"We’ve been waiting too long. What does he think he is?" Mr. Donovan Creed said as he slammed the table with a force that echoed through the room.
Every person seated at the long, polished table flinched at the sound, and their attention turned to him. "Mr. Creed, you need to calm down. I am sure he is on his way," the secretary said, standing there calmly. "Calm down? When we talk about power and time, I know you have no business with either. People like you can afford to waste all day in one place, but not someone like us. I don’t have the luxury of patience, nor do I tolerate incompetence. We’re not here to twiddle our thumbs while he takes his sweet time," Mr. Donovan Creed snapped. Around the table, the other executives exchanged uneasy glances. Some shifted uncomfortably in their seats, while others stared down at the documents in front of them, trying to avoid Mr. Creed’s piercing gaze. One of the senior members of the board, a man with graying hair and a nervous demeanor, cleared his throat. “Mr. Creed, perhaps they’ve been stuck in traffic or he had to go somewhere before coming here...” Mr. Donovan Creed looked at him, then sharply shifted his head elsewhere. ….……… The sun beat down on the sleek black Lamborghini as its engine roared through the streets of California. He sat with an air of confidence, his tailored suit hugging his athletic, finely sculpted body. His perfectly styled hair barely moved as he gazed out... "Sir, we’re almost there," the driver said as they came to a stop at the red light. ….……………………. "Exactly what I was saying," one man said as he adjusted himself. "This is ridiculous. We’ve been sitting here for over an hour. I’ve got meetings lined up and deals waiting to close. How does he expect us to respect his time when he clearly doesn’t respect ours?" Mr. Henderson added. "I have had enough," Mr. Creed said as he slammed the table again and stood up. "I will be taking my leave… I am not here to play waiting games. It’s insulting," he added. "I’m with you, Creed. I can’t waste my precious time here," a man with an oval head said as he stood up. ….…………… "Welcome, Mr. Max Ethan Anderson," the security guard said, his voice filled with respect as he watched Mr. Anderson step out of the Lambo. His polished black shoe hit the pavement with purpose. He adjusted his tailored suit jacket with a swift, practiced motion, his fingers brushing over the smooth fabric as he straightened his posture. His eyes, sharp and unyielding, scanned the surroundings as his bodyguards, dressed in dark suits, stepped out in unison and flanked him closely. Immediately, the door swung open, a wave of silence fell over the hall. Conversations halted mid-sentence, footsteps stilled, and even the air seemed to hold its breath. The towering figure of Max Ethan Anderson stepped inside, and with his arrival, the entire energy of the space shifted. His presence alone commanded attention; every moment he exuded power. Every eye followed him as he made his way through the company’s grand entrance. With a glance at his cufflinks, he strode confidently with his team of bodyguards trailing closely behind him. ….………. “Mr. Donovan Creed, I just got a message… he’s just entered the building,” the secretary stammered as he hurried behind him, a slight tremble in his voice. Mr. Creed waved a "no, no" sign as he made his way to the door. Just as they rushed towards it, the door swung open with a quiet, deliberate creak, revealing Max Ethan Anderson. He stepped inside with a commanding presence, his face expressionless yet radiating authority. His sharp gaze scanned the room, taking in each person who had been waiting for him. Everyone stood up almost instinctively, as if they were all pulled by an unseen force. The room fell into complete silence... eyes followed his every step. Without a word, Anderson made his way to the head of the table. He didn’t pause or acknowledge the tension. His movements were smooth and calculated, as if he had all the time in the world yet owned every second of it. As he reached his seat, he adjusted his jacket slightly before sitting down. His mere presence was enough to silence even the murmurs. He looked up finally, and his eyes met Mr. Creed’s as he walked up to his seat. Without a word, he stood up from his seat and walked to the large screen at the front of the room as he starred at it for a moment. The tension in the room grew thicker as everyone wondered what was about to happen next. Almost unexpectedly, he turned to face them. “I owe you all an apology for the delay. Please accept my apology,” he began, his low but authoritative voice accompanied by a slight bow. “But today, we will make up for lost time. Today marks the beginning of a new chapter for this company.” Anderson's gaze swept across the room, locking eyes with every individual for a fleeting moment before resting on Mr. Creed. “However,” he said, his voice taking on a sharp edge, “not everyone in this room will be part of that future.” The room shifted uneasily as murmurs of confusion spread across the table while everyone exchanged nervous glances. Some whispered, while others hoped for it not to be them.. "What is going on?" someone murmured, their voice barely audible in the silence. Mr. Creed, visibly on edge, cleared his throat and sat up straighter. "Can we get over this and move on to why exactly this meeting was called on a holiday? Mr. Anderson, if there is something, I suggest you—" Just as he was about to finish, Mr. Anderson raised a hand to silence him. "I suggest you listen carefully, Mr. Creed," he said coldly and pressed a button on the screen