“Uncle Tom, how much farther do we have to go?” Lena lifted her skirt slightly as she followed Tom out of the main hall, down a long corridor that became more and more isolated with each step. Her ill-fitting heels chafed painfully against the back of her heels, turning each step into pure agony.
“Just a bit further; the person I’m introducing you to is right over there,” Tom replied, his tone now vastly different from the friendly one of fifteen minutes earlier, as if afraid she’d turn and leave. They passed a few steps and arrived at a door with elaborate decorations. The doorman swung it open, and sounds seeped through the gap, eerily reminiscent of the kind she’d heard at the club a few days earlier. — “Boss, it seems Miss Carrington has left the main hall,” Alaric’s assistant whispered by his side. “Good. As long as she knows how to get home.” “It looks like she didn’t head home, though. I think she went off somewhere else with someone.” Alaric paused, frowning slightly. “Somewhere else?” The assistant, gauging his expression, offered, “Should I go check…?” “No need,” Alaric interrupted. “Where she goes has nothing to do with me. Don’t inform me of her whereabouts again.” — “Uncle, what’s… this?” Once inside, Lena saw another thick velvet curtain separating them from what lay beyond. Her heartbeat quickened involuntarily, sensing the type of situation behind the drape. “Just behave once you’re in, and you’ll get what you want,” Tom said, his voice laced with something ominous. Lena froze. “Uncle, is this… I don’t—” “Didn’t you say you’d do whatever it takes?” Tom’s face was now devoid of its usual warmth. Before she could protest, he pushed her through the curtain, causing her to stumble and fall to her knees on the carpeted floor. The jolt left her hands burning, but she forced herself upright. “Well, well, who’s this?” A man with a slight accent chuckled. In the dim room, Lena hadn’t looked up yet, but she could make out a pair of shoes and trouser legs in front of her. Judging by his tone, he was neither young nor frail. Tom rubbed his hands together. “Mr. Ridley, you might not recognize her since you’re new here, but she’s known around these parts as one of the prettiest girls from a wealthy family.” The man, leaning back with his arms draped over the sofa, seemed intrigued. “Oh? And how’d she end up here, then?” “Well, her family business, Carrington Properties, is about to go under. She needs someone influential to rely on, so I thought of introducing her to you.” Keaton Ridley didn’t care much about her background; tales of girls like this only added a bit of spice to their beauty in his eyes. Lena turned to look at Tom, eyes wide in disbelief. How could the man who’d always been so kind to her push her into another trap? Unhappy with only seeing her profile, Keaton leaned down, gripping her chin to turn her face fully towards him. His rough fingers pressed into her thin cheeks, a smirk curling his lips. She was a lovely one, he thought—the dress hugged her slender frame well, and her eyes, though fierce, still glimmered in the low light. “Alright, she can stay.” Those words felt like a death sentence. Lena wrenched herself free from his hand, looking desperately towards Tom as he turned to leave, smiling. “Uncle, please, I don’t want this.” Tom’s smile faded. “Lena, stop acting out. Mr. Ridley’s family is powerful. If he’s on your side, you could settle any lawsuit… maybe even help your family’s company recover. All you have to do is…” “No, anything but this! Please, take me out of here!” Lena’s voice shook as she begged him, terrified of being left alone in the room with Ridley, where no one would hear her call for help. Tom sighed in frustration. “You said you’d do whatever it took, so I brought you here. You’re lucky he’s even interested.” “What’s going on here, Tom?” Ridley asked, crossing his arms, his voice growing annoyed. “Didn’t you make it clear this girl was willing?” Seeing a glimmer of hope, Lena clung to it. “I swear, I had no idea this was going to happen. Please, just let me leave.” Ridley scowled, while Tom, avoiding his gaze, broke into a sweat. “Let me just talk to her; she’ll agree. It’s a great opportunity for her…” “No! When I said I’d do anything, I didn’t mean… this.” Lena’s voice cracked, her eyes red with suppressed tears. The air grew tense. With a hand on his forehead and a frustrated sigh, Ridley finally waved her off. “Fine. Take her out.” “Mr. Ridley…” Tom started, trying to salvage the situation. Ridley slammed a fist on the coffee table, startling everyone. “Are you trying to ruin me, Tom? You want me to get in trouble as soon as I arrive here? Get out!” — Lena hugged herself, still shaken from narrowly escaping the situation. Her legs felt as if they were filled with lead, barely able to move. “I’m so disappointed in you, Lena,” Tom sneered, turning on her. “You have nothing left. When an opportunity like this comes, why don’t you take it? If you go back now, Mr. Ridley might even reconsider.” Lena snapped her head up. “Disappointed in me? Uncle, I’m the one disappointed in you. How could you do this to me? Aren’t you afraid my parents will find out?” “Where are they, Lena? It’s been days—have they reached out even once? If they don’t come back soon, don’t blame me for using their precious daughter to settle their debts. You don’t look surprised… don’t tell me you didn’t know they borrowed ten million from me last month.” For a man as greedy as Tom, lending money to the Carringtons had required hefty collateral—namely, a valuable piece of land. But with the family’s assets frozen, he hadn’t had the chance to claim it yet, watching it slip from his fingers. Today, Lena had come to him willingly. He wasn’t to