LOGINNo one has ever seen the mysterious heiress of the McKenzie empire, but everyone knows her name—Bianca McKenzie, the girl with power, wealth... and secrets. Craving a normal life beyond her last name, Bianca disguises herself as a man—Brian—to land a job in a company where women aren’t welcome. Hired by the cold yet devastatingly handsome CEO Justin Miller, Bianca is determined to hide her true identity, no matter the cost. But neither of them is prepared for the emotional collision that follows. What begins as friction turns into fragile friendship, then spirals into forbidden desire. One drunken night ignites a passion that changes everything. But when the truth is exposed, Justin feels betrayed and casts her away. He never meant the words. She never forgot them. Five years later, she returns—no longer hidden, no longer Brian, but as the stunning, untouchable heiress now set to inherit her grandfather’s kingdom. And she’s not alone… she carries a secret that could shatter everything. Now, with the media circling, a jealous ex on the warpath, and the man who once broke her heart trying to fight for her again, Bianca must decide: Will she protect her heart, or let the man who once destroyed it be the one to mend it?
View MoreIt started like every other night — laughter, drinks, and stories that made us who we are. But it never felt this right before.
Me, staring at the man I've come to love, wishing he knew me for me and not the lies I made him believe. His laughter, the way it echoed in the room, and how my heart responded was a completely different thing. The peaceful look on his face and how casually he talked when not being stressed or confusion made my heart swell. Can this ever happen? Us? I doubt! it has always been in my heart and having it happen in reality will be a complete miracle. Yes, a miracle. I was pulled out of my heavy thoughts by his call. "Are you okay? Brian?" His eyes, the concern it held as he stared deeper into my soul left me weak to my knees. I nodded with a smile that only he could give me, "yes" I glanced at the file on the table, "it's indeed amazing how far you've come, congratulations, sir!" Today, he just struck another deal with the Hilton's Empire, the second largest to the MCKENZIE'S and it was indeed a big achievement. I've watched him grow, I've watched him forget himself in his attempt to please his family. Love? That's very far from him, happiness? I guess the devil snatched that away the moment he was asked to date a girl be never like. Friend? I've become the only one he can call a friend and I feel so broken, betrayed by my love for him knowing he trusted me but I ended up falling for him. "No... congratulations to Us, we did it together" he reached for my hand and grabbed it, " I don't know what I would have done if it wasn't for you, thank you, Brian" every sound that left his mouth made my heart flutter, but the sound of him calling me name that wasn't mine shattered all the small hopes I had. I forced a smile, "you shouldn't thank me" I pulled my hand away not wanting to let the idea of us linger more than they already do, "I'm your PA, it is my duty and responsibility to help you grow" I chuckled, "after all, I got paid for it" I joked and he laughed. "Indeed you get paid for it, but still, you put in a lot of effort for us to achieve this, so thank you " He stood up, grabbed the file on the table and said, "Common, we have to celebrate this...a day off for me and you" he turned and walked out of the room. I sat there, still in a daze. Seconds turned to minutes, only then did I move. I went out, got into the car and we kicked off. ********* *At the club* It was a celebration, a success celebration. But when you are stuck with your feelings for your boss and knowing you can't tell him exactly how you feel, all you have to do is drink and laugh along, pretending to be happy and okay. We both drank, danced and beat ourselves to whatever tension was between us until we were both knocked out, not completely but enough to roll at the comma of alcohol. "Let's go, it's getting late" I tried to stand but ended up falling. The room was swaying and everyone in it. "Right!" Justin forced himself up, and was about to leave when he saw me on the couch, helpless. "Gosh, you are so wasted" He helped me up and supported me as we walked outside. Indeed, it was late. We both were drunk, too drunk to drive and it will be risky for us to leave. We booked a hotel. There were supposed to be two rooms but only one room was available, unfortunately. In our mindless state, Justin walked me to the bed and dropped me, his legs and body failed him and he fell on me. And that was how it started, that was how I knew it can't be over so soon. I tried to push him off but his weight was too much. His face was just an inch away from mine and I trembled at his hot breath on my skin. Then, he did the unthinkable. He kissed me, like he's been wanting to do it all along. I wanted to push him away, but I wanted him. I've imagined this moment for far too long that I couldn't give it all up now. I kissed him back, my fingers worked their way through his hair as I pulled him closer, wanting more. If it's just in my head, or a dream caused by my longing and the effect of alcohol on me, then, I'll choose to live in it and enjoy it. The night was long, heated and raw. A night I will leave to remember, a memory that I'll forever savor. It was beautiful, but fleeting. It vanished with the