At the Odia villa, Rhea paced back and forth in her room, fury bubbling inside her. She had made a suggestion for Racheal to call Mr. Manchester, but she was worried. She wanted to be the one to call him, she wanted to be the mistress of the Supreme General so badly. She couldn't stop imagining how everyone would respect her if she succeeded in seducing him. She'll be the queen of the World, the more she fantasized her vision, she grew more desperate.Even if Racheal was the head of the family’s business, so what? I’m just as beautiful as her, Rhea thought smugly. Maybe, just maybe, she could make Mr. Manchester—the elusive billionaire—fall for her instead. If that happened, everything would be hers.Determined, she grabbed her phone, opened Mr. White’s email, and shot off a message requesting Mr. Manchester’s number. She sent the request several times, checking her inbox obsessively, waiting for a reply. As the hours passed, frustration grew, but she didn’t stop.Meanwhile, Mr. White

The sound of footsteps pulled her from her thoughts. A man emerged from the dim light, dressed in an outfit that made him almost unrecognizable. He wore a sleek black hoodie over a fitted T-shirt, paired with dark jeans. A baseball cap and tinted glasses obscured most of his face, giving him a mysterious air.Rhea’s heartbeat quickened at the sight of him. She was already smitten by his voice over the phone, but seeing him in person—dark, enigmatic, and alluring—sealed the deal.“I’ve been waiting,” she said, her voice sweet and flirtatious.Adam smirked under the brim of his cap. “I didn’t keep you waiting too long, did I?”“No, not at all.” She took a step closer, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor. Then, lowering her voice, she asked, “So... this penthouse... wasn’t it Adam’s?”Adam gave a low chuckle, effortlessly slipping into his Mr. Manchester persona. “That’s what Adam wanted everyone to believe. But no—this place has always been mine.”Rhea laughed, rolling he

For thirty minutes, Adam made Racheal his slut, each thrust fueled by his anger and hatred towards her. Her moans were loud and painful. She cried in regrets, losing herself to Adam, the last person on earth, she'll ever think of sleeping with. But she was also impressed on his performance in bed.After what felt like an eternity with Racheal, Adam stepped out of the dimly lit room, a sense of satisfaction coursing through him. Racheal had fallen asleep from the intense sex,he untied her hands and placed her on the bed. He wiped a bead of sweat from his brow, grinning at the power he had exerted over her. It was time for the second sister.Rhea was waiting for him, her excitement palpable. She looked up as he entered, her eyes wide with anticipation. “What took you so long?” she asked, her voice playful, but there was an edge of nervousness beneath her words.Adam didn’t answer. Instead, he closed the distance between them, cupping her face with one hand and silencing her with a deep,

“You really thought Adam would come up with two billion?” Robin sneered. “How stupid can you be, Racheal?”“I didn’t have a choice!” Racheal snapped, her voice shaky. “I was trying to save us!”“Save us?” Monica shot back with a sharp laugh. “You ruined us. You gave yourself to that scum for nothing! All for a deal we still don’t have.”Mr. Luther shook his head in disgust. “Of all the people you could trust, you chose Adam? He’s been playing games with you since the beginning.”Robin folded his arms and smirked. “And now you handed yourself to him on a silver platter. What were you thinking?”“I—” Racheal tried to explain, but Monica cut her off.“No, don’t try to justify it!” Monica snapped. “You’ve brought nothing but disgrace to this family.”Racheal’s lip quivered, the pressure of their accusations crushing her.“You’ve always been too emotional,” Mr. Luther said coldly. “Too weak to think things through. And now look where that’s gotten us.”Robin snorted. “She really thought th

The day of the gala arrived.The grand ballroom glittered with chandeliers, and the most influential people in the city gathered, dressed in their finest. This year’s gala was the most important event of the season, all because the supreme general, Mr. Manchester, was expected to attend in person. Invitations were limited to the most influential elites, and rumors swirled about who would catch the general’s attention tonight.The Odia family arrived in style, radiating confidence. Monica held her head high, smiling proudly as she whispered to Theresa. “When Rhea announces her relationship with the supreme general, no one will dare disrespect this family again.” They were only able to get an invitation because, rumors had it that Rhea is the mistress of Mr. Manchester.Rhea smirked. “Just wait until they see us together.”A special chair had been reserved at the front for Mr. Manchester, and the room buzzed with anticipation. People whispered as the Odias mingled among the elite.“That