Heir Of Atticus Grooming 소설 & 이야기

Although he was poor, she thought she would have a great future with him. About Emily, she was a beautiful girl with great curves at the right spots. As she was poor & couldn’t wear expensive clothes or style her hair or any makeup, her beauty would not be recognized easily. She often stood in front of the mirror after bath & praised her beauty by herself. After seeing her father’s struggle to buy her even small things, she had decided that she would earn a lot of money in future. Her father even didn’t have a car. She had always dreamt of a big house in a posh area & luxurious BMW car.

His movements were quick, practiced—he had done this so many times that his body knew what to do even when his mind was elsewhere. Next came the dishes. He rolled up his sleeves, dipped his hands into the cold soapy water, and scrubbed each plate until it gleamed. The soap stung his skin, but he ignored it. After that, he stepped outside. The morning air was crisp, the compound large and quiet. He picked up the broom and began sweeping the yard, even though the ground barely had any leaves. Still, he swept. It wasn’t about the dirt—it was about control. His uncle and aunt wanted to see him work.

First was the Strong Mode, where he would be cold to anyone and appear very busy with various things so that no one would dare to disturb him. The second was the Calm Mode, where he would show a different side of himself, caring, affectionate, and affectionate only to certain people. Until now, Theodor had always used this Calm Mode only in front of his mother. He never used it in front of anyone, including his father. Since Theodor was a child, he had been educated quite harshly because his grandfather always said that Burg Corporation would fall into his hands one day. As the heir, he had to have a firm, authoritative, and arrogant attitude to maintain Burg Corporation in the long run.

Ji-hoon answered holding my hands “Let's go,” Mr. Gaeti said, holding onto Mrs Haera and that's when I noticed their outfit, and yes! They looked like the power couples from the 90s. Ji-hoon's mother was putting on a black Italian skirt suit, a big hat, and black heels, while his father wore a black Italian suit as well and they were both looking so extravagant.

Christian was crouched on the ground, dressed in a black tactical uniform, simulating a gunfight exercise. Two hours. I waited for two hours. Looking at his back, countless memories resurfaced. Back when we first got together, he did not become the Don of the Fuzio family yet. The daily successor training left him utterly exhausted. Yet after every training session, he would line up bullet casings on the ground to spell out [I love you.] Back then, he would make me breakfast every morning. Eggs, bacon, and toasts, all neatly laid out and placed by the side of the bed.

When it was over, his fingers traced the tattoo on my chest, slow and deliberate. Then, his next words shattered the fragile warmth. “Take the makeup off. Change into pants.” My hand froze mid-motion. The lipstick on my mouth smeared crookedly, turning my reflection into something ridiculous. I turned. “Why?” He faced the mirror, adjusting his tie with meticulous care. “Juliana Lancaster is back in the country. Tonight is our meeting.” The name slid under my skin like ice. Lancaster. Russian Bratva royalty. “You being dressed like this,” he added, tone indifferent, “would send the wrong message.”

I was literally drooling over how handsome he was, that I forgot for a sec that I almost made him fall, or made him fall. Everyone stared like the world suddenly shifted. He stepped toward me slowly, each step calculated, predatory. Students whispered urgently. “That’s the alpha heir.” Uh-oh. He grabbed my wrist so fast I gasped. His grip tightened until pain shot up my arm. “Who the hell are you?” he growled. “How dare you hit me!” Heat flooded my face. My stomach twisted. His eyes narrowed in disgust, scanning me like trash on his shoes. “You low omega!” he barked, squeezing harder.