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,
Racheal stirred awake, her body still tingling from the previous night’s intense encounter. Confusion washed over her as she blinked against the morning light filtering through the curtains. She turned to the other side of the bed, expecting to see Adam, but the sheets were cold and empty. Panic gripped her. Had it all been a cruel joke?Her heart skipped a beat, and unease crept in like a slow chill. She sat up abruptly, scanning the room for any sign of him—his clothes, his scent, anything to indicate he hadn’t vanished. “Adam?” she called, her voice breaking slightly. The room echoed back with silence, amplifying her dread.She snatched her phone off the nightstand, her fingers trembling as she scrolled through her contacts. She pressed Adam’s number and held the phone to her ear, biting her lip anxiously. It rang once. Twice. Then straight to voicemail.“Dammit,” she muttered under her breath, tossing the phone aside. Her mind raced with questions. Did he just use me and leave? Wa
“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
Racheal lay curled up on her bed, her pillow soaked with tears, her body still aching from the emotional abuse hurled at her by her family earlier. Every harsh word they spat echoed in her head—“Stupid!” “Useless!” “How could you trust that bastard?”She pressed her hands to her ears as if it would block out the insults. Her heart felt heavy, and anger bubbled beneath her pain. How could I have been so foolish? Why did I ever think Adam would help me?Her phone buzzed beside her, interrupting her thoughts. She wiped her eyes and glanced at the screen. Adam.Her blood boiled. She didn’t want to hear his voice, but rage overtook her, and she snatched up the phone. “What the hell do you want, you bastard?!” she screamed into the receiver. “Haven’t you done enough?”There was a pause on the other end before Adam’s voice came through, smooth and calm. “Racheal,” he said softly, “I know you hate me right now, and I understand. But we need to talk.”“Talk?” she scoffed bitterly, gripping the
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