LOGINBoss, Annabel is not in the house. It’s just Daniel, and he looks angry.” Micah whispered, still peeping into Annabel’s home. “If she’s not at home, that means she’s gone to the hospital to see Ethan.” I signaled to Micah to climb down from the window.“We need to go to the hospital right now.”“Boss, are you sick?” Micah asked, trying to touch my forehead.“No, I think Annabel went to see Ethan in the hospital. Call all the hospitals in the city. I want to know which hospital Ethan Miller is admitted to.”Micah brought out his phone and started dialing hospital numbers. Ten minutes later.“Found it.” Micah yelled. I drove off to the hospital like a mad mad, Micah was clutching the rear of the car for his dear life and begging me to slow down. And five minutes later we were in the hospital parking lot.“Boss, we’re here. What if Annabel sees us? Won’t she suspect that it was you who sent the thugs to beat up Ethan?” Micah asked.“You have a point. Do you want an extra fifty thousand
I was already asleep when I received a call from the hospital. Ethan had been in an accident. My heart pounded as I fumbled for my phone, the screen glowing in the dim light of my bedroom. The nurse's voice on the other end was calm but urgent, informing me that Ethan was in critical condition after a car crash. I didn't wait for details—I threw off the covers, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios. Hurriedly, I pulled on the first clothes I could find: a wrinkled t-shirt and jeans from the floor. I ran out of the house barefoot, the cool night air biting at my feet as I dashed down the porch steps.Daniel, my older brother, was still up, probably watching TV in the living room. He chased after me, my sneakers dangling from his hand. "Annabel! What the hell is going on? Slow down!""Ethan was involved in an accident," I answered him breathlessly, my voice cracking. "He's in the hospital. I have to go now."Daniel grabbed my arm, forcing me to stop. "Calm down, sis. Look at the time
I was already fuming with anger when I got home. How dare that bastard lay his hands on Annabel? I need to teach him a lesson, but I will do it secretly so that Annabel doesn’t suspect me. I picked up my phone and dialed Micah’s number. He answered on the first ring.“Find out Ethan Miller’s whereabouts right now. I need to teach him a lesson he will never forget. And also look into Annabel’s father and his new family. I want all the information you can get about his company and his two kids.”“Eh, boss, which one do you want me to look into first?”“That bastard Ethan Miller,” I replied angrily.“Yes, boss,” Micah answered as I ended the call.Ethan Miller, I will break the hands you used to touch my woman, I said to myself, laughing. But I paused immediately.“Since when has Annabel suddenly become my woman?” I asked myself. Well, it doesn’t matter. Once I consider anything mine, be it a woman, business, or an animal, then I will surely get it. My phone rang, bringing me out of my c
I stood up from my chair as Mr. Richard walked in, like he owned the place. He flashed me a sly smile, and I glared at him, but he ignored me as he sat on one of the chairs and Daniel drew his chair closer to him.“I was in the area and I decided to check on you,” he said, tapping Daniel’s shoulder, but his blue eyes were fixed on me.“Really?” Daniel asked excitedly.“Yes, Daniel, but it seems like your sister doesn’t want me here. She’s been glaring at me from the moment I stepped inside,” Mr. Richard said with a sly smile on his face. Daniel turned to me.“Anna?” Daniel called curiously.“Ah, no, not at all. You just took us by surprise. It’s not every day the richest man in America visits your home unannounced and uninvited,” I said. “I’ll go and get some water for him.” I made up an excuse just to leave. I entered our cramped kitchen, cursing him under my breath. “Why does he keep stalking me and my brother? The fact that he’s the richest man in America doesn’t give him that righ
For more than two weeks now, I have tried submitting my resume to more than ten companies, and they all had one response: "We are not hiring now." Some even rejected me without any excuse. Even the ones that had placed advertisements in the newspaper, once they saw my background and my name, they would instantly give me an excuse. It was always the same polite smiles that faded, eyes darting away, doors closing before I could even step inside. My name, Annabel Reyes, carried the weight of my family's immigrant roots, and in this city, that meant whispers of suspicion, assumptions about my reliability or loyalty. But I wasn't asking for pity; I just wanted a chance, a job to support us, to cover the mounting bills from Daniel's heart surgery. He was recovering, but the treatments were endless, medications, therapy sessions, follow-up appointments which Doctor Gabriel said were very necessary and it fucking expensive. Without work, how could I keep him safe, keep us afloat?I don’t know
I was expecting Doctor Gabriel's call with the good news that Annabel had accepted the job offer. I was pacing around my office with a glass of whiskey, I don’t drink during office hours, and even my secretary was surprised when I told her to bring me one. When Doctor Gabriel's call finally came in, I breathed a sigh of relief.“Hey, Doc, have you finally convinced her?”“No, she’s a tough nut to crack. She rejected the offer immediately. I told her the job offer was coming from you.” Doctor Gabriel said over the phone. I listened silently.“Richard, are you there? About the money you transferred to me earlier, I don’t need to pay you back, right? Why aren’t you saying anything?”I ended the call. I knew she wouldn't accept the offer if she knew it was coming from me, and that damn doctor went and called my name. An evil idea came to my head. I am Richard Anderson, the richest man in America. I can easily issue an order that any company that hires Annabel will become an enemy of the A







