Adonis sat in his cramped office, peering out of the small window, lost in his thoughts about his life. The stale air in the room made him shift his tie repeatedly, while beads of sweat trickled down his face, adding to his discomfort. Leaning back, he surveyed the enormous pile of work on his desk, contemplating the meager compensation he received for carrying out these tasks. Adding to his frustration, it seemed that his contributions went unnoticed and unappreciated by everyone in the company. He took a deep breath, the deepest he had ever taken, trying to gather himself. "Adonis, all this work is right in front of you, and you're just staring out the window? Do you want to get yelled at again?" his inner voice chastised him, breaking through his contemplation. Just as he was about to refocus on his work, the door swung open forcefully, jolting him from his reverie. He looked up to see his boss standing there, his face flushed with anger. A deadly glare was aimed directly at Ado

Adonis maintained a tight grip on the bleeding stranger's shirt, his anger fueling his determination. Harriet's voice echoed in the room, filled with urgency and concern. "Adonis, stop! get that smelly body of yours off him. You are going to injure him." She pleaded, her voice piercing through the chaos. The stranger, fully aware of the impending danger, knew he had to defend himself if he wanted to leave without severe injuries. With a surge of strength, he retaliated, delivering a powerful punch to Adonis's face, attempting to free himself from his grasp. Adonis staggered back momentarily but refused to release his hold. On the other side of the bed, Harriet watched the violent confrontation unfold, her voice filled with desperation. She realized that if she didn't intervene, the situation would escalate into a brutal fight that could cause irreparable damage. Driven by the instinct to protect, Harriet rushed between the two men, forcefully separating them. "That's enough! Stop

Harriet and her mother sat side by side, their laughter punctuating the air intermittently. In that moment, Harriet couldn't help but wish she had heeded her mother's warning about marrying Adonis. Taking a deep breath, she realized she was now married to him, and every aspect of her life seemed to be in shambles. Suddenly, her phone beeped, interrupting their conversation. "It seems you have a call," her mother remarked, prompting Harriet to retrieve the phone from the floor and answer it promptly. "Hello, who is this?" she asked, with her mother leaning in closer to listen. "Is this Harriet? Mr. Adonis Wealth's wife?" a deep voice resounded from the other end. Initially, she contemplated denying it, as she anticipated that Adonis had likely gotten himself into trouble. However, she didn't want to be labeled as a gold digger, so she reluctantly confirmed, "Yes, it's me. What's the matter?" "You're required at the police station immediately. It's urgent," the voice replied ste

As the woman carefully checked Adonis's temperature and administered some medicines, he remained in a daze, unable to make sense of the situation unfolding around him. His mind was a whirlwind of confusion, desperately trying to piece together the fragments of his fractured reality. After attending to his needs, the woman informed Adonis that if he felt strong enough, everyone in the palace would love to see his face just to rest assured that he was okay. Adonis nodded absentmindedly, still filled with cluelessness. He watched as she left the room, leaving him to grapple with his disoriented thoughts. Gathering what little strength he had, Adonis slowly rose from the bed, wincing as pain shot through his neck. The room he found himself in was like something out of a dream, adorned with opulent furnishings and an air of grandeur. The walls were draped in rich tapestries, and sunlight filtered through ornate stained glass windows, casting vibrant colors across the room. He went out of

A house with champagne and lit music was one of the best places to carry out celebratory events.Harriet poured herself a glass of wine, her body relaxed into the comfiness of the almost worn out sofa in the living room, her head bobbing in rhythmic movement to the classic country music that played from the speakers an her heart squealing with excitement at the fact that her plan to get rid of Adonis had worked. A victorious smile graced Harriet's lips as she raised her glass up to sight, the incandescent light creating a glitter that emitted from the glass. Adonis' death was going to be the start of something new for her, she knew it. Gone was the man that brought her unending ridicule in the sight of people. The no gooder that had restrained her wings from soaring with the title of a wife. Her heart bubbled with incessant joy that the person she'd hired to tamper with his brakes before he left for work the previous morning had conducted a job well done. And with Adonis' death, she