Hxh Wing Novels & Stories

Irene Ang is doing everything she can just to survive. Alone in life, with no family to lean on, she’s nearly breaking her back working just to avoid the shouts and scoldings of her perfectionist boss. But it isn’t just work that’s making her life difficult. After years of playing the fool and enduring so much, she caught her boyfriend with another woman. At the very party she had organized herself. Yet in the middle of her chaotic life, there is her boss, Tirso Gotiangco, a CEO, billionaire, cold, calculated, and intimidating. A man who doesn’t care about feelings, only results. As long as you’re productive, you’re useful. If you fail, you will truly hear the most painful words from him. And to him, Irene is a liability. Weak. Someone who doesn’t belong in the world they live in. They don’t get along. They never have. But with every night they spend together because of overtime, during presentations, and in elevators that suddenly feel too small when they're together… something is slowly changing. Irene learns to stand up for herself. And Tirso? Maybe he isn’t as heartless as everyone thinks. He’s powerful and untouchable. She’s hurting and trying to rebuild herself. Until one mistake changes everything, one night, one almost-kiss, one decision that could destroy both their careers. Irene promised herself she would never love again. But what if the man she despises… is the same one who would fight to the death to protect her? “She’s under my wing now. If you want her gone, you’ll have to go through me first.”

My request to transfer back to the headquarters was once again rejected in my sixth year on the frontline. The official reason was that spouses were not allowed to work in the same hospital, supposedly to prevent workplace romance. The reason failed to convince me. I secretly returned to Kingsfield, hoping to get an answer from my superior. … Outside the office, I overheard the conversation between him and my husband, George Durand. My superior started, "You have been keeping Ivy's application on hold over the last five years for Mia, but Ivy is hitting the age limit next year. This is her last chance to be transferred back." George's expression did not change. "That position has to go to Mia. Ivy can stay where she is. Mia has a promising future. She can't lose this opportunity." My superior argued back, "Staying at headquarters is Ivy's dream too. You manipulated me into sending her to the frontline, and then you kept blocking her transfer requests. "As for Mia, she failed her assessment. Without your protection, she would've been dismissed long ago. Are you really going to keep covering for her?" Anger contorted George's face. "Everyone knows Ivy is my wife! Nobody will pick on her! Unlike her, Mia doesn't have a special background. She won't survive the battlefield. I'll take Mia under my wing and train her personally. Nobody is touching her without my permission." I called the lawyer with tears in my eyes. "Please prepare the divorce papers for me," I said. "As soon as possible." I let five years of my life go to waste, only to discover that George had found another woman. Since there was no more love between us, I would stop clinging to him.

Late one night, as I scrolled through social media, I came across a relationship influencer with over a hundred thousand followers, teaching men how to "control" their wives. "She actually tried to talk to me about privacy?" he scoffed. "I ignored her for three days, and she handed over all her passwords, crying and begging me not to leave her." The comments exploded almost instantly. The chat went wild. [Take me under your wing, man!] I felt sick to my stomach. Then, without warning, he lifted his phone and pressed a kiss to the screen. A face appeared in the reflection. Mine. Smiling, he turned back to his audience of thousands. "See this? This is the perfect wife I spent three years training." A chill ran through me. I clicked into his profile and scrolled all the way back to his first post. The upload date was the same day we got married. He claimed he was filming prank videos and that it was all just for the livestream—no wonder he got increasingly out of hand. That was when it hit me: he had been lying to me all along. From the moment I stepped into that marriage, I had been nothing more than his experiment, his content, his source of money. Fine. If that was the case, then I would turn his livestream into his worst nightmare. I picked up my phone and sat directly beneath the camera he had installed, then sent a deliberately suggestive message to another man. Three seconds later, the bedroom door burst open. Matthias stormed in and snatched my phone. After reading the message, his lips pressed into a tight line. However, he did not explode. He did not even look at me. Instead, he turned, opened his livestream, and faced the camera. "Send something through, and I'll show you exactly how to put a cheating woman in her place."