2025-04-19 22:54:25Aiden looks around before whispering, “give me more time, Beatrice. Just a little more time.”
“I can't, sir,” she says, sounding a bit…desperate. Aiden can't really tell but he's damn sure something is wrong with her because she is rarely nervous. “Give me say one hour,” Aiden whispers, looking around the room to be sure no one is near. “Sir, you said you were going to be back within three years, it's past that time and you don't seem ready to be coming.” “Come on, Beatrice, be a little more patient with me.” “If you don't come here within the next thirty minutes, I'm sorry, I'm going to have to quit. You didn't tell me the company was going to expand this big when we started.” Just as she hangs up, Aiden hears a male rough voice at the other end that sends some chill—chill of bloodshed—down his spine. “Shit,” he curses under his breath. He turns around and bumps directly into his wife. His heart skips a beat. Has she been listening to the conversation all these while? “Who is Beatrice?” Is the first thing she asks him. His heart skips another beat as he tries to form a fast believable lie. “Babe,” he calls with a smile. He tries to hug her but she pulls away. Shit. “Oh.. Beatrice? She's just some woman I saw along the street.” “Along the street? When?” Damn. He's really screwed this time. How can he explain how he met some woman when he barely leaves the house? “Come on, babe, don't you trust me?” He asks before realizing that's the most stupid answer to give people of this gender… And of course, she has a frown on her pretty face now as she comes closer to him. “Is she someone I know?” “Come on, babe…she's…Beatrice is just a woman I brushed into in the grocery store. I helped her get her things and…kind of…her things fell and I got it for her. She only called to thank me for what I did.” “I rather she doesn't call. Next time, babe, tell her you are married.” “Of course. I will. But I'm sure she won't call me again.” She walks off like it is all over but Aiden is sure as hell it's nothing close to over but still, he feels some damn relief in his chest as she leaves. Too much for having a super jealous woman as a wife. “Where is that idiot? Is he waiting for me to call him outside?” Aiden hears Bryan's voice outside. Quickly, he packs the dishes to the kitchen. Some seconds later, he comes outside. Bryan is posed against the wall like some fucking big boss of the city with headphones over his head. He throws the car key toward Aiden as Aiden approaches him. “Follow the address on the dashboard,” is all he hears from Bryan throughout the rest of the ride. Some minutes later, Aiden stops the car in front of a clubhouse. He glances around, unable to contain his surprise. Who the hell goes to clubs in the broad daylight? Without any word, Bryan gets out of the car, slamming the door after him. He's barely out of the car when a few women run to him, hugging him tightly. He slaps their butts, tells them some shit Aiden can't make out and the women burst out laughing. The women on either side of him, he walks up to some men with whom they both go inside the club. Aiden hisses under his breath. He dials a number on his phone. “Good morning, Mr—” “Is there a party in your club this morning?” “If you want, sir, I'll send everyone here out, just say the word.” “When is the party supposed to end?” “Four p.m, sir.” Aiden hangs up. He gets out of the car and slams the door. That stupid guy actually came here to party? He clearly doesn't give a damn about the company whether it folds up or not. He hisses under his breath as he flags down a cab that drives him to the company. He strides into the company through the secret backdoor. The last time he came here, the security men mistook him for some fucking beggars and he had to blow his identity as the owner of the company. He ascends the last step leading to Beatrice's office. He knocks once on the door and opens it. “Hello?” He greets but an empty office greets him back.
