MasukI lost everything the night my parents died. What the world called a tragic accident, I know was something far worse. Left with nothing but debts and a younger brother to protect, survival became my only goal. Desperate and out of options, I accepted a job as a secretary at B&S Incorporated, owned by the infamous billionaire, Bryan Smith. Cold, arrogant, and used to getting whatever he wants, he was the last person I ever wanted to work for. But I didn’t have a choice. Then he made me an offer that changed everything. Be his fiancée. Just pretend. In return, he would give me the money I desperately needed. It was supposed to be simple. No feelings. No attachment. Just a contract. But nothing about Bryan Smith was simple. The longer I stayed, the more I realized I wasn’t just trapped in a deal… I was trapped with a man who had no intention of letting me go. “Do you really need this job?” he asked. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to nod. “Yes.” His gaze darkened as he leaned back in his chair. “How desperate are you?”
Lihat lebih banyakCALI
Drrrhhhhh! My alarm blared, shattering the silence of my small room. I shot upright, heart racing. Today was no ordinary day it was the day of my interview at B&S Incorporate, the company that could finally change everything for Edward and me. I had dreamt of this moment for weeks, yet now that it was here, a nervous flutter danced in my stomach. I couldn’t afford to be late. Not today.
I leapt out of bed and darted into the bathroom. The cold water on my face jolted me fully awake, washing away the last traces of sleep. I brushed my teeth swiftly, tied my hair into a neat ponytail, and secured it with a red ribbon the same ribbon I wore during my first presentation at college. It felt like a charm, a tiny talisman for luck. I threw on a simple white gown and slid my feet into red slippers, a splash of color against the plain fabric.
Once dressed, I opened my file and carefully arranged my CV, certificates, and other documents, placing them in my red bag. Each paper felt heavy with hope and expectation. One misstep today could cost me the opportunity I had worked so hard for.
The kitchen was next. I cooked cheese and macaroni, a quick breakfast for both Edward and me. I poured a portion into a flask for him—he had a doctor’s appointment later, and he hated missing meals. I ate quickly, swallowing each bite as if it contained my future. When I was done, I gently knocked on Edward’s bedroom door.
“Edward,” I called softly.
“Huuhh…” he mumbled, burying his face in his pillow.
I tapped him lightly again, then harder when he didn’t respond. His head popped up, eyes squinting against the morning light.
“We are on holidays, sis, for crying out loud!” he groaned, rubbing his eyes. Then he suddenly realized he’d shouted and covered his mouth. I fought back a laugh, but the morning urgency left no room for play.
“Don’t you know you have an appointment with the doctor?” I asked, exasperation creeping into my voice.
He bowed his head, muttering, “Okay…” then quickly smirked and ran back into his room, locking the door behind him. Typical Edward always teasing, always trying to catch me off guard. I shook my head with a small smile and grabbed my bag. Time was ticking.
I dashed out and hailed a cab. Thankfully, traffic was light, and the driver dropped me right in front of the towering B&S Incorporate building. My chest tightened as I stared up at it glass panels gleamed in the morning sun, reflecting a world of opportunity that seemed just within reach.
Inside, the receptionist greeted me with a polite smile and directed me toward the interview room. As I entered, my eyes scanned the crowd over fifteen women, all dressed in eye-catching outfits, waiting nervously. Many wore revealing dresses with heavy makeup, a sharp contrast to my simple, professional appearance. I slipped into the only available seat, clutching my red bag like a lifeline.
Time crawled as I watched one girl rush out, her gown tight and short, makeup smeared from tears. She had not gotten the job. My stomach churned. Seeing failure so close reminded me of the stakes. I had to focus, had to stand out—not with drama, but with competence.
Finally, a voice called my name. “Cali Rillion?”
Heart hammering, I rose and walked into the office. My gaze met Smith Bryan, and for a brief second, I froze. He was striking—tall, confident, with an aura that demanded respect. His eyes, sharp yet unreadable, seemed to weigh every fiber of my being. My cheeks flushed, and I forced myself to look away. Drooling would have to wait; the interview came first.
“Please, sit,” he said, his voice smooth but commanding.
I sat, trying to calm my racing heart, and handed him my CV. My hands trembled slightly, betraying the nervousness I tried so hard to hide. I had faced many challenges in my life, but sitting across from Bryan Smith, with the weight of this opportunity pressing down on me, fear settled in my chest like a stone.
“Thank you, Cali,” he said, scanning my documents with a quick, professional glance. “Tell me about yourself.”
I took a deep breath, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “I’m twenty-two, and I’ve spent the past few years supporting my younger brother after our parents passed.
Alongside that, I’ve worked hard to gain experience in administration and management. I’m organized, detail-oriented, and passionate about making a positive impact in the workplace.” My voice sounded steadier than I felt inside, but each word was a step forward, a small victory over the fear threatening to overwhelm me.
He nodded thoughtfully, tapping a pen against his desk. “I see. And why B&S Incorporate?”
