Amara Georgia Musk, the 20-year-old granddaughter of the powerful tycoon Elton Musk, has returned to T City after years of being hidden away overseas. Labeled as "the retard" by her own family and sent away to protect the Musk legacy, no one expected her return much less her claim to the empire her late parents left behind. Amara, the daughter of a renowned traditional doctor and a wealthy businessman, carries a secret strength beneath her quiet and misunderstood exterior. But not everyone is pleased with her return. Her cunning adopted uncle, and his ambitious family will do anything to stop her from taking back her rightful place even if it means ending her life. To them, Amara is nothing more than a brainless obstacle standing in the way of power and wealth. Across the city, Zogo Walton, the ruthless 30-year-old CEO and infamous underworld mafia boss, is racing against time. His beloved mother is slowly dying from a rare, mysterious poison, and not even the best doctors can help her. Known for being cold, enigmatic, and allergic to female attention he once punched a woman for trying to cling to him......Zogo makes a desperate public plea. "Whoever can save his mother will be rewarded with unimaginable wealth." When fate throws Amara and Zogo into each other's world, secrets begin to unravel. For Amara it is not who the world thinks she is. Behind her soft gaze and clumsy steps lies a hidden identity......one that may be the key to saving Zogo's mother... and changing the destiny of the Musk family forever. But in a world ruled by greed, betrayal, and power... can a misunderstood girl and a heartless mafia boss survive each other?
Lihat lebih banyakThe Page Estate shimmered like a dream that had too much money to spend.Golden rays of sunbathed the mansion's ivory pillars and spilled into the garden below, where City T's elite sipped champagne beneath a canopy of twinkling fairy lights and imported roses. Crystal chandeliers hung even in the outdoor tents, as if God himself might pass by and judge the décor.It was that kind of party.And then came Amara Musk.She stepped out of a sleek black car, the kind that purred instead of roared, with tinted windows like secrets. Her dress navy satin with delicate pearl buttons hugged her softly, chosen by Cristy to scream refined elegance. Her hair was pinned in soft waves, framing her face like she belonged on a royal postage stamp.For two whole seconds, she looked every bit the hidden heiress she was supposed to be.Then...."OH MY GOSH!" she gasped, spinning in the driveway like a toddler seeing Disneyland for the first time."Is that a real peacock by the fountain?! Cristy, may I ri
Musk Estate Amara’s Private Wing at 12:47 A.M.The room was still.Outside, the world slept under a velvet night sky, stars glittering like silent witnesses to secrets too old to name. But inside the farthest wing of the Musk estate past the long-gilded hallways and behind the heavy carved doors Amara was wide awake.She sat cross-legged on her bed, her back resting against a mountain of down pillows, wrapped in a loose dark gray robe that hung off one shoulder. A glow bathed her face from the sleek, glowing surface of her improvised laptop. It looked like nothing on the market.... smaller, sleeker, customized beyond belief. Her fingers moved fluidly across the touch sensitive hologram keys, her nails tapping in rhythmic precision.Across the screen, a live recording replayed for the fourth time that hour."To whoever can cure my mother... a reward of ten million pesos, no questions asked. I don't care if you're licensed or not. I don't care if you've disappeared off the grid. If you
The jet wheels kissed the runway of City T just as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in molten gold and rust. The skyline rose like sharpened blades against the heavens, and the city pulsed with its usual rhythm cars honking, neon flashing, people moving with purpose.But inside Zogo Walton's chest, a storm had already begun.He sat in silence in the backseat of a black bulletproof car, fingers clenched on his lap, his custom-tailored suit still immaculate despite the long-haul flight. His eyes, sharp and unreadable, didn't leave the window as the vehicle glided through the streets of the city, he'd once called home.Now it felt like a battlefield.The car stopped directly in front of Walton Global, the towering headquarters of his global conglomerate. As he stepped out, the doors of the executive elevator opened automatically, and the world seemed to fall away with each floor he ascended. The hum of the building faded. Only his own heartbeat kept time.The top floor
Amara's POVThe plane touched down with a soft thud after four hours in the air. The city lights beyond the window shimmered like a bed of stars laid flat across concrete. Familiar... but distant.I moved through the airport process like a ghost.... passport check, customs, baggage. Everything blurred into soft noise and sterile lighting. When I finally stepped into the departure area, the cool night air kissed my skin, and there it was.A sleek black car parked exactly where I expected it.And beside it....Aston.My grandfather's most trusted butler."Miss," Aston greeted me, bowing respectfully. "Welcome back."I didn't answer. Just slipped past him and into the backseat.He didn't mind. Aston never expected pleasantries. He started the car without another word, the soft purr of the engine barely registering in my ears.The city rushed by in streaks of light. Buildings taller than memory, roads busier than I recalled. Some sights triggered a tug in my chest and alleyway I used to pa
Amara's POVThe sky was still dark when I opened my eyes, the early light not yet peeking past the horizon. Everything was silent, save for the occasional hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen and the soft ticking of the wall clock. I sat up quietly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. My body moved on instinct, going through the routine I've followed for the last four years.Wash face.Brush teeth.Drink hot water.Simple, quiet rituals that grounded me in a world I kept at arm's length.I glanced toward Mr. Walton's room. The door was still closed, maybe he was still asleep. In the living room, I could see Brooks lying on the floor with nothing but a blanket I'd thrown over him last night. Jerald was stretched out on the long sofa, breathing steadily. His injured side was bandaged, though a faint patch of blood had seeped through the fabric of his shirt. I paused for a moment, just watching them, feeling the strange reality of strangers occupying my small, quiet world.I needed air.Pu
Amara's POVThe lights in my room were off.Only the silver glow of the moon slipped through the dusty curtains, spilling across the floor in quiet ribbons. I sat cross-legged by the window, still and focused, the cool air brushing past my face.My eyes stayed on the hallway outside. Not because I was curious. But because I needed to be sure.I didn't know these men not the loud one, not the quiet one, and especially not the one they called Mr. Walton. They had weapons, tension, and the kind of edge that made you think twice before blinking wrong.I wasn't scared. But I was careful.Mr. Walton's room was just across from mine. I hadn't meant to open the door... or maybe I had. Just a crack. Just enough to see. Just enough to make sure he was where I last heard him.I didn't move. Just watched through the gap in silence.I needed to know if he was unpredictable.If he slept lightly.If he'd hurt me the moment, he felt threatened.Turns out, he didn't sleep at all.I heard the shift in
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