behind him. A series of financial reports and names flashed up. Everyone’s eyes were drawn to the name of Mr. Creed's company, prominently displayed in red. "This," Anderson said, pointing to the screen, "is the partnership we can no longer afford to sustain. The connections you’ve fostered within this company have become toxic. You’ve undermined our progress, put our future at risk, and fostered alliances that are nothing short of a threat." “What nonsense are you uttering over there? Insanely mad...” Mr. Creed's face flushed with rage as he stood up. “We cannot move forward with snakes hidden in our midst. Your influence, your partnership....all ends today,” Anderson said. All eyes were on Creed now, his fists clenched in fury as Anderson stood there, unmoved. “You will regret this, little boy,” he spat, pointing his trembling hand directly at Max Ethan Anderson. “Do you have any idea what it took to bring me into this company? Do you have any idea what I’ve done for this company? Go and ask your father!” His voice grew louder, more venomous with each word. “It wasn’t just business; it was years of blood, sweat, and influence! I built this alongside him! You think you can just erase that?” His chest heaved as he glared at Anderson, his pride wounded. “You'll never be half the man your father was!” Creed's voice shook with fury. “You don’t know what it means to run an empire!” His eyes scanned the room, blazing with anger. “You've declared war, and I hope you're ready for the fight.” With that, he shoved his chair back. The screeching of the metal against the floor echoed in the room as he turned and stormed out, his footsteps heavy. Two other executives exchanged glances, then, after a long, heavy breath, they stood and followed him out, their departure just as loud and defiant. “If there is anyone else who wishes to follow them,” Anderson said sharply, his gaze sweeping the room, “do so now. I won’t tolerate distractions from here on out.” His voice was calm but commanding, sending a ripple of uncertainty through the remaining executives. They exchanged uneasy murmurs, glancing at each other. Mr. Henderson, after a long pause, slowly stood. His eyes scanned the room one last time before he quietly walked out. ….…………………….. Rhan’s ghetto “Ryan, we can't keep doing this. My wedding is in 12 days,” Lena whispered, her voice trembling. Ryan’s eyes burned with intensity as his hands slid firmly around her waist, pulling her against him. “Damn that wedding, Lena,” he growled, his lips brushing against her ear. “We can't stop. We're addicted to this, to us.” Before she could respond, their lips collided in a fiery kiss, their breaths mingling as if nothing else mattered. The heat between them was undeniable,dangerous and consuming. Lena’s heart pounded in her chest, her mind screaming for reason, but her body betrayed her, melting into his touch. Her fingers danced across Ryan's chest, tracing the hard lines of his muscles beneath his shirt. The way his hands gripped her hips sent shivers down her spine, igniting every nerve. She bit her lip, trying to suppress the moan building inside her as his lips trailed down her neck, igniting her skin like fire. “Ta—take me, take me please!” she managed to utter the words as her body trembled with desire. Without another word, Ryan scooped her up effortlessly, their lips never breaking contact as he kissed her fiercely. With one swift motion, he kicked open the door and carried her inside with an almost primal urgency. He lowered her onto the bed, her body sinking into the soft sheets as she let out a gasp, pounding on the mattress with excitement, a smile curved on her lips. Ryan stood at the edge of the bed and slowly removed his shirt, revealing his toned body, every muscle defined. His six-pack abs rippled with every breath, and the faint line of his pelvis teased just above his waistband. Lena's eyes locked on him, and she knew it was about to go down.“Are they trying to disgrace me even more?” Mr. Creed muttered under his breath, his face twisted with anger.Before he could take a few steps out of the company’s building, a sea of reporters and flashing cameras descended on him like vultures. The barrage of questions hit him from all sides.“Mr. Creed, we just heard your partnership with Hansol Group Corporation has been terminated! How does it feel, considering the fact that you’ve been working with them for over 18 years? Since this company actually started, do you think the ex-chairman’s son is trying to bring you down after all your hard work?”Creed’s eyes darkened with fury as his guards quickly stepped in, blocking the crowd from getting too close. With a firm grip on his arm, they guided him toward his car, clearing the path as best they could. But the questions kept coming, swirling around him like a storm he couldn’t escape.“Mr. Creed, is this the end of your legacy with the company, or should I rather say the fall of yo
"And if given this opportunity, I promise to propel this company to global dominance and make it the best in the world," she declared, her eyes sparkling like diamonds, radiating pure joy and unwavering ambition as she sat up straight.Her hair was styled in a sleek high ponytail, and her vibrant red dress perfectly accentuated her flawless skin.The man looked up at her, and a smug smile spread across his face. "How about you make my d*** go global?" he said, letting out a booming laugh that echoed through the room.“Huh,” she mumbled, taken aback as she tried to process the unexpected remark."Don’t tell me you don’t know what I meant,PRETTY GIRL!" he continued with a smirk as he stood up, brushing off the crudeness with a casual wave of his hand. "Just a joke, by the way," he added as he moved behind her, his presence lingering a little too close."I know you just rehearsed this... that’s what you young girls do these days," he said in a mocking tone."You come in here, rattling of
