Revenge Business

I sighed once more as I looked at my reflection in the full-length mirror. I was wearing a tiny black skirt that barely covered my backside and an equally small top that left my breasts almost exposed.The sound of the door opening caught my attention. Obviously, it was Masato.He stared at me for a few seconds, analyzing my body, which made me blush deeply. Then he asked:“What do you think of the outfit?”“It’s too small,” I complained, trying in vain to cover the exposed skin.A laugh rumbled from the businessman’s throat.“You usually wear much less in your secret job, young lady.”“That’s different. I’m always wearing a mask during those times… And you know very well that the Lady of the Night isn’t me.”“Sure, sure,” Masato mocked. “Still sticking to that silly alter-ego story?”“It’s not a silly story.”“Anyway, I stopped by to let you know that your first test is about to start.”“What do I have to do?”There was lust and cruelty in the powerful billionaire’s eyes as he clarif

The billionaire's apartment wasn't just chic; it had an air of authority and grandeur that reflected its owner. Dressing more casually, but still exuding charm, Masato led me into the living room.I was wearing a translucent blue dress that was more restrained than the rest of the clothes the businessman had forced me to wear. Feeling nervous, I sat down at the beautiful glass table. Masato poured us both two glasses of white wine and then sat down too."You were fabulous. I expected nothing less from you."I felt my cheeks heat up."Thank you.""You're doing very well. Keep playing your part and he'll fall right into your trap.""Your trap, you mean.""No," disagreed Masato, taking a sip of his wine. "You are the one who will seduce him and make a fool of him in front of everyone.""But I'm doing it because I'm following your plan."Masato laughed softly, the laughter echoing through the elegant room. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table and watching me with intense eye

"Here."I held the warm cup that Masato had offered me, but I couldn’t bring myself to look him in the eyes as I muttered a quiet thank you. We were in my apartment, settled in the living room.The expression on the man’s face in front of me was one of indignation, fury, concern... and something else, something I couldn’t quite pinpoint. Trembling, I took a sip of the tea."Are you... alright?"I nodded, still unable to look at him."Thank you." My voice came out hoarse and weak, so I took another sip and cleared my throat before continuing, "Thank you for saving me."Scenes of the unknown man trying to force himself on me flashed through my mind. I took a deep breath, trying not to panic at the painful memories."Why did you leave my apartment like that?"I looked at him angrily."Because you were treating me like a..." I couldn’t finish the sentence."Like a what, Bianca?" Masato pressed."Like an investment. Like an object. But I understand your reasons. We have an agreement, and I

Sitting on Thomas' imposing leather sofa in his huge, elegant mansion, I nervously looked at the fingers on my hands. They were steady now, but last night they had been shaking terribly.Memories of the hospital flashed through my mind like a fog: the head doctor telling Carmelia and me that Mom would now be in the hospital's special ward, in palliative care. That she might not survive for more than two months. And that we'd better prepare ourselves, both emotionally and financially, for what was to follow.Funeral and burial.When I came out of the room where Mom was, accompanied by Carmelia, Masato was still there. He politely greeted my sister, who preferred not to ask me any questions, and offered to give us both a lift home. Carmelia refused, saying she was driving, and said goodbye, leaving us alone. However, I refused to say anything to Masato, who left me at home on a silent and uncomfortable journey.I could barely sleep at night. But, well, there I was. Ready to get to know

The twins, Thomas’s sons, entered the room with boundless energy. The sound of their childish laughter filled the air, breaking the tension that had dominated the space. I quickly stepped back, my heart still racing from Thomas’s stifling proximity.“Daddy! Daddy!” they exclaimed, running toward him with outstretched arms.Thomas's expression softened instantly, and he knelt to embrace his sons. It was almost shocking to see the transformation in his face – the seriousness and control giving way to a genuine warmth of paternal affection.“Hey, my little champions, what are you doing down here?” Thomas asked, smiling as he lifted them in his arms.The two boys, identical in appearance with their blondie hair and bright eyes, answered at the same time.“Mom said we could play outside, but we wanted to see you first!”I felt like an intruder, watching this family moment, but also relieved by the interruption. The awkwardness from earlier was replaced by a new discomfort as I saw Thomas i