night and the morning came with pain I had expected but was never prepared. He saw it, he saw through my secret and now, he knows me and all the lies I told him, and the truth clearly evident before him, I knew it would tear us apart.He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, breathing in the sweet scent of her shampoo—something fruity and childish, like strawberries and sunshine.Kiara nodded against his chest, and Justin could feel the small movement—could feel her body slowly relaxing, the tension draining out of her little shoulders. She believed him. She felt the sincerity in his words, the genuineness in his tone. Children always knew. They could always tell when an adult meant what they said.And in that moment, Justin realized something else. Kiara's fear—her desperate need for reassurance, her anxiety about being abandoned—wasn't just about today. It was about the hospital. It was about the day he had promised to help her talk to her momma and then walked away with Mrs. Miller. He had bailed on her. He had broken his word. And even though she had forgiven him, even though she had welcomed him back with open arms, the little girl found it hard to believe him now. Every promise came with a shadow of doubt. E
Bianca and Kiara walked out of the school hall, swallowed almost immediately by the sea of chattering parents and excited children that flooded the corridor. The annual midterm celebration had drawn a massive crowd—mothers in elegant dresses, fathers in crisp shirts, grandparents clutching cameras, and children everywhere, bouncing with uncontainable energy. Some families huddled together for photographs, posing in front of colorful banners and balloon arches. Others stood in small clusters, chatting heartily about grades and summer plans and whose child had won which award. The air was thick with perfume, laughter, and the distinct electric hum of anticipation.Bianca kept one hand on Kiara's shoulder, guiding her through the crowd, while her other hand clutched her small purse. Her eyes scanned the hallway every few seconds, unconsciously searching for a familiar face—then catching herself, looking away, forcing herself to stop. She wasn't supposed to be looking for him. She wasn't
"Here's your ice cream, Mister!" she announced proudly. She opened her small backpack—a glittery purple thing covered in cartoon unicorns—and pulled out a small bowl with exaggerated care. It was vanilla, topped with rainbow sprinkles and a single pink gummy bear. "I picked the best one for you. Because you're my favorite."Justin's heart clenched painfully. He took the bowl from her small hands, his fingers brushing against hers, and felt an overwhelming rush of emotion he couldn't name. "Thank you, sweetheart," he said, his voice rougher than he intended.After handing it to him, Kiara carried the remaining bowls—two more—to Bianca's desk. With considerable effort, she climbed onto the chair, then onto the desk itself, arranging herself like a queen holding court. "This one is for Momma," she said, pushing one bowl toward Bianca, "and this one is for me. See? I got us all the same kind so nobody feels sad."Bianca glanced at Monica, who stood by the door with an apologetic shrug. He
Of all the things Bianca was expecting in her life—late nights at the office, temper tantrums from Kiara, awkward family dinners with Grandpa Josh, maybe even an unexpected merger or a hostile takeover attempt—Justin meeting Kiara was the absolute last of them. It wasn't even on the radar. It wasn't in the realm of possibility. And yet, here she was, watching the impossible unfold right before her very eyes.How did they meet? When?From the look of things, they had met a couple of times already. The easy familiarity between them was undeniable—the way Kiara leaned into him without hesitation, the way Justin knew exactly how to hold her, how to make her laugh. Or perhaps it wasn't multiple meetings at all. Perhaps it was something deeper, something inexplicable. Could it be the special bond between them—the invisible thread of blood and DNA—that had drawn them together across a crowded hospital corridor, across a busy corporate building? Did fate have a sick sense of humor, or was it
By the time I was done and all dressed up, Justin had already prepared dinner for us. The sight made me smile, for some inexplicable reason. To think that I got to eat healthy and he was the one making sure I actually did—it was oddly comforting.I wasted no time and scrambled into the seat at the
I quickly moved, standing right in front as though my body could shield it, desperately trying to block his view, preventing him from seeing any further. My lips were at the mercy of my teeth, caught and stuck, betraying the nervousness that burned in me.“Don’t… don’t look!” I half-shouted, my voi
I don't know how long I spent inside, lost in my thoughts, but when I finally stepped back into the room, Arian was gone. The sudden emptiness made the silence feel heavier than before, pressing against my chest in a way that made my heart flutter nervously.Justin was leaning back on his seat, his
Justin served the steaming porridge in the small dining section of the room. The soft aroma curled in the air, teasing my empty stomach. I went ahead and sat down, folding my hands in my lap as I waited. He moved with quiet precision in the kitchen, finishing up whatever last touches he had in mind






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