"Let’s see how things go tomorrow. I’m pretty sure you’ll land a good-paying job with all those qualifications..." Naomi said as they strolled down the narrow road.Kristen walked quietly beside her, lost in her thoughts, her gaze fixed on the ground."Come on, cheer up. You’ve only been here two days, and I just know tomorrow will turn out great," Naomi added, nudging Kristen lightly with her elbow.Kristen nodded and smiled softly."I’m happy to have you back," Naomi said, wrapping her arms around Kristen from behind in a warm hug as they continued walking.Kristen giggled softly. "I’m happy to be here too," she replied, letting herself lean into the comfort of Naomi’s embrace.As they continued down the road, Kristen's eyes caught sight of a white house at the end of the street. She paused mid-step, a puzzled look crossing her face. "Wait... there wasn’t any house here three years ago," she murmured, tilting her head to the side.Naomi chuckled softly beside her. "Oh, you still rem
The morning sun cast its golden light upon the mansion, as the flowers swayed gracefully in the garden."Gracious Lord, my rice porridge on the fire!"Mrs Sophia exclaimed as she set down the watering can heavily on the ground and quickly rushed through the garden to enter the house...…..."This is it, I need to get out of here," Kristen whispered to herself, darting out from her hiding spot. The entrance door was ajar, and with a surge of urgency, she sprinted toward it. Just as she reached the threshold, ready to make her escape, a voice pierced the air."Excuse me, who are you?" The voice halted her in her tracks. Kristen froze, her breath catching as she turned slowly to face the speaker."Oh, you must be the maid that the 'Your Home We Care' agency sent,"Mrs Sophia’s voice softened as she hurried over. Kristen nodded her head quickly and frantically.Her heart pounded in her chest as she swallowed hard, forcing a nervous smile on her face whileMrs Sophia approached her."We nee
Mr Donovan Creed’s residence"Damn it, I want them dead! Every single one of the Andersons... I don’t care what it takes. I will strip everything from them!" Mr. Creed snarled, his voice echoing as he slammed the door behind him. In his hand, he held a crumpled copy of the Daily Graphic, his fingers tightening around the paper as his rage boiled over. "I will end them all!" he bellowed, his eyes wild with fury.He stormed across the room, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he glanced down at the front page....his own face glaring back at him. "Rubbish...nonsense," he growled through clenched teeth."Valtooooorrrrrrr!" Creed roared, his voice filled with venom. "I will make you pay! You’ve put your hands in a tiger’s mouth... you have no idea what you’ve just started." His fists shook with barely controlled anger as he stared into the void....….………………….Meyer Tower Hotel"I’ve already arranged a place for you and your guests, Mr. Erik Meyer," Mr. Valtor said with a broad smile as he
"I'll take care of it, sir. Why don’t you go back home and get some rest? Your wedding is in two days, you’ll need it," Mr. Green said, reaching to collect the files in front of Mr. Anderson."What’s the difference? It’s just another business deal, nothing major… you don’t have to worry about me," Anderson replied sharply as he leaned back in his chair."At least she’s the only one you have a heart for…" Mr. Green added, and Anderson shot him a look.….…………………………………..MallLena moved smoothly through the aisles, pulling dresses and accessories off the racks. Without a word, she began piling them into Kristen's arms, causing Kristen to stagger back, unprepared for the sudden load."Hey, don’t lag too far behind," Lena called over her shoulder, barely glancing at Kristen, who was struggling to keep the dresses from slipping to the floor. As they turned a corner, Lena spotted a gleaming display of heels and strode over for a closer look.She picked up a pair of white satin heels adorned
The morning light cast a magical glow over the white filled hall, where everything shimmered like freshly fallen snow. The room was filled with guest, all dressed in shades of white.Their laughter and chatter mingled harmoniously with the gentle piano music playing softly in the background. Bundles of white roses lined the aisle, their delicate petals carefully scattered along the path leading to the altar.Cameramen flashing lights left and right“I knew I made the right choice with you for my only daughter,” Mr. Erik said warmly. His white suit was pristine and his silver hair was neatly brushed back. Holding a glass of champagne, he beamed with pride as he watched Max approach.Max dressed in a perfectly tailored white suit, walked over with a composed expression. A respectful smile played on his lips as he extended his hand meeting Mr. Erik’s approving nod.“You’re a brave young man,” Mr. Erik continued with genuine admiration. “Not just anyone could stand here today, ready to ta
