Suffering from the inability to recognize faces, Carl Oswald struggles to navigate the world of high-stakes business and social obligations, unable to recognize even those closest to him. He has it all, looks, wealth, and the position of CEO in his father's prestigious company. But his life is far from perfect. To manage this hidden vulnerability, he hires Mia Miloslava Pankraz, a spirited young woman to be his secretary and help him connect with the world. Mia has spent years applying for a job at Livestrong Company, only to face constant rejection. Her perseverance finally pays off when she receives an unexpected call for an interview, landing a position that is far more complex than she ever imagined, as if that wasn’t enough, an arranged marriage by her grandfather and mother to someone she never expected. How does she navigate these unconventional arrangements? Will she opt for the job and decline the arranged marriage or will she toss aside her dreams to fulfill her grandfather's wish? Read on to find out………
View MoreTashi’s Growing Rage(Third-Person Point of View Tashi Matsuda had spent years by Carl Oswald’s side, believing—knowing—that she was the only woman who truly understood him. She had been patient, watching from the shadows, waiting for the moment when he would finally see her the way she saw him.But that moment never came.And now, it never would.Because of her.Mia Miloslava Pankraz.The woman Carl barely tolerated. The woman he was forced to marry. Yet, somehow, he was protecting her.Tashi had expected Carl to treat Mia like an obligation—nothing more. But instead, he was defending her. Subtly, perhaps. But still.It was enough to drive Tashi to the edge.She had wasted too much time waiting for Carl to come around. If he wasn’t going to acknowledge her, if he was going to let Mia take what should have been hers, then she would take everything from him.And she knew exactly how to start.By turning to the one man who had just as much reason to hate Carl as she did.Hans Oswald.
Ashley’s Move(Third-Person Point of View The evening air inside LiveStrong’s headquarters was cool, carrying the faint scent of polished wood and expensive cologne. Most employees had already left, but Ashley Kensington remained behind.She wasn’t here for work.She was here for him.Carl Oswald.The man who had always been just out of reach.The man she wanted—not for love, not for romance, but for power.Ashley adjusted her silk blouse, ensuring the buttons were open just enough to draw his attention without seeming desperate. She had spent years perfecting the art of seduction, using her beauty to get what she wanted. And tonight, she wanted him.Or at least, she wanted to ensure that Mia Miloslava Pankraz never had him.She found him in his office, exactly where she knew he would be. He was seated at his desk, focused on his laptop, his sleeves rolled up, revealing his strong forearms. His expression was unreadable, his sharp jawline tense with thought.Perfect.Ashley walked i
Carl’s Silent Protection(Carl’s Personal Point of View – I hated mistakes.Especially in my company.Especially in front of potential investors.And especially when they involved a deal I had been working on for months.The moment the presentation collapsed in that conference room, I felt a familiar irritation creeping up my spine.I had expected better from Mia.But as I sat back, watching her fumble through the mess, something didn’t sit right with me.Mia Miloslava Pankraz was many things—a woman forced into a marriage she didn’t want, a stubborn employee who didn’t fear me the way she should, and an unexpected distraction I didn’t need.But she wasn’t careless.She wasn’t the type to mess up an important presentation.And yet, she had.Or at least, that’s how it looked.The question was—why?I wasn’t the kind of man who jumped to conclusions.I believed in evidence. Logic. Control.And right now, everything pointed to one clear fact—Mia had failed.But something about her reacti
Hans’ Unresolved Mystery(Third-Person Point of View Hans Oswald was not a man who easily let things go.His mind was sharp, his instincts sharper. He had built his life on calculated decisions and an ability to read people within seconds.Yet, there was one person he couldn’t quite figure out.Mia Miloslava Pankraz.From the moment she walked into LiveStrong as Carl’s new secretary, something about her had felt familiar.The curve of her face, the way she carried herself, even the sharp retorts she gave when Carl underestimated her—it all tugged at something buried deep in his memory.But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t place where he had seen her before.And it was driving him insane.Hans sat in his office, fingers tapping rhythmically against his desk.His laptop was open, but the screen was a blur. He wasn’t focused on work.Instead, his thoughts kept drifting back to her.He had always been good with faces—except when it came to Carl, of course. Thanks to his prosopag
Mia’s Soft Side(Mia’s Point of View The night was quieter than usual.I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the moonlight filtering through the curtains. Sleep refused to come. My mind was restless, tangled with thoughts I couldn’t silence.Ever since I married Carl, I had expected indifference, maybe even hostility. But I never imagined I would find myself caring—even in the smallest ways.It was absurd.And yet, here I was, thinking about him.Earlier tonight, I had heard him. A muffled sound from down the hall, something between a groan and a gasp. It was faint, but in the silence of the mansion, it was enough to catch my attention.I hadn’t planned on knocking on his door.But my feet had moved before my mind could stop them.And when he opened it, the look in his eyes had shaken me.Carl Jasper was many things—arrogant, controlling, unreadable. But tonight, he had looked…Lost.For the first time, he wasn’t the cold and untouchable CEO. He wasn’t the man who made biting remar
