MasukWarren's brow drew together, the calm expression on his face cracking."What?" he asked.Cassie laughed softly, touching his desk. "Your mother didn't tell you?"Warren's eyes narrowed as he stared at her. Getting married? did his grandma and mum think his life was a game they could pass around? His eyes hardened as his fingers tightened around the edge of the desk. Slowly, he got up from his seat.Cassie noticed him standing, and her smile vanished. She rose to her feet too. "Warren, what's wrong?" she asked worriedly.Without a word, Warren headed for the door and walked out, leaving Cassie standing alone and confused.wasn't he supposed to be happy? she thought.Warren pushed open the door to his mother's room and walked in. She was on the phone, laughing."Of course, the Italian jewel is still intact and..." Her cheerful voice stopped when she saw him. "I'll speak to you later," she said quickly, and ended the call.She turned to him, her brows shooting up in surprise. Warren too
The room fell silent. For a moment, no one moved. Mr. Wilson stared at Morgan as if he couldn't believe what he'd just heard."Shayla?" Alice asked, breaking the silence.Morgan shrugged. "Why not?""Shayla can't marry into the Harts, family princess. You are the perfect one," Alice muttered quietly, her eyes darting between her husband and Morgan.Morgan let out a chuckle. "Okay, I'm the perfect one to take care of a blind, crippled man? Cut me some slack, Mum," she said flatly."I won't spend all my youth watching over a liability," she added, crossing her arms with a defiant look on her face.Alice gave Mr. Wilson a quick glance before leaning closer to Morgan. She unwrapped Morgan's crossed arms and held them in hers, giving her a pleading look."The contract was sent for you, Morgan. Giving Shayla your place might cause repercussions," she said sweetly.Morgan leaned back against the sofa, completely unfazed."You said the Harts are offering thirty million dollars and a partnersh
The words hung in the air longer than they should have. Warren didn't move. His hands stayed still against the arm of the chair, eyes fixed on his grandmother like he hadn't heard her correctly."You sent it already," he said quietly, his fingers curling slightly against the arm of the chair.Grandma glanced at him, her brows lifting slightly. "It's for the best, Warren," she said softly."Terminate the contract, Grandma. You don't just expect me to wake up one morning and find out you've sent a marriage contract to someone I barely know, without my consent.""Unfortunately, Warren, the contract can't be terminated. The Wilsons have probably already received it," Grandma replied softly, but it landed hard.Warren's eyes darkened. "You overstepped, Grandma," he said, voice low but steady.For years, he had built his life around control — every decision, every deal, every movement calculated. And now something this large had been set in motion behind his back. If he'd known this was the
The morning sun seeped in through the curtains, casting a warm glow across Shayla's face as she slept soundly. She hummed softly and snuggled closer to Tega, who was curled up beside her.Suddenly, a hard bang on the door jolted her awake. She sat up, blinking against the light, her mind still thick with sleep. She wondered who was banging so hard on her door this morning. Her drowsy eyes threatened to close again, but another bang followed, harder this time. Tega lifted his head, ears twitching, but didn't bother getting up.Shayla dragged herself out of bed and went to the door, pulling it open. Her gaze met Morgan's. Before she could even get a word out, Morgan pushed past her and walked straight into the room, eyes sweeping over everything until they landed on the vanity table with loose sheets of paper scattered across it.Shayla simply stared at her as she crossed the room and picked one up, then another, flipping through them, her eyes glistening with joy."Now this," Morgan sa
A black SUV 2026 model rolled to a stop in the mansion garage. Warren stepped down from the car, shutting the door behind him. with careful steps, he made his way into the building.He entered the mansion, loosening his cuff as the door closed behind him. The large living room was quiet except for the low murmur of voices two women sat on the couch, one in her early twenties, the other in her mid-fifties. His mother, elegant as always, held a cup of tea. Beside her sat Cassie, young, well dressed, and clearly comfortable in the house. Soft laughter drifted through the room.Warren made for the stairs, intending not to disturb them, but things had a way of turning back against him. Before he could set a foot on the first step, both women looked up, their attention shifting to him. He muttered a curse under his breath."Warren, dear!" his mother said warmly, a smile spreading across her face."Warren! You're back! Great!" Cassie said cheerily, standing and walking toward him, a smile li
The office didn’t look like an office. It screamed power and luxury. Floor to ceiling glass walls overlooked the city. A single slab of black Italian marble desk sat in the center, so polished it reflected the lights. No clutter. No paper. Just a MacBook Pro, a black pen and a laptop. Behind it, a black leather chair faced the window. A man sat there, suit jacket draped over the back of the chair, white shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing the silver Rolex watch and the veins on his forearms. His eyes stayed glued to the laptop across from him on the desk as his fingers made soft clicks on the keyboard. A knock came. He didn’t look up when the door opened and his bodyguard walked in, shutting the door after him. “Sir, Elder Master of Blackgroup wants your attention. I told him you didn’t wish to see anybody, but he insists on meeting you.” His fingers stopped moving. Then he slowly looked up. “Let him in,” he said flatly before returning his attention to the lap







