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
Damian clenched his fist. “This isn’t the place for a nobody like you—especially in a borrowed suit.”Adam gave a short laugh. “Borrowed? Damian, you really think a man like me would need to borrow anything?” His voice was calm, but his words dripped with scorn. “You still haven’t gotten over Zeus Hall, I see. How’s the arm?”Damian sneered. “You should’ve stayed in whatever gutter you crawled out of, Adam. Because the next time I get my hands on you—”“Spare me,” Adam interrupted, waving a dismissive hand. “You couldn’t stop me then, and you won’t stop me now.”Rhea crossed her arms, scoffing. “You’re delusional if you think you belong here. This is an event for people of importance. Not scum like you.” She smiled smugly. “When the general arrives, he’ll have you thrown out—or worse.”Adam’s grin widened. “Oh, the supreme general? I’d love to meet him.”Rhea raised her chin, eyes glittering with superiority. “You’re looking at the future wife of the supreme general. I’ll make sure he
The first thug lunged at Adam, throwing a punch aimed at his jaw. Adam sidestepped smoothly, his movements fluid and precise. Before the thug could react, Adam slammed an open palm into his chest. The man gasped, his ribs cracking under the force, and he flew backward, crashing into a table.The crowd gasped.The other mercenaries exchanged glances, momentarily stunned. But they quickly recovered, spreading out to attack Adam from all sides.Two came at him simultaneously—one swinging a baton toward his ribs, the other aiming a kick at his head.Adam ducked under the baton, twisting his body to avoid the kick, and retaliated with a brutal uppercut that shattered the kicker’s jaw. The man crumpled to the floor, groaning in pain.Without missing a beat, Adam caught the baton mid-swing, yanked it out of the thug’s hand, and used it to deliver a vicious blow to his knee. The man screamed, collapsing as his leg gave out.“Three down,” Adam said, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“I’ll take it then,” Reeves said, his expression lighting up with satisfaction. In fact, he looked almost gleeful as he turned to the staff and asked, “How do you feel after I’ve bought your dog for five million?”“Mr. Reeves, are you serious?” the staff member stammered, her eyes wide with disbelief.Reeves nodded confidently and wrote a check for five million dollars right away. When the staff took the check from his hand, she still seemed stunned, unable to process what was happening.Clement was so elated that he turned to Stacey and said, “Ms. Gold, can you do me a favor? Tell your hotel staff to have the dog killed and retrieve the pill from its stomach.”Stacey hesitated for a moment but then nodded. She quickly called two hotel employees over to take the pug away.It was only then that everyone in the room seemed to grasp what was going on. The initial fight between Clinton and Reeves over the dog hadn’t been about the animal at all. Instead, it was about the pill the pug had
Clinton looked utterly heartbroken, his shoulders sagging as disappointment swept over his face. Stacey, standing nearby, mirrored his dismay, her lips pressed into a thin line.“Ms. Gold, Mr. Clinton, Mr. Reeves—what are you doing?” Gerald asked, his confusion evident.Clinton sighed deeply, his expression darkening. Then, as if struck by a sudden realization, his eyes lit up with urgency. He turned toward the pug sitting innocently nearby and pointed at it. “Whose dog is this?”A staff member hesitantly stepped forward, her face pale with nervousness. “It’s mine, sir. I… I’m terribly sorry for bringing him here. It was unprofessional of me.”Stacey shot her a sharp look but quickly softened her tone. “Let this be the only time. Don’t let it happen again.”“Yes, Ms. Gold. Thank you!” The staff member bowed repeatedly in relief, but just as she began to leave with the pug, Clinton raised his voice.“Wait! Hold on!” he called out urgently.The staff froze mid-step, her heart racing. “Y
“Enough with the nonsense. You just got lucky with your guess. Don’t think you’re all that,” Henry said, rolling his eyes. Despite his dismissive tone, his fidgeting fingers betrayed his growing panic. David, sensing the tension, stepped forward with a scoff. “Even if Mr. Diamond’s painting is fake, it doesn’t change anything. He was deceived! He spent over ten million dollars on it—that’s worth far more than whatever trash you’re calling a gift.” Adam chuckled, his voice tinged with sarcasm. “Trash, you say? You’re calling the pill trash?” David snatched the small bottle from Adam’s hand, shaking it aggressively before pouring out a single black pill into his palm. “Look at this!” David held it up for everyone to see. “Who in their right mind would dare eat something like this? It’s nothing but a scam!” “Dad, look at this nonsense,” he added, handing the pill to Gerald. “Why should I waste my time looking at trash?” Gerald replied coldly, his face twisting in disgust as he