Kristen tried to scream for help but her voice was muffled beneath the heavy veil as she and Mr. Erik stood before the massive hall. The soft sound of piano music floated through the air and her heart raced wildly.“Is everything all right, my love?” Mr. Erik asked as he leaned closer with concern.Kristen shook her head quickly as she trembled with fear. He gently squeezed her hands and smiled warmly..The doors opened before them revealing the grand wedding set and everyone in the hall rose to their feet and faced their direction with their eyes directly on her. She could barely breathe as the weight of it all pressed down. “I... I think I might faint,” Kristen whispered, her voice wavering.As Kristen stood frozen at the entrance, Mr. Erik leaned in and whispered, “One step at a time, my love.” Her heart raced as she took one step down the aisle.The soft melody of the piano pierced her chest and she could feel sweat slipping down her skin beneath her dress.All eyes were on her wi
"What do we have here, Tyrese?" the man said as he exhaled a puff of smoke and stubbed out his cigar in a bowl beside him. He rose to his feet and approached Tyrese with a casual swagger."Long time no see, my dawg. So, what’s the call for today’s visit... a kill or a kidnap?" he asked with a crooked smile, his tone laced with mockery.Without a word, Tyrese pulled out a photograph and handed it over."Whoa," the cigar man muttered, snatching the photo and studying it closely with his head tilted slightly. "What do you want us to do with this little angel?"Tyrese stood silent, his expression cold.The cigar man glanced up with a smirk on his face. "Huh?" he said."Boss, what her?" Tyrese finally broke the silence."It’s a kidnap, then," the cigar man said as he went back to his chair, still clutching the photo.Tyrese nodded firmly."I see," the cigar man murmured, his fingers tapping against the armrest as he thought. "How do we find her?""I’ll send you the details and everything yo
"I need to get out of here," Kristen muttered as she regained consciousness. Her eyes darted around, her chest heaving as panic set in. She threw the blanket aside and jumped out of the bed, her bare feet hitting the cold floor.Without hesitation, she bolted to the door and twisted the knob frantically. It wouldn’t budge. She pulled harder, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. "No, no, no!" she exclaimed while using all her strength to yank it open.Desperation took over. Kristen slammed her fists against the wooden surface, pounding repeatedly as tears streamed down her face. "Let me out! Please, someone, let me out!" she screamed, her voice cracking.When no response came, she stepped back and threw her shoulder into the door, hoping to force it open. The impact sent pain shooting through her arm, but she tried again, gritting her teeth as she leaned her entire weight into each hit. Minutes felt like hours as she struggled, sweat beading on her forehead. Just when she though
"What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be home with your husband?" he asked, his voice low as he looked down at her swaying figure. Before she could answer, she stumbled forward and collapsed into his arms. Instinctively, he caught her and held her steady before she could fall to the floor."I want to be with you," she muttered, her words slurred as she weakly hit his chest with her fist. The strong scent of alcohol wafted up to him, confirming what he already suspected.Without wasting a moment, he sighed. "You’re drunk," he said under his breath but his grip on her remained firm."I’m doomed," she whispered dramatically, her body going limp as she rested against him. "I’m a dead person," she mumbled, waving her hands aimlessly in the air.He shook his head, his jaw tightening as he bent down, lifting her into his arms and carrying her inside.As he placed her gently on the bed, she grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer until he was on top of her. Her glassy eyes, hazy fro
"Hahaha, look! The groom and his bride," Mr. Erik said as he stepped out of the sleek car with a grin, his friends following closely behind.At the same time, Mr. Valtor and Mrs. Julia exited their vehicle their expressions unreadable as they entered the scene."Dad!" Lena called out her voice light and sweet as she rushed toward Mr. Erik. Her shimmering gold dress sparkled under the lights as she threw her arms around him in a warm embrace.Max stood a few steps behind, now dressed in a sharp suit that perfectly matched Lena’s outfit. His posture was composed but his eyes flickered with questions.Lena pulled back, turning her radiant smile toward the group. "He wanted to show me a place that means a lot to him," she said with a soft laugh, glancing briefly at Max. "That’s why we left the wedding early. I’m sorry for the inconvenience."Mr. Erik raised his eyebrows and clapped Max on the shoulder with an approving grin. "Well done, Max! A man who knows how to treat his bride. That’s w
"What nonsense are you talking about? What do you mean they've left?" Mr. Valtor snapped angrily, glaring furiously at Mr. Green, who stood awkwardly in front of him."H...he said he’ll be back, Sir. We just need to calm down and wait for them," Mr. Green stammered as he struggled to find the right words."Rubbish, Green! Can you hear yourself speak? Get me the wedding planner immediately!" Mr. Valtor barked, his frustration evident in every word. "And call that insensible boss of yours. Tell him to return here immediately if he knows what's good for him!"With that, he stormed off.…As he turned the corner, he nearly collided with his wife, who looked equally distraught, her phone clutched tightly in her trembling hands.“Good, you’re here,” Mr. Valtor said sharply. “What did he say? Did you tell him to be back here within the next ten minutes?” he demanded.Mrs. Julia shook her head, her face pale as she nervously rubbed the phone between her fingers. “I couldn’t reach them, Valtor.
