LOGINLilly was utterly confident that she knew every woman who had crossed paths with Victor over the past four years a privilege that had always been hers alone, one Gloria had never been granted. For reasons that baffled everyone, Victor had steadfastly refused to let Gloria work in his office, even when she'd offered her services multiple times. She possessed all the qualities of an exemplary secretary: sharp organizational skills, unflappable poise under pressure, and an intuitive grasp of his needs. But Victor had only scoffed at her overtures, dismissing her as a "dumb bitch" unfit for the intellectual demands of the role. "You're too busy crying and playing housewife," he'd sneered. "Secretary work requires real brainpower—something you squander on tears."Lilly had always taken immense pride in her position as Victor's private secretary, viewing herself as vastly superior to his frumpy wife in every way: smarter, sexier, more ambitious. Her competence had blossomed into something i
I just want to keep you company while you watch your movie. What's so wrong with that?" Priscilla pleaded, her voice a mix of feigned innocence and rising frustration. This would mark the very first time she'd perched on this bed the one Gloria had once claimed night after night, cuddling up beside Victor as they shared lazy evenings with popcorn and films. Lilly had always been relegated to stolen afternoons or hotel suites, never granted this intimate privilege. But now, with Gloria gone, she saw her opening.Victor's face darkened, his jaw clenching in barely contained anger. "I never gave you permission to 'accompany' me. Not here, not like this. Leave now before I completely lose my patience."Lilly gasped, her hand flying to her chest in theatrical shock. "How dare you! You've said things like that to me before playful, teasing and I loved it!""Well, this isn't playful," Victor shot back, his tone icy and final. "This is the new reality. Get used to it. Leave."Lilly froze,
Victor's limousine glided smoothly into the sprawling underground garage of the Anderson family mansion, its tires whispering against the pristine concrete floor. The chauffeur, a stoic man named Elias who had served the family for over fifteen years, hopped out with practiced efficiency and opened the rear door. Victor stepped out, nodding a brief thanks before making his way up the short flight of steps to the grand main entrance. The heavy oak doors, carved with intricate family crests, swung open effortlessly at his touch, revealing an interior that gleamed with obsessive perfection.Everything was squeaky clean, polished to a mirror shine—far beyond what he'd grown accustomed to. In recent weeks, Victor had hired a small army of additional maids, gardeners, and household staff to maintain the estate's impeccable standards. It had once been Gloria's domain, her personal passion project to keep the mansion in flawless condition. He had to admit, with a pang of reluctant admiration,
Victor arrived at the towering corporate headquarters of the Gray family empire precisely two hours after Lukas had departed. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the gleaming glass facade as he stepped out of his sleek black limousine, his mind swirling with a cocktail of guilt and unease. He pulled out his phone and quickly texted his trusted executive secretary: "Please don't leave the office yet. I need to check on something important." Deep down, he knew it was utterly wrong to harbor even a sliver of doubt toward his younger brother, Lukas. After all, Lukas had never once betrayed him, never shown the slightest ambition to seize control of the vast Gray family legacy. The two brothers had shared a bond forged in their tumultuous childhood, one that Vincent had always cherished."Though, if he truly desires his rightful share," Vincent mused to himself as the elevator hummed upward, "I would gladly divide all my businesses, properties, and inheritance with him equally.
Lukas sighed loudly and pulled out a thick file from inside his briefcase. He held it out toward the older secretary. "Look, it is just a few simple papers about the current project I am working on with my big brother Victor. There is no need for you to be so careful and guarded about it like this."Lukas handed over the full file of documents that needed the signature right into the secretary’s waiting hands. From what she could see, he looked a bit annoyed and frustrated, but not truly angry or out of control yet."Thank you very much, Mr. Lukas Anderson," she said politely as she took the documents from him. She sat down at her desk and started looking through every page carefully, skimming the key parts with sharp eyes.She had a few quiet suspicions in the back of her mind. This came mostly because seeing Lukas made her remember Mr. Peter Anderson from his early days long ago. She had worked closely with Mr. Peter as his real, trusted secretary for many years. She knew firsthan
Sir, if I remember right, you don't have any more meetings scheduled at the office tonight, do you?" the chauffeur asked carefully, glancing back."I'm thinking my little brother Lukas might still be there in my office. I want to catch him and have a quick talk about a few things. Stop asking so many questions and just drive," Victor ordered again, his voice sharp and no-nonsense.So, the chauffeur nodded quickly and turned the car around. They drove out through the main gate of the big Anderson Mansion and headed straight to Victor's main company office building downtown. Victor did not call Lukas ahead to warn him or let him know. He just wanted to show up by surprise to make sure about something on his mind. If he called first, he would feel a bit guilty deep down. Because... for some strange reason, Victor had started to wonder if Lukas ever thought about ruining the whole family one day.**Lukas arrived at the office building soon after Victor gave him the okay over the phone ea
How do can I hid this? Lukas can't know about this," he must never find out.” Gloria mumbled at the mirror. "If he knows my body problem, he'll think I'm annoying.""Maybe he'll kick me out. He won't want me as his worker. He's so unpredictable."It was just her guess. But Lukas got mad easily. She
It took Gloria almost four hours to finish her pot roast. She had to check the taste and make it look nice on the plate. She was scared Lukas would not eat it if it did not look good. Or start shouting at her the way he did earlier. She was being extremely careful.After setting the table, she went
I…I left the gas on.” Gloria said as she slipped out of Luka’s arm.He smiled, he knew she was lying but he let her go anyways, he was done teasing her.Lukas leaned back slightly, his gaze still fixed on Gloria as he spoke, his tone almost casual. “Tell me if you need help. I can cook a little.”T
Mmmhh... Ah!” Gloria jolted as Lukas latched onto the same spot on her neck, sucking hard like he was devouring a sweet, ripe mango. Her skin tingled, a mix of pain and pleasure making her gasp.He kept at it for a full thirty seconds, then pulled back with a satisfied click of his tongue. He admir