Carl’s Nightmares(Carl’s Point of View – I woke up with a gasp.The room was dark, except for the dim glow from the bedside lamp I had forgotten to turn off. My heart was pounding, my throat dry, my entire body tense with the remnants of a nightmare I couldn’t escape.It was the same one.The accident.The screech of tires. The shattering glass. The smell of burning metal.And the worst part—her voice.“Carl, baby, don’t be scared.”I squeezed my eyes shut, but it didn’t help. The images were still there.My mother.Her blood on my hands.Her face, twisted in pain, trying to smile at me.I could still feel the warmth of her fingers brushing against my cheek before they went cold.And just like every time, I couldn’t move. I couldn’t stop it. I was trapped in a moment I could never change.I sucked in a sharp breath and ran a hand through my hair, trying to ground myself. My shirt was damp with sweat, my body trembling slightly from the intensity of the dream.I needed air.Throwing
Carl’s Frustration(Carl’s Point of View I wasn’t sure when it started.Maybe it was gradual—so slow that I didn’t notice.Or maybe it had always been there, lurking beneath my consciousness, waiting for the right moment to become a problem.Whatever the case, one thing was clear.Mia was a distraction.And I hated it.My morning had already been ruined.I had arrived at the office expecting a productive day, but instead, I had to deal with a mistake in a financial report.Tashi had been the one to bring it to my attention, her voice dripping with concern, as if she was doing me some great favor.And Mia?She had stood there, unwavering, refusing to take the blame.Something about the way she looked at me—calm but firm—made me hesitate.That hesitation annoyed me.I had built my entire career on decisiveness.I didn’t second-guess. I didn’t pause.Yet, with Mia… I did.And I needed to put a stop to it.As I sat in my office, trying to focus on the contract in front of me, my mind ke
Tashi’s Manipulations(Tashi’s POV I gripped my phone so tightly that my nails almost dug into my palm. The text I had just received from Carl was short and distant:"Busy with meetings. Talk when I'm free."Not I’ll see you later, not I miss you, not Let’s talk soon. Just a cold, empty brush-off.And I knew exactly why.Mia.Ever since she had entered his life, Carl had been different. At first, I convinced myself that she was nothing more than an employee—just a temporary fixture in his world. But lately, I had noticed things. The way his eyes followed her. The way his tone shifted when he spoke to her. The way he allowed her presence, despite his usual indifference to people outside his inner circle.Carl had always been mine. Mine.And I wasn’t about to let some nobody come between us.I had always known how to get what I wanted.It was simple—charm, persistence, and eliminating distractions.For years, I had played my part perfectly—waiting, supporting, standing by Carl’s side.
Unraveling ThreadsThird-Person POV Carl sat in his office, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the desk. The morning had been slow, yet his mind was restless, replaying the events of the previous night at the restaurant. No matter how much he tried to shake it off, something about his brief interaction with Mia kept tugging at the edges of his mind.It wasn’t just the way she had looked at him. It wasn’t just the way her hand had felt in his grip.It was something deeper.Something familiar.But how?Carl prided himself on having a sharp memory, yet he couldn’t place why Mia’s presence felt so unsettlingly recognizable. He had met countless women in his life—models, executives, socialites—but none had left an impression strong enough to make him feel this.He exhaled sharply and leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples.He was overthinking.That was the only explanation.The sound of the office door opening pulled Carl from his thoughts. He looked up, and there she was—Mia
Prologue "Hello, somebody help me, please! Anybody, can you hear me?" I called out, my voice echoing in the confined space."Keep your mouth shut and remain calm. No one can hear you," a gruff voice responded."Please, where am I? Why am I being tied up? I need to go back to my husband and family," I pleaded with my vision blurry.The short, bald man gave a long, mocking laugh. "Husband? The same husband who has rejected you and sold you out?""Sold? What do you mean sold? He would never do that," I said, my voice shaking."You have been sold, and you are going to meet your new owner. So stop screaming and preserve your strength. I will bring you food later." With that, he left.I sank to the floor as tears flooded my eyes….Being sold for the second time, here I was, tied up in a container on a ship in the middle of an ocean, heading to an unknown destination. The only thing I could remember was driving to the office to meet up with Carl for the investors meeting when a car ran int...
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