Stacey quickly understood Adam's intention and turned to an elderly man seated not far away. “Mr. Spark, you’re an expert in paintings. Could you help us authenticate this piece?”The room fell silent as all eyes turned to Charles Spark. Known as a renowned art expert, his opinion carried significant weight.One guest chimed in, “Mr. Charles Spark is a leading authority in the art world. If anyone can authenticate this painting, it’s him.”Another nodded in agreement. “But do we even need to go that far? Mr. Diamond wouldn’t dare gift a fake painting. He has a reputation to uphold!”“Exactly,” someone else added. “Ten million dollars is nothing to someone like him. Why would he risk his name over a counterfeit?”The murmurs of agreement spread through the room. Brian, however, felt a bead of sweat forming on his temple. His confidence wavered as he realized the scrutiny was about to intensify.Feigning nonchalance, Brian scoffed, “Authenticate it? That’s rich. But the painting has alr
Brian sneered with an air of superiority. “Well, brat, did you notice anything? Or are you just bluffing again?” Adam didn’t respond immediately. Instead, a playful smile danced across his lips as he picked up a glass of water from the table. He swirled the water in his mouth, as if savoring it, but he didn’t swallow. In a sudden, unexpected move, Adam sprayed the water directly onto the painting. “What are you doing?!” “How dare you?!” The room erupted in chaos. Wendy’s face turned beet red as she jumped to her feet, her finger shaking as she pointed at Adam. Brian was equally furious, his fists clenched tightly. Even Brenda, Gerald, and several other guests stared at Adam in disbelief. “You lunatic!” Wendy’s voice trembled with rage. “That painting is worth millions! How dare you destroy it? You must pay for this, or I swear you won’t leave here alive!” Tessa’s expression shifted from shock to anger as she shouted, “Adam, what are you doing? Are you out of your mind?” She gr
“Adam, I’m begging you. Please, just stop spreading these rumors.” Tessa’s voice trembled with a mix of frustration and disbelief, her gaze fixed on Adam with evident disappointment.She had always thought Adam had a tendency to boast, but this was different. This wasn’t mere exaggeration; it was crossing a line. Her chest tightened as the reality sank in—she was beginning to lose faith in him.Adam, however, remained calm. His sharp gaze locked onto Brian as he asked, “If you’re so confident it’s not a fake, would you allow me to inspect it?”Wendy, unable to hide her irritation, scoffed. “Inspect it? Do you even hear yourself? That painting is worth millions! How dare someone like you even think of inspecting it?”“Exactly!” Brenda chimed in, her arms crossed in disdain. “You have no right to touch something that valuable. If you so much as leave a smudge on it, you’ll be paying for it for the rest of your life!”Brian smirked arrogantly, adjusting his pristine designer watch as he
Gerald’s expression darkened further, his patience wearing thin. If it weren’t for Adam’s association with Stacey, he might have lashed out already. He clenched his fists, suppressing his growing annoyance.Meanwhile, Brian, oblivious to Gerald’s restraint, sneered disdainfully. “How shameless can you be? Offering this junk as a gift? It’s downright embarrassing.”“He’s absolutely right,” Wendy chimed in, her tone dripping with contempt. She rolled her eyes dramatically and added, “Just look at Mr. Diamond. His gift is worth millions, while yours is nothing but a worthless trinket.”Adam let out a quiet chuckle, his smirk widening. “I’ve been holding back, trying to ignore the two of you. But you’ve pushed me too far. Since you seem so eager, I have no choice but to expose the truth.”The sudden shift in his tone caught the room’s attention. Brian and Wendy exchanged uneasy glances but quickly masked their unease with indignation.“Expose us? You?” Wendy scoffed, crossing her arms. “W
“What? How dare you curse me?” Gerald’s voice thundered through the hall, his expression darkening with fury.“I’ve told you before—he’s nothing but an ungrateful wretch. Do you believe me now, Grandpa?” Brenda sneered, seizing the opportunity to pile on the insults.“How dare you curse Grandpa? Apologize to him immediately!” Richard roared, his face contorted with anger.“What are you waiting for?” Eleanor shouted at Adam, her voice trembling with rage. “Do you want to drag us all down with your reckless behavior? Apologize now!”Their frustration was palpable. Despite their disdain for Adam, he was still tied to their family through marriage. If Gerald's anger boiled over, it would spell disaster for everyone associated with him.“Adam, you’ve crossed the line this time! Apologize to Grandpa right away,” Tessa demanded, her face flushed with anger and embarrassment.The crowd, sensing the mounting tension, erupted into a chorus of condemnation.“What kind of son-in-law dares to curs
After all, Bulgart Industry was the leading company in the world. Compared to them, the Diamond family was insignificant. Moreover, the Supreme General’s terrifying underworld organizations was not something the Diamond family would dare to provoke.By now, most of the guests had arrived, and the banquet was about to begin. But before the festivities could commence, an important tradition took center stage—the gift-giving ceremony.Henry was the first to stand, holding an exquisite vase in his hands. He stepped forward confidently and addressed Gerald. “Grandpa, this antique vase cost me eight million dollars. I hope it brings you joy and prosperity on your birthday.”The crowd murmured in approval, nodding at the sight of the lavish gift. Gerald smiled warmly, clearly pleased with Henry’s gesture.“What a thoughtful gift,” someone whispered.Next, Brian rose with a proud smile, presenting a rolled-up painting carefully encased in protective wrapping. He handed it to Gerald with a sli