Kristen tried to scream for help but her voice was muffled beneath the heavy veil as she and Mr. Erik stood before the massive hall. The soft sound of piano music floated through the air and her heart raced wildly.“Is everything all right, my love?” Mr. Erik asked as he leaned closer with concern.Kristen shook her head quickly as she trembled with fear. He gently squeezed her hands and smiled warmly..The doors opened before them revealing the grand wedding set and everyone in the hall rose to their feet and faced their direction with their eyes directly on her. She could barely breathe as the weight of it all pressed down. “I... I think I might faint,” Kristen whispered, her voice wavering.As Kristen stood frozen at the entrance, Mr. Erik leaned in and whispered, “One step at a time, my love.” Her heart raced as she took one step down the aisle.The soft melody of the piano pierced her chest and she could feel sweat slipping down her skin beneath her dress.All eyes were on her wi
The morning light cast a magical glow over the white filled hall, where everything shimmered like freshly fallen snow. The room was filled with guest, all dressed in shades of white.Their laughter and chatter mingled harmoniously with the gentle piano music playing softly in the background. Bundles of white roses lined the aisle, their delicate petals carefully scattered along the path leading to the altar.Cameramen flashing lights left and right“I knew I made the right choice with you for my only daughter,” Mr. Erik said warmly. His white suit was pristine and his silver hair was neatly brushed back. Holding a glass of champagne, he beamed with pride as he watched Max approach.Max dressed in a perfectly tailored white suit, walked over with a composed expression. A respectful smile played on his lips as he extended his hand meeting Mr. Erik’s approving nod.“You’re a brave young man,” Mr. Erik continued with genuine admiration. “Not just anyone could stand here today, ready to ta
"I'll take care of it, sir. Why don’t you go back home and get some rest? Your wedding is in two days, you’ll need it," Mr. Green said, reaching to collect the files in front of Mr. Anderson."What’s the difference? It’s just another business deal, nothing major… you don’t have to worry about me," Anderson replied sharply as he leaned back in his chair."At least she’s the only one you have a heart for…" Mr. Green added, and Anderson shot him a look.….…………………………………..MallLena moved smoothly through the aisles, pulling dresses and accessories off the racks. Without a word, she began piling them into Kristen's arms, causing Kristen to stagger back, unprepared for the sudden load."Hey, don’t lag too far behind," Lena called over her shoulder, barely glancing at Kristen, who was struggling to keep the dresses from slipping to the floor. As they turned a corner, Lena spotted a gleaming display of heels and strode over for a closer look.She picked up a pair of white satin heels adorned
Mr Donovan Creed’s residence"Damn it, I want them dead! Every single one of the Andersons... I don’t care what it takes. I will strip everything from them!" Mr. Creed snarled, his voice echoing as he slammed the door behind him. In his hand, he held a crumpled copy of the Daily Graphic, his fingers tightening around the paper as his rage boiled over. "I will end them all!" he bellowed, his eyes wild with fury.He stormed across the room, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he glanced down at the front page....his own face glaring back at him. "Rubbish...nonsense," he growled through clenched teeth."Valtooooorrrrrrr!" Creed roared, his voice filled with venom. "I will make you pay! You’ve put your hands in a tiger’s mouth... you have no idea what you’ve just started." His fists shook with barely controlled anger as he stared into the void....….………………….Meyer Tower Hotel"I’ve already arranged a place for you and your guests, Mr. Erik Meyer," Mr. Valtor said with a broad smile as he