate and luxurious.Amira sat nervously opposite Andrea. Her cheeks were tinted a delicate red as she watched him glance through the leather-bound menu with precision in his hooded eyes."Ma'am, we would like to know what you would like to order," the waiter offered politely.Amira nodded and grabbed the second menu, scanning the options. Every single dish looked appetizing, but the prices were astronomical.Andrea waited, watching her bite her lower lip as she struggled to choose. The waiter stood nearby with a practiced, elegant smile, completely unbothered by serving someone so lavish."I think I'll try the Kobe beef... or maybe the bluefin tuna," she murmured, pressing a finger to her lips.Andrea watched her with a quiet, calculating look, the usual cold sharpness at the corners of his eyes softening just a fraction."I still can't decide. I'm sorry," she sighed, dropping the
Amira sat gracefully in front of the mirror, looking at every bit of the things the ladies had done to her. She felt like she was looking at an entirely different person. Her hair was styled in a beautiful way she had never styled it before. The diamonds on her neck and ears complemented her skin so well, and her dress—it was the one Andrea had personally picked for her to wear.“He must really have eyes for good things,” she whispered, inwardly adoring the lady staring back at her through the mirror. “That lady is you, Amira,” she whispered to herself, smiling softly. The ladies who had tended to her smiled in return, clearly pleased with their work.One of them rested a hand lightly on Amira’s shoulder. “Madam, this necklace suits your skin so well. You look so beautiful.”Amira couldn’t help but blush. Her cheeks reddened, her mind fogged, unsure how to respond to the compliment. Praise had always made her uncomfortable. A few minutes later, Kira entered, her eyes widening at the s
Claudia’s breath came out in a ragged laugh. “Fuck — that lady was scary,” she gasped, one hand pressed to her heart as if trying to steady the sudden tremor beneath her ribs. Her eyes darted along the driveway and up at the house; from a distance it looked almost ordinary, but up close the place had the faint, hollow air of somewhere slightly abandoned and somehow too grand all at once.Reagan clicked the car unlocked and slid into the driver’s seat. “Just sit,” he said, a crooked chuckle tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Unless you plan on sorting yourself out of this place.” There was a teasing lilt that didn’t match the warning in his eyes.She rolled hers with exaggerated annoyance as she tucked the bottle deeper into her bag. When she pushed the car door open and climbed in, she kept one hand at her chest and turned her gaze away, pretending distraction. Reagan watched her for a beat, amusement and something sharper flickering across his face, then started the engine.“If you
The classroom was alive with murmurs and muffled laughter, with some students leaning forward, phones in hand, documenting every moment."Fight! Fight!" screamed someone in the back, followed by the entire class chorus. Students from other classes arrived to observe what was going on, standing by t
Andrea sat in the office, his legs crossed, one hand holding a cigarette and the other a glass of wine, when the person he expected to meet stepped in with a smile on his face. "I expected you to waste my time, Justin." He rolled his eyes, his gaze still fixed on the spotless white wall. "Mr. Mar
Andrea yelled violently and kicked a man on the chest, knocking him to the ground. His eyes screamed wrath, snatching him from the floor and looked at him intently.The man was severely beaten, with blood all over his body, his eyes half open, and his lips twitching."Tell me who the fuck sent you
"How the fuck…?"The phone slid from her grasp, breaking on the floor. How was Andrea able to acquire access to her phone? How was this possible? Her nervousness increased, and her heart raced as she hurried around her room.For a while, she thought Andrea had no business pursuing her, and she had