blame for her refusal. Introducing her to Ridley had been a golden chance, and she still thought she was some pampered princess. A company on the brink of bankruptcy, unpaid debts, unfinished real estate developments, and borrowed money from friends left behind… How many more ticking bombs had her family left her with? “I’ll find a way to pay you back for that ten million. Just help me get a lawyer…” “No more chances!” Tom barked. A cold glint flashed in his eye as he reached out. “At least that necklace around your neck is worth something.” Lena winced in pain as the metal chain dug into her skin, clinging onto part of it. “Let go!” But she couldn’t match his strength; the force sent her tumbling backward, landing hard on the floor. A sharp pain shot up her spine, and she gasped. Tom tugged on her necklace again, venting all his pent-up anger from earlier in the room. “Isn’t this going a bit too far, Tom?” Both Lena and Tom froze at the sudden interruption.Lena and Tom turned toward the sound. Alaric stood at the other end of the corridor, his face expressionless, with only an assistant beside him. Lena’s hand, which had been hovering near her high heel, instinctively moved away. Tom cleared his throat, releasing her as he stood up, trying to look casual. "Alaric, what are you doing here?" he asked, his mouth twitching up into a forced smile, causing his mustache to lift with it. Alaric's gaze was dark, and he didn’t answer, striding toward them with his tall frame and repeating what he’d said earlier, "What you just did wasn’t very appropriate, was it?" Tom froze, a faint blush creeping onto his face. "It was just…an accident, really.” Alaric’s stare unsettled him, and Tom decided not to dwell on why Alaric was even standing up for Lena. He only knew he was up against someone who could be both powerful and unpredictable. Stumbling over his words, Tom said, "O
This would be Lena’s last day at the villa. The next morning, she packed a few clothes and essentials into a suitcase, dressed herself in a formal business suit, styled her hair neatly in a half-updo, and put on a pair of comfortable white shoes. She wore no flashy jewelry, but her look was sharp and professional. "Ms. Carrington, how do you feel about everything right now?" "Your employees are facing layoffs and unpaid wages—will you take full responsibility for them?" "Why are you here alone? Where is your family?" "What are your current assets? Will your personal wealth be used to repay the company’s debts?" The reporters' questions were blunt and relentless. They had been camped outside her villa since early morning, with even more swarming outside her company building. Flashbulbs flashed continuously as financial and entertainment journalists all vied for a comment. Even some small creditors and clients
"What's got her so stressed? Is she really wandering the rooftop just because she can't have pretty clothes and bags?" "Haha, you guys are brutal." "I'm heading to the scene now. Anyone coming?" "Count me in—anyone else want to team up?" "Don't bother. She’s not actually going to jump; she’s just looking for sympathy." "Is it really okay to rub salt in someone's wounds like that?" ... The online comments were relentless, and the things people said were too harsh for Lena to ignore. She rolled up her sleeves, adjusted her posture, and her fingers flew over the keyboard. "I'm really sorry for hogging public resources. Rest assured, I have no intention of taking my own life—past, present, or future. Also, if someone truly had suicidal thoughts, those making snide remarks would only be complicit. Please watch what you say, and have a great weekend." Lena switched off her screen and set her phone face down. She didn't care what else people might say; she’d spoken her mind
After staying at the hotel for a week, Lena rented an apartment and was checking out of the hotel. “We look forward to your next visit!” The receptionist politely handed Lena her credit card back. It was a new hotel—not perfect in terms of amenities but with excellent service. She’d had a good experience these past few days. “Wait, it’s you again? Why are you stalking me?” Lena’s smile vanished, replaced with a defensive glare. “Hey, lady, who’s got the time to stalk you?” The guy replied with a smirk, two buttons undone on his shirt, revealing a hint of muscle. “Then what are you doing here?” she asked, eyeing him with suspicion. “This hotel’s mine. Why wouldn’t I be here?” “Yours?” Lena couldn’t believe it. This hotel belonged to Alaric? He grinned proudly. “A little pre-birthday gift for next month. What do you thi
Lena's apartment wasn’t big, but it had the advantage of tight front desk security, keeping journalists away so she could have a little peace. At least, that’s what she thought—A call interrupted the quiet. It was from an unknown international number, most likely a scam, so she didn’t answer. But two minutes later, the same number called again. When it almost went to voicemail, curiosity got the better of her, and she answered.“Lena... it’s me, your mom…”Lena’s hand slipped, and the phone tumbled onto the carpet, spinning as her mind went blank, buzzing in shock. After several seconds, her vision slowly focused. With trembling hands, she picked up the phone, put it on speaker, and set it on the floor. She sat down, hugging her knees, dreading what she might hear, yet unable to turn away.“Lena, are you still there?” Her mother’s voice was gentle, “You must be so tired lately; it must have been so hard. Your dad and I didn’t want to le
