LOGINMina woke up at the crack of dawn to the certainty which was represented by the screeching sound of Jade's voice that the end of the calm and peaceful moment she'd enjoyed the previous day had arrived. On the up side though, she'd forgotten to wash the dishes she'd used the previous night which meant the house was currently saturated with the stench that both jade and Zion couldn't stand, what this translated to was that she just might have earned herself a couple more days alone in this sprawling mansion. Mina slowly sat up from her sleeping position and looked in their direction, on one hand Zion stood by the door mortified with his hand to his nose in an attempt to block out the smell, on the other hand was Jade looking up at Zion and intermittently turning to throw glares her way, one hand pinching her nose and the other pointing at her indignantly. Mina absolutely didn't care though, she yawned and wiped the drool off her face and said, "Oh you're back?" ~ Zion woke before
Jade didn't waste a single second. The moment she realized she couldn't win her argument with Mina, she ran straight to Zion. Her high heels clicked on the floor like loud warning bells. She practically burst into his home office, out of breath.“Mina… she… she used your card!” Jade stammered. She pointed her finger in the air like she was trying to stop a bomb from going off. “She spent it on herself and her friend!”Zion leaned back in his big chair. He raised one eyebrow, looking calm. “Oh?” he said. His voice was quiet, but inside, his heart was racing with anger.“Yes! Millions of dollars, all gone in just one day!" Jade cried out. Her eyes were wide, and she waved her arms around.Zion pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Jade… slow down.” He let out a long breath, trying not to lose his temper. “So she used my card without asking? What exactly did she buy?”“Clothes, shoes, expensive perfumes… everything! She went shopping like she owned the whole city,” Jade’s voice got
The sun was already high, warm, and practically daring me to storm out and make someone miserable. Perfect. I left the mansion with one goal: coffee first, chaos later.The breakfast café was small but cozy, the kind of place that served proper coffee and toast without any judgment. I slid into a corner seat, pulled out my phone, and let myself relax for the first time all morning. The barista brought my cappuccino with a delicate swirl of foam and a slice of toast with butter melting just so. I savored every bite, feeling the caffeine and carbs resurrect me from the wedding-day hangover of etiquette and forced smiles.By the time I was done, I was buzzing with energy, the kind of energy that comes when you realize you’re about to do exactly what you want, consequences be damned. I slipped my shades on and made my way to the mall, where my best friend was waiting, practically bouncing in place.“Finally!” she cried. “I thought I’d have to come storm the mansion and drag you out myself
I wake up feeling completely refreshed for the first time in years. Not just the kind of refreshed you get from clean sheets or fancy air conditioning. No. This is the kind of refreshed that says, Congratulations, Mina, you survived three years of mosquitoes, mountain winds, and climbing rocks that would make a goat dizzy.I stretch and let out a long sigh. Finally, a morning that doesn’t involve bruises or bug bites, or worse, thinking I might actually be slowly turning into a human pincushion.I push myself off the bed and pad down the stairs, tying my hair into a loose knot. The mansion is buzzing with movement, and I blink. Everyone’s rushing around like someone shouted fire! or, even worse, misplaced one of Zion’s precious contracts.I pause mid-step. Servants do not run. Ever.A maid nearly crashes into me.“Careful,” I mutter, steadying her by the elbow. She avoids my eyes. Suspicious. Very suspicious.I head for the dining hall. Hunger drives me more than curiosity, but the te
Let me refresh your memory Incase you've forgotten. So today was my wedding, the day every woman supposedly dreams about from girlhood. I get married and head home thinking I would eat, shower, count some pretty pennies and go sleep, right? Wrong. I get home and before my takeout even reach me my newly wed husband is snuggling on the couch with another woman with no regard for me whatsoever. Can you believe the audacity? "I have something to say" "Go right ahead, I'm all ears honey" I say as I bite into my fat juicy drumstick and moan in pleasure. Both jade and Zion frown imperceptibly. "You might be my wife on paper but jade is the mistress of this house, the only..." "Wait, hold up. If my memory serves me right, the mistress of the house should be your legal wife correct?" "I do care what should be I'm..." "You didn't answer my question" I interrupt blinking innocently at him. He inhales sharply but responds either way "Yes. But like I was saying..." "Then
My name is Mina. I’m twenty-nine years old, and for twenty-six of those years I’ve dedicated myself to one thing and one thing only: martial arts.I went from being a world champion to an instructor for those foolish enough to want to follow the same path. My dojo sits at the top of a mountain. If you want to become my student, you climb it in one day. No assistance. No shortcuts. And yes, the traps are real.For the past three years, I’ve lived there like a monk. Quiet. Isolated. Undisturbed.It’s not like I’ve never been in a relationship. I was in a decade-long relationship with my high school first love. We broke up three years ago because he cheated. I was so furious I beat him within an inch of his life. Word got out, and suddenly no one wanted to date me or form a marriage alliance with my family. I swore off relationships in return. I couldn’t promise there wouldn’t be a repeat if another scumbag crossed me.So imagine my surprise when I woke up this morning to my phone ringin







