The boardroom buzzed with a low hum of anxious chatter as the assembled business people took their seats around the long, polished table. Stacey sat at the head, her laptop open in front of her, ready to present the opportunity to her colleagues.“Thank you all for coming on such short notice,” Stacey began, her tone professional but laced with tension. “Today, we discuss a monumental opportunity with Bulgart Industries.”The murmurs faded as she continued, “To secure this project, we need to invest two billion dollars upfront.”Gasps erupted around the room, and the tension thickened like fog.One of the board members, a distinguished man with graying hair, shook his head in disbelief. “Two billion? That’s absurd! Our company is only worth six hundred million!”Another board member leaned forward, his brow furrowed. “We’ve invested heavily in other ventures. Where do you expect us to find that kind of capital?”Stacey could feel her heart racing, knowing the stakes. “This contract co
Racheal’s phone buzzed, and the moment she saw the name flashing on the screen, her blood boiled. Adam. She clenched her jaw, debating whether to ignore it, but curiosity—and annoyance—got the better of her. She answered with a sharp tone.“What the hell do you want, Adam? Didn’t get enough fun ruining my life already?”Adam’s voice came through calm and smooth. “Relax, Racheal. Just thought I’d offer you a little help.”“Help?” she spat. “After what you did to us at Zeus Hall? You're heartless, Adam!”Adam chuckled.“I heard you’re struggling to get a two-billion-dollar investment. I figured you might need a hand.”There was a pause—just long enough for Racheal to process what he’d said—and then she burst out laughing. It wasn’t the polite kind of laugh, but the kind filled with scorn.“You?” she sneered. “You’re offering me two billion dollars? You couldn’t even buy me a decent dinner when we were married, and now you think you’re some kind of financial savior? Don’t make me laugh. D
The next morning, Racheal sat in her office, head in her hands, completely drained. She had exhausted every possible avenue for the loan, and yet no good news. They had one day left. If they didn’t secure the money, the contract—and everything her family had worked for—would slip through their fingers.She exhaled deeply, and a thought surfaced. Adam.Her pride fought against it, but desperation crushed it. What did she have to lose? Absolutely nothing. With trembling fingers, she grabbed her phone and dialed his number.Adam answered almost instantly, and she could hear the amusement in his voice. "I knew you’d call."“Are you really going to help me?” she asked, biting her lip, despising herself for even having this conversation.Adam’s grin was practically audible through the phone. “Meet me at my lounge.”She ended the call, grabbed her keys, and stormed to her car. As she drove toward his penthouse, anger brewed in her chest. The mere thought of needing him made her skin crawl.-
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
Rhea practically skipped down the stairs, her face glowing with pride. “Guess what? I got Mr. Manchester’s number!” she announced, unable to hide her excitement. “He’s going to meet me tonight.”The entire family froze for a second before erupting into cheers.“What? You’re kidding, right?” Monica asked, disbelief etched on her face as she leaned in closer.“No, Ma, look!” Rhea exclaimed, brandishing her phone. She displayed the contact with his name boldly saved: “MR. MANCHESTER.”Monica clapped her hands in delight. “If you pull this off, Rhea, you’ll be the new head of the family business!”Mr. Luther patted her shoulder approvingly. “You’ve done well, my daughter. If you win over Mr. Manchester, we’ll be unstoppable.”Rhea’s smile widened as she soaked in their praise. Racheal can keep playing her little games, but I’ll be the one at the top soon.“When you marry him,” Monica added slyly, “we’ll have access to all his wealth. This family will finally rise to where it belongs.”Rhe
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
Racheal shifted uneasily on the edge of the couch, her wrists already marked by the silk ropes that hung loosely at her sides. Adam stood across from her, rolling up the sleeves of his crisp black shirt, a wicked grin curling on his lips. He had dressed differently tonight—his usual sharp suits replaced with dark slacks and a plain black t-shirt, a cap pulled low over his face, and tinted glasses masking the gleam in his eyes. It was a disguise designed to unsettle, making him unrecognizable yet intimidating."Take a deep breath," Adam whispered, holding up the soft restraints with a lazy twirl. "It’s going to be a long night."Racheal tried to muster her pride, but her defiance wavered as he stepped closer. "You can’t... You won’t—"Adam crouched in front of her, his hands moving with steady precision as he guided her wrists together. “If you want the money,” he whispered, looping the silk around her skin, “you’ll do exactly as I say.”Her breathing hitched, but she stayed silent. Th
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,