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An unexpected panic seizes him out of nowhere. Did Beatrice really leave? He grabs his phone from his pocket and dials her number. A phone is ringing on the table. He walks toward it. He checks the caller. It's his own number. A sigh of relief escapes his lips. Damn. Experienced once, the last thing Aiden ever wants again is for some people he really cares about to disappear from his life. But…where did Beatrice leave without her phone? The phone rings again. This time, from a restricted number. At first he doesn't want to answer it but recalling Beatrice's desperate voice over the phone, he swipes the answer button. “Oh…I see you are finally here,” a male voice says at the other end. “The bitch you have been using as a disguise is here.” Aiden can't recognize the voice but he…His grip tightens on the phone. “What are you going to do now? I could kill her,” the voice mocks a
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Shoes in hands, shirt sticking to the part of his body from sweat, Aiden rushes into his father-in-law’s dressing room. He falls on his knees and drops the shoes in front of his father-in-law’s feet. “Is Harper ready?” His father-in-law asks his mother-in-law. “She should. We can't afford to be late tonight,” she says. “If the owner of the Vicholas group is really coming tonight, we are the luckiest family on earth.”“Tell me about it,” Aiden's father-in-law steps into the shoes. “It's all thanks to Wesley when you think about it. Just imagine he didn't inform us of this opportunity. Such a kindhearted young man,” Aiden's mother-in-law adds.Still on his knees, Aiden knows the message his mother-in-law is trying to pass across. That he's the poor wicked man holding on to her daughter but Aiden doesn't say anything. He's already been through a lot of shit in a day, all he wants now is for them to leave the house so he can have a bit of solitude. “Let me go get Harper, honey,” Aid
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Aiden holds the phone between his shoulder and head as he arranges some dishes in the kitchen. “Tell me what is really happening.” Since when did he start getting involved in boring shit like signing contracts?“Sir…actually…” There is a long silence at the other end before the man starts to talk again, “my sister is scheduled for a surgical operation tomorrow.” “What the fuck!” Aiden snaps. “Just what are you trying to paint me as? The fucking bad boss?” “I'm sorry, sir,” the person at the other end says. “Fuck you. You're really going to pay for this after the surgery.” Aiden ends the call, dials a number to arrange for a chopper to get the man, his personal assistant, to his (his personal assistant’s) sister. How many times does Aiden have to tell this man that family comes before work? Aiden hurries into his room, takes off his sweat soaked shirt and changes into a new one, cursing under his breath all the while. He used to be like his personal assistant and he's paying the
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Wesley shakes his head slowly. “How did I get here?” He laughs. “You must think I'm some ordinary person because you see me way too frequently.” “My bad. I should be on my knees since you're some rare god. Sorry, I totally forgot,” Aiden mocks. Wesley looks around, his face totally red in anger. He'll let this slide for now. Since the head of the Vicholas group is some unknown person, he could be watching right now. He turns back to Aiden. “This phone you broke, you are going to pay it back to me in the worst way you can ever imagine.” Aiden shrugs. “Let's see how.” Wesley is going when a thought crosses his mind. He returns back. “By the way, can't you see how odd you look here? If I were you, I'd go out before people suspect I'm too low for this kind of gathering.” “What's—”“No, dude. No need to explain how insecure you feel about things like this. I'm a man too and I know how I'd feel if my wife were a hundred times richer than I am. But, just how long do you think this can
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A thought crosses Aiden's mind as he steps out of the dressing room. He sure knows Harper loves him but…remembering Wesley's words, he finds himself going across the hall to the party area. “Sir, you need to interview some of those who applied for the contract,” the man Park sent says after him. Aiden turns to the man. “Why?” The man walks closer to him. “Only five companies were chosen from the one thousand and eighteen companies that applied. So, you might need to be around to select the overall best company because we'll be needing just one.”Aiden nods. “I'll be back in a few seconds.” The man bows as Aiden strides into the hall where a soft music is now playing, the dance ground now filled up. At a glance, he scans the dance floor. There is no one who looks like Harper there. He glances at the tables around even though at the back of his mind, he knows Harper isn't some shy lady that will stay back on her seat while others are on the dance floor. Just as he's about to ch
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“I don't—what? If this is a joke, Sir, it's too creepy, I mean, what the…” the rest of the words hang in his throat as he sees that Aiden really meant what he said. Wesley straightens up, wears back his coat and hisses. “You must think this company of yours is worth something because everyone is all over the place wanting a contract with it.”“Will you leave my office if you're done ranting?” Aiden asks. “Trust me, no one is going to get this contract other than me. You'll come back to beg me. There is no one here who deserves this contract other than me.” With that, he goes out, slamming the door after him. Outside, Harper rushes to Wesley, hoping to hear some good news from her best friend but the look she sees on Wesley's face causes her to freeze. “Miss Harper, could you please come in?” A voice echoes around the room before she can ask Wesley any question.“Forget about the contract, they're all a bunch of fools anyway,” she hears Wesley say as she goes in. With cold hands a
