LOGINA simple girl’s life changes when her elder brother sends her a mission to watch a powerful billionaire. Forced into close proximity, she discovers that behind the man’s cold silence is someone deeply lonely — and unexpectedly gentle with her.
View MoreAfter asking him what he wanted for dinner, it hit me that the kitchen was almost empty. The fridge hummed softly when I opened it, the bare shelves staring back at me like they were waiting for a decision I wasn’t ready to make. I closed it again and leaned against the counter for a second, pressing my palms flat against the cold surface as if grounding myself.I headed straight for the bathroom. I needed to wash the day off my skin, to scrub away the lingering tension that seemed to follow me. The water hit my shoulders like a punch, finally forcing the knots in my back to loosen.But I couldn't stop thinking about him. The way his voice sounded this morning, low and rough. The way he kept looking past me, like I was a ghost he didn't want to acknowledge.He was holding something back and the mystery of it felt like a slow burn under my skin.I stepped out of the bathroom and threw on some clothes. Nothing special—just my baggy grey jeans and a black crop top. I pulled my hair into
I watched him walk toward the stairs, his back straight, his steps fast and sharp as if my presence burned his skin. The door to his room was already in front of him when something in my chest twisted, a tight, unfamiliar feeling.“Sir… Dominic.”He stopped.For a long moment, he didn’t turn. My fingers curled at my sides, my heart hammering faster than it should. I wanted to retreat, to vanish, but some part of me needed him to respond.He looked back at me, eyes steady and unreadable. “What is it?”His voice was calm, but there was no warmth in it.I swallowed, trying to steady my trembling. “Did I… do something wrong?”He tilted his head, like he was weighing my words, deciding if they were worth his attention. Silence from him felt heavier than any punishment he could have handed down.“What makes you think that?” he asked finally.I hesitated. Should I tell him the truth? That he flinched when I touched him, that his eyes had avoided mine all morning, that even when he spoke, it
I went downstairs around six in the morning,intending only to grab a bottle of water before heading back up. The house was quiet, the kind of quiet that usually meant I had the place to myself. Then I heard it. The soft scrape of something against the counter,someone moving. I froze but then I saw it was Madison standing in the kitchen in light pajamas, hair sticking up in every direction, soft lips still swollen from sleep. She froze when she saw me, eyes wide. I raised an eyebrow. “Why are you awake at this hour?” Her hands tightened around a frying pan. “I… I couldn’t sleep again,” she said quickly. “So I decided to cook for you.” I didn’t say anything immediately. My chest tightened in a way I hated. I wanted to turn and leave, give her space, but I couldn’t. "Umm" I said as I leaned against the counter, still holding the bottle of water I had come for. I watched her longer than I should have. The way her wrist moved when she stirred.The way her lips parted slightly
Dominic's pov I returned later than I said I would.The house was quiet when I stepped inside, the kind of silence that settles deep into the walls, heavy and watchful. For some reason, I expected it. Madison would be in her room by now, curled up in bed, probably asleep because it's past 12 am in the morning.I loosened my tie as I walked in, shrugging off my jacket, my mind still buzzing from the evening. Monica’s laughter, the clinking of glasses, the way she had clung to my arm as if she were afraid I might disappear if she let go. I had smiled when required, spoken when expected, but my thoughts had wandered more than I cared to admit.As I crossed into the living room, my steps slowed.Madison was there.She lay on the couch, curled slightly on her side, one arm tucked beneath her cheek. The lamp beside her was still on, casting a soft glow across her face. She must have been waiting for me. The realization hit harder than it should have.She had fallen asleep right there.I st
Madison’s POVThe faint click of the bedroom door echoed down the hallway. Dominic had been upstairs with Monica and that thought of both of them alone in the room makes me so uncomfortable,I had held my breath, unsure of what to do.Then, soft footsteps descended the staircase. My heart skipped wh
MADISON'S POV The doorbell rang, sharp and deliberate. I froze mid-step, clutching the napkin I had been holding . My heart thudded in my chest. Dominic’s eyes flicked to the door. “That’ll be her,” he said casually. I swallowed hard. “who?” “Monica,” he replied, voice calm but deliberate. “S
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