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OSCAR“Gentlemen and ladies, I love your pitch for this great business idea. I assure you that O. Gray Future Corporation will review it and revert with our offer as soon as we can.”I stood up, bringing the meeting with Frost Peak Ltd. to an end. The representatives looked pleased, shaking hands enthusiastically before gathering their files.Tilda stepped forward, collecting my notes and documents as we exited the conference room together.“What do you think, Tilda?” I asked, curious about her take on the proposal.She didn’t hesitate. “Sir, this deal will greatly benefit the company. However, we should go through it carefully to ensure the terms favor us. Frost Peak Ltd. seemed eager to work with us—they’ll likely agree to whatever offer we present.”Her sharp insight made me admire her even more. She had an exceptional mind for business, something her ex-husband, James, clearly lacked.She was different. I had known it from the moment she walked into the company—sharp, composed, an

STEVENIt was another evening at the club with Boss and his friends. Seated in the private lounge, Dr. Gerald Daniels leaned back, swirling his drink idly, while Wilson Jack tapped a cigarette against his lighter without ever lighting it.I stood behind Boss, silent as always, watching.He sat relaxed, one arm draped over the back of the booth, fingers tapping an absent rhythm against the leather. But I knew better. He was deep in thought.“You’ve got a live grenade in your house, Oscar.” Wilson exhaled sharply, finally tucking his cigarette away. “And you’re pretending the pin’s still in.”Boss smirked, lifting his drink. “It’s handled.”Gerald chuckled, though there was no humor in it. “You keep saying that, but we all know Alicia doesn’t take orders.” He shot me a look, expecting agreement. I gave none, keeping my eyes ahead, unreadable.Wilson shook his head. “Damn shame, really. You survived the hospital, only to let a different kind of poison into your home.”The conversation sh

STEVEN“Shut up, Kristie,” Boss snapped, pulling away from her grip. His voice was sharp, cutting through her arrogance like a whip. “Haven’t you done enough damage already?”Kristie’s smirk faltered, just for a moment, but it was enough to show the first crack in her confident façade.“Damage?” she repeated, her voice defensive. “You’re not some pawn in their game, Oscar. I won’t sit back and watch them force some lowlife on you.”Ava stiffened beside him. Her eyes flashed with a dangerous gleam as she stepped forward, her voice as cold as ice. “And who exactly are you calling a lowlife?”Kristie turned toward her with feigned innocence, placing a delicate hand on her chest, as though genuinely shocked.“Oh, darling, don’t take it personally,” she purred, her voice thick with mock concern. “But let’s be real—you don’t belong in his world. I do.”A mischievous smirk tugged at the corner of my lips, barely contained. Looking between the two women, it was painfully clear who truly belon

TILDAThe intercom buzzed just as I was finalizing a report. I sighed, rubbing my temples. It had been a long morning filled with back-to-back tasks, and I wasn’t in the mood for any more surprises.“Tilda, come to my office.” Mr. Gray’s voice came through the speaker, firm and commanding as always.I quickly saved my work and stood, smoothing my blouse before making my way to his office. As I entered, I immediately noticed that I wasn’t alone—Mr. Josh and Mr. Martin, two of the company’s senior directors, were seated across from him. Their expressions were unreadable, but the atmosphere in the room carried a certain weight.“Hand the Frost Peak file to Tilda,” Mr. Gray instructed, his voice leaving no room for discussion. “She will be in charge of the contract going forward.”A pause filled the room. Josh shifted in his seat, clearly hesitant.“Sir,” he started, his tone careful, “Are you sure—”Mr. Gray leaned forward slightly, cutting him off before he could finish. “Miss Tilda wil

ALICIAThe moment I stepped into Monsieur King’s estate, I knew something was off.I had envisioned a warm reception—maybe not overly affectionate, but at least cordial. Yet, the chilling air inside wasn’t just from the temperature. It was from the man seated before me, his gaze indifferent, his posture unreadable.I swallowed, but my smile didn’t waver.With a practiced elegance, I stepped forward and presented the gifts I had carefully selected.“Grandpa, I brought you some things I know you’ll love—rare teas, excellent for the bones, exotic fruits that are hard to come by, and this ointment for muscle relief.”He didn’t move. Didn’t even spare the items a glance.Instead, his fingers tapped against the armrest of his chair, slow and deliberate.The silence pressed against me, but I refused to let it crush my resolve.Still smiling, I turned to the servants, handing the items to them instead. “Take these to the kitchen and make sure Monsieur gets his tea properly brewed. The ointmen