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“Have you been sleeping since we left?!” She shoots a murderous glare at him. With a head bow, Aiden mutters some series of sorrys. “He's growing lazier day by day,” Aiden's father-in-law says. “Why won't he? All he does is wake up, eat, sleep and then repeat the circle over and over again.” “Mom…” Harper cries. Her mother looks at her. She opens her mouth to talk but soon closes it. “I'll let it slide this morning because of you, dear. But you…” she shoots another glare at Aiden. “Be prepared to start working before the end of this week. It's time you started contributing to this family. I can't continue feeding a useless full-grown man.” She hisses and goes in with her husband. Harper sighs as soon as they are gone. “You're not going to say anything to that either?” Aiden shrugs. “It's time to start working if you actually think about it.” “Damn! Do you know how much work you do in this house? Do you know how many hours of sleep— four hours of sleep is all you get everyday
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“He also gave you a contract?” Harper asks, bewildered. “Well…I don't want to say this, but I actually instructed him to give the contract to Harper because…” he shrugs. “I'm not really in need of the contract. I'm here to settle down, have a family and…things like that.” By the time he's done talking, all the other three people on the table are staring at him in surprise. “Wait a minute. I want to understand this…” Aiden's father-in-law says, “you gave out your contract to our company? For free?” Wesley chuckles. “Come on, dad, you're making it too much of a big deal. You're the only family I have if you actually think about it.”“Oh…my Wesley…” Aiden's mother-in-law cries. “You're too good to be true.”“Shit. Why would you do that?” Harper asks. “You're making me feel indebted to you.” “But…” Wesley quickly says. Once he misses this opportunity, he might not be able to get it back. “Actually…” he bites on his lower lip, staring into his plate. “I messed up.” “What's that?” Wes
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An unexpected panic seizes him out of nowhere. Did Beatrice really leave? He grabs his phone from his pocket and dials her number. A phone is ringing on the table. He walks toward it. He checks the caller. It's his own number. A sigh of relief escapes his lips. Damn. Experienced once, the last thing Aiden ever wants again is for some people he really cares about to disappear from his life. But…where did Beatrice leave without her phone? The phone rings again. This time, from a restricted number. At first he doesn't want to answer it but recalling Beatrice's desperate voice over the phone, he swipes the answer button. “Oh…I see you are finally here,” a male voice says at the other end. “The bitch you have been using as a disguise is here.” Aiden can't recognize the voice but he…His grip tightens on the phone. “What are you going to do now? I could kill her,” the voice mocks a
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Aiden looks around before whispering, “give me more time, Beatrice. Just a little more time.” “I can't, sir,” she says, sounding a bit…desperate. Aiden can't really tell but he's damn sure something is wrong with her because she is rarely nervous. “Give me say one hour,” Aiden whispers, looking around the room to be sure no one is near. “Sir, you said you were going to be back within three years, it's past that time and you don't seem ready to be coming.” “Come on, Beatrice, be a little more patient with me.” “If you don't come here within the next thirty minutes, I'm sorry, I'm going to have to quit. You didn't tell me the company was going to expand this big when we started.” Just as she hangs up, Aiden hears a male rough voice at the other end that sends some chill—chill of bloodshed—down his spine. “Shit,” he curses under his breath. He turns around and bumps directly into his wife. His heart skips a beat. Has she been listening to the conversation all these while?
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The frown on Aiden's face deepens. Is this guy filming so something? “Mom!” He screams again. The next moment, Aiden's mother-in-law comes running into the room in her night dress. “Are you okay? Bryan!” She rushes to where he is and manages to get a hold on him. “Oh my goodness!” She screams in horror, examining Bryan's hand. Aiden takes a step closer to see the hand she's looking in horror at. He can't see anything wrong with it. “You bastard, what are you waiting for? Get me the first aid…no, dial the emergency number.” “Emergency?” Harper's voice calls across the room. She too comes running toward her brother. She stops dead, confusion on her face. “What is going on?” She asks.“Can't you see?” Her mother snaps. “Your brother is bleeding!” Harper looks toward Aiden in confusion as if trying to ask him if she's the only one seeing what she's seeing. Aiden shrugs slightly. This is actually the first time he'll be seeing a fully grown man making a fuss about a slight cut