Lena had a headache. She had no idea how to deal with cryptocurrencies—she was completely clueless in that area.Just then, her phone chimed. She picked it up and saw a message from “The Weakling”: “Want to meet up today?” She remembered that she hadn’t contacted Alaric since they last met at his hotel. She replied, “Address?”Lena returned to the same hotel. Zayn was already waiting in the lobby and escorted her upstairs to a suite. “Please have a seat. The boss will be here in five minutes after his meeting,” he said. Lena nodded, and Zayn left the room.The suite was spacious, with a full wall of floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the river. It had been a long time since Lena had taken a moment to enjoy the view. The city felt somewhat unfamiliar to her now, and she stared out, momentarily lost in thought.She didn’t even notice when someone entered the room.Alaric walked in to see her standing by the window, her graceful silhouette
The land was in Z Country and was auctioned off by the local government.It’s only a three-hour flight to Z Country. Lena and Alaric flew there on his private jet, sitting far apart—one at the front and the other at the back—without saying a word the entire way.After landing, they stayed overnight at a hotel. Lena's room was right next to Alaric's, supposedly for better security. As she looked around her luxurious room, she had to admit Alaric had treated her well; he'd booked her the best room. Alone for the night, she didn’t feel like going out, so she ordered room service, had a quiet meal, and then enjoyed a relaxing bath. It had been a long time since she’d had such a comfortable break. Luckily, once Alaric won the bid for that piece of land, it wouldn’t take even half a year before she could get her payout. She hadn’t told her family in advance; she wanted to wait until the money was really in her hands.Just after she put on a bathrobe, s
"What's that? The land in Z Country was auctioned off to someone else? I didn't tell anyone about this, there's no way I would have dared—it'd be like shooting myself in the foot!" Mr. Carrington was sweating profusely, trying to explain to the person on the other end of the line. But with a sharp click, the call was disconnected."What happened?" his wife asked, gripping her hands tightly. She had picked up bits of the conversation and had a bad feeling.Mr. Carrington rubbed his forehead in frustration. "The land was taken by someone else. Dolphin Real Estate didn't get it.""What? Then our fifty million is gone too!" She collapsed into a chair, disbelief etched on her face. "That’s impossible. No one else should have known about this."Owen leaned in, looking shocked. "Dad, Mom, what are you talking about?" His eyes were wide, unable to believe what he was hearing.His parents didn't answer, but their expressions were filled with worry
Lena glanced at Alaric, who hadn’t moved a muscle. Lowering her eyes, she swiftly swung her legs off the bed. “Forget it. I’m not thick-skinned enough to hog your bed. I’ll just—”As she brushed past him, her dress lightly swept against his leg. In an instant, Alaric’s hand encircled her waist, pulling her back against him. Her back pressed against his rising and falling chest, and even through the fabric, she could feel the heat emanating from his legs, now supporting her seated on his lap.Her breath hitched, and a gravelly voice murmured by her ear, “Be honest, were you thinking about sleeping with me?”The words were nearly the same as before, but the tone was completely different. The air had shifted. Lena’s heart pounded chaotically. She
Lena’s heart skipped a beat as she turned her head, finding Alaric standing there, hands in his pockets, a playful smirk on his face."Finished most of that coffee, huh? Aren’t you worried it’ll keep you up even more?" he teased.A small flicker of relief washed over her, but she quickly masked it, turning her head away with a huff. Of all things, he’d managed to track her down and call out her excuse. She lightly touched her cheek with her fingertips, glancing upward. "And what about you? What are you doing down here? How’d you even know I was at the café?""You’re afraid of ghosts, so obviously you’d stay somewhere well-lit," he said matter-of-factly, taking a seat across from her."
Lena ignored the architect's puzzled look. After carefully studying the drawing, she looked up and said, “This design is solid, no doubt. But I do have a question—when designing this linear layout, did you take the impact of wind direction and sunlight on the residents into account? Considering we’re by the seaside, it’s a crucial factor.”The two architects froze, seemingly caught off guard. Lena's focused gaze bore into them, prompting a response after a brief pause. One of them replied, “We’re addressing it by enhancing window sealing. As for the wind direction…”The other quickly added, “We’ll reassess the building’s orientation to see if adjustments are needed.”Lena nodded slightly before pointing out, “Another thing—I n
When Lena got home, she leaned against the wall, taking several deep breaths. She was terrified that if she’d walked any slower, the words “Do you want to come up for a bit?” would have slipped out of her mouth.She kicked off her heels, tossed her bag aside, and buried her fingers in her hair, exasperated. “What’s wrong with you, Lena? Have you lost your mind?” she muttered, scolding herself. Her hair became as disheveled as her thoughts. She couldn’t let herself repeat the mistake she made last time—getting drunk and accidentally sleeping with him. No way. Not again....Even if his physique and skills were—Stop!She hurried into the kitchen and gulped down some ice water. The sudden
Cassian quietly stepped out of Tessa’s room. “Sorry about that—she fell asleep.”Lena guessed as much. “Her love for naps hasn’t changed one bit since she was a kid.”He sighed. “Exactly. I told her to finish