I swallowed. “Because I want to grow with a company that values dedication and integrity. I want to contribute meaningfully and learn from the best. From my research, B&S stands out not just for success, but for leadership that inspires employees.”
There was a pause. Then he leaned back slightly, studying me. I felt as if my entire life every struggle, every sacrifice, every sleepless night was distilled into this single moment. I had to succeed, not just for me, but for Edward and the future we both deserved.
Bryan’s gaze softened slightly, but the intensity remained. “Very well, Cali. Let’s see if your actions match your words.”
I nodded, trying to keep the nerves from shaking my voice. This was it the beginning of everything I had been working for. And somehow, deep down, I knew I was ready.
“What is it?” I asked, watching him closely as something in his expression shifted. He dragged in a breath like the words were stuck somewhere deep inside him, refusing to come out.“I don’t know how to say this, Cali,” he said quietly. “I feel guilty for everything, so I just don’t know how to say it.”I tilted my head slightly, trying to lighten whatever weight he was carrying. “Come on. You’re not a coward. And if anything happened, remember I’m always here.”“Yeah, that’s the problem,” he replied, his voice tightening. “I failed you, Cali. I failed you.”I frowned at that, genuinely confused. “You’ve never failed me,” I said without hesitation, because I couldn’t recall a single moment where he had let me down. Not really. Not in any way that mattered.Well, except one thing.The one thing I never allowed myself to dwell on for too long.He only ever saw me as a friend.But even that wasn’t something I could hold against him. Feelings don’t come on command, and he never pretended
BRYANToday started like any other day, with me wanting nothing more than to stay at home and avoid the world. The comfort of my apartment, the quiet hum of the city outside, and the thought of doing nothing at all called to me like a warm blanket. But life rarely gives us what we want. Work, relentless and insistent, pulled me out of my comfort zone. I got dressed, fought the usual morning lethargy, and headed to the office.As soon as I walked in, I immediately noticed a problem. My personal assistant had already informed me she wouldn’t be coming in today. That wouldn’t have been such an issue if I could rely on her to at least leave me some guidance or help me prioritize my tasks, but the tone of her message suggested she was completely unavailable. I realized I was on my own.At that moment, a sense of frustration started creeping in. I considered calling Cali. Just a quick check-in, maybe even asking for her advice. But then I remembered the conversation we had just a few days ag
RACHELThe silence in my room feels wrong.Not peaceful. Not calm. Just heavy.I sit at the edge of the bed, my phone lying beside me, the screen still glowing faintly like it is reminding me that none of this was a dream. I have read the message more times than I should have, but it still does not feel real. It just sits there, cold and certain, like it knows something I do not.I press my lips together and look away.Thinking about it again will not change anything.But not thinking about it is impossible.I let out a slow breath and rub my hands together, trying to steady myself. My fingers feel cold, even though the room is not.I need to think clearly.Not as a mother.Not as someone who is afraid.But as someone who has no choice but to handle this.Whoever sent that message did not do it by accident. That much is obvious. They chose their words carefully. They knew exactly what to say and how to say it.And worst of all, they knew me.Not just my name.They knew enough to shake
CALIBy the time I got to the venue, my heart was already beating a little faster than normal. I told myself it was nothing, just the stress from earlier, just the strange mood the day had started with. But deep down, I knew it wasn’t only that.The moment I stepped into the café, my eyes found him almost immediately.Steve was already there.Seated like he had all the time in the world, relaxed, composed, and somehow still managing to stand out without even trying. There was something about him that hadn’t changed at all. That calm presence, that quiet confidence. He looked… perfect. Almost like a charming prince waiting patiently, like he knew I would come.For a brief second, I just stood there, watching him.It was strange how different he was from Bryan. Bryan always carried this edge, this energy like he didn’t care about anything, even when he clearly did. Steve was the complete opposite. Calm. Soft. Effortless.I snapped out of it and walked toward him.The moment he saw me, h
BENI woke up to a strange brightness flashing against my eyelids. At first I thought it was part of a dream, something unreal, but when I forced my eyes open, the light only grew sharper. I squinted hard, trying to adjust. My head felt heavy, as though I had been asleep for days. I shut my eyes ag
SARAHI woke up earlier than usual that morning. For a few seconds, I just lay there staring at the ceiling, letting the quiet settle into me before the day officially began. The air felt colder than the previous days, and I pulled the duvet closer to my chin before finally forcing myself to sit up
SARAHI stood in front of the mirror longer than I intended to, just staring at myself as if the girl looking back at me was someone else entirely. I smiled slowly, almost shyly, stunned by my own reflection. My skin was glowing in a way I had only ever seen in magazines and on the glossy pages of
SARAHI was unusually happy that Ben agreed to follow me. From the moment he stepped out beside me, tall and calm, I felt a strange sense of pride walking next to him. I was sure I would make more profit because of him. People were drawn to good looking faces, and Ben carried himself in a way that












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