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Aiden relaxes in his seat. “You said that the last time and…two times ago…and three times ago and what?” He scoffs. “You have been repeating the same old shit since I met you.” All the men on the table don't dare look Aiden in the face even though his face is all concealed with a mask and cap. “You have one more chance left. If any other worker dies due to your carelessness again, I'm giving the company over to another capable person,” Aiden says. Pissed off with the other people at the table, he gets on his feet and goes to the other end of the room. His phone rings. It's a call from his personal assistant. “How is the surgery going?” Aiden asks. “It was successful, sir. I called you to ask you something, sir.” “No. For now, take care of your sister. Family comes first.” “She's okay, sir. Trust me, sir. She's fine.” Aiden sighs. When you think you're a workaholic, you only have to meet Park and he'll definitely blow your mind away. “Two seconds ago when I checked, you had
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The other people in the room except Harper hisses. A phone rings, everyone in the ring springs toward the phone. Harper answers the call“I have checked all of the chairman's schedule but he won't be less busy in the next two months,” someone at the other end says. “Two months?! Come on, that's too long,” Harper says. “To be honest, people who want to meet with the chairman have to book the appointment five months to the scheduled time,” the person at the other end says. Harper sighs and so do the other people in the room. “Alright. Thanks.” “I'm just tired, dad,” Harper's brother says as soon as the call ends. “What are we going to do now, honey?” “At this rate, we might just lay off the workers and close the company down.” “How could you say that?” Harper snaps at her brother. “Harper? What's that supposed to mean?” “You can't be talking like that!” “Dad, did you just hear your daughter?” Harper's brother turns to their father. “This girl doesn't have a bit of respect f
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Outside by the door, Aiden notices a man walking toward him.At first, Aiden thinks it's because of the cigarette he's smoking. Not wanting some shitty conversation with some security men, he stubs the cigarette under his feet. But still the man comes closer. Bracing himself, Aiden waits, hands in his pocket. “Hand over all you have stolen,” the man says. Aiden frowns. “I saw you going from car to car. I have been watching you over there for the past few minutes,” the man says. Aiden frowns again. This man cannot be drunk, right?“Oh, you want to prove to be stubborn.” Aiden's phone beeps. He takes it out of his pocket. He reads the message.A man in black clothes is on your tail; the message reads. He looks at the man in front of him, the man is in black clothes. Swiftly, he grabs the man and drags him to a corner with dim light. Aiden pushes the man to the ground, his right boot presses tight against the man's chest.“Are you going to tell me now?” Aiden asks, his voice no
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“Where is the invitation to the party? He must have given you one when he invited you,” Aiden says. “When should I come pick you?” Wesley asks, deliberately ignoring that stupid question that Aiden asked. “That's true, Wesley, he must have given you an invitation or some sort,” Harper points out. “Come on, girl, don't pretend as if you don't know how things work. He didn't give me an invitation of any sort.” Harper frowns. “How is that possible?” “Wow. So you actually have to be given an invitation to every party?” Wesley asks. “Back in the US, you don't need an invitation if it's a really special party for special people. The owner of the Vicholas group must have had my picture given to the people manning the door.” “That's so cool,” Harper mutters. “But, are you okay? You look so stressed.” “I'm fine.” Harper signs. “I'm really fine.” “You don't have to be worried. I promise everything will be okay. If I knew things were going to get out of hand like this, I wouldn't have d
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“Oh, you don't have to look so sad about that,” Aidan's mother-in-law says. “I don't know how Harper will feel about it…we've…” he looks down, deliberately lowering his voice. “She's my best friend and I don't…I don't want to do anything that will make her feel bad.” “Oh, gosh, you're so sweet,” Aiden's mother-in-law says. “I already said that is nothing to worry about.” “But…” Wesley looks at Aiden, faking a concerned look. “Will you be okay with it?”Aiden scoffs. “I sure look okay. What damn sort of man will hear this shit you're saying and still remain sane?” “Aiden, this is going to be my last warning,” Aiden's father-in-law says. “Shut up right now.” Aiden looks at his father-in-law and shakes his head. “I'm sorry, sir, but there is no way this is going to happen when I'm still in this house.” “That's what you want? I can now see how ungrateful you are. Park your things and get out of this house,” Aiden's father-in-law orders. Immediately, Wesley gets on his feet in front
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“He also gave you a contract?” Harper asks, bewildered. “Well…I don't want to say this, but I actually instructed him to give the contract to Harper because…” he shrugs. “I'm not really in need of the contract. I'm here to settle down, have a family and…things like that.” By the time he's done talking, all the other three people on the table are staring at him in surprise. “Wait a minute. I want to understand this…” Aiden's father-in-law says, “you gave out your contract to our company? For free?” Wesley chuckles. “Come on, dad, you're making it too much of a big deal. You're the only family I have if you actually think about it.”“Oh…my Wesley…” Aiden's mother-in-law cries. “You're too good to be true.”“Shit. Why would you do that?” Harper asks. “You're making me feel indebted to you.” “But…” Wesley quickly says. Once he misses this opportunity, he might not be able to get it back. “Actually…” he bites on his lower lip, staring into his plate. “I messed up.” “What's that?” Wes
