A girl with blonde hair stepped out of the plane, captivating the attention of everyone who laid eyes on her. There was something about her that didn't seem like she belonged in New York. Her mannerisms and actions gave away her foreigner status, instantly drawing the attention of the people at the airport. She anxiously looked around, waiting for her ride. Soon enough, her car arrived, and she got in. "Where would you like to go, miss?" the driver asked, unable to tear his gaze away from the stunning blonde. Her beauty made him wish she was his. The blonde lady noticed his stare, accustomed to people ogling her. She looked at the driver with a sense of pride. "Take me to the Screen Hotel," she confidently replied. "Sure, beau... I mean, ma'am... Sorry, miss," the driver stammered, causing her to giggle. This reaction was all too familiar to her, even back home. As the driver began to navigate through the streets, he couldn't help but steal glances at her through the car window. Me

The office buzzed with talk of the new manager, Ava. Everyone gossiped about her remarkable beauty and her soft, flowing hair. According to the employees, she had a fair complexion akin to snow. Meanwhile, Ava sat in Tony's office, casually resting her legs on his table. Her attitude annoyed Tony, but he couldn't do anything about it because she was here to improve his financial situation. "You were instructed on what to acquire, correct?" she asked. "Yes, I was, but the truth is, I still haven't been able to obtain it," Tony replied. Annoyance crept onto Ava's face. This guy seemed incapable of accomplishing anything right. He excelled only in creating problems that others had to solve. This task had been assigned to him for years, yet he hadn't managed to secure what he was asked to obtain. "Your desire for power is quite intriguing. However, there's something you must understand. If you don't make a genuine effort to obtain it as soon as possible, you won't just lose the power

Nagid walked out of the mansion with a stoic expression on his face, devoid of the emotions he once displayed while being a part of the Thompson family. He disregarded the message from his secretary, fully focused on the task at hand. Retrieving his phone from his pocket, he dialed one of his trusted men, signaling that it was time to initiate plan B. Subordinate: Hello? Nagid: It's time. I think we should proceed with plan B. Subordinate: Plan B? But I thought we had decided to wait a little longer. Is there a specific reason for the change? Nagid: Someone is being persistently annoying, and it's time to teach them a lesson and shatter their pride. Subordinate: I see. Understood, sir. I'll make the necessary arrangements. Should we proceed as planned? Nagid: Yes, proceed as we discussed. Ensure everything is in place, and leave no room for errors. We need to make a strong statement. Subordinate: Consider it done, sir. We won't disappoint you. Nagid ended the call and continued

George stood anxiously in the house as Nagid went through the file he had presented. He had been tasked with gathering information about a woman who had recently moved to their country. George wondered what she could have done to incur the wrath of the God of vengeance, prompting them to seek her information. However, what surprised him was the lack of substantial information available. Her details were highly private, and all he had managed to obtain was her name and place of origin. There was no information regarding her identity or occupation. The woman had appeared suspiciously when the Thompsons were on the verge of destruction, which raised further doubts. Nagid, focused and serious, scrutinized the limited information provided. "Is this all?" he asked, unable to believe that this was the extent of what they could find on her. The scanty information indicated that she was someone with a dubious identity. Even her social media presence revealed very little, except for seductive p

What do you mean by 'let's have'?" Nagid asked, his shock evident. Was he imagining things, or was this really happening? Emma had never allowed him to touch her, not even her hands. In their previous life, their intimacy had been fueled by alcohol, and it was a mutual encounter. But now, she was willingly proposing they have a baby."Weren't you the same person who wanted to avoid the life of a committed relationship for a few years before having a child? Even though you knew I wanted one," Nagid questioned, confusion clouding his thoughts.Emma was aware that her request would raise suspicions, but she had no other option when the method she initially planned didn't work. "I've had a change of heart about this matter. I know you desired children, and I've reconsidered. My previous stance was selfish. I want to make you happy, fulfill your deepest wishes. Perhaps this will bring us closer," Emma explained, her eyes welling up with tears.Nagid felt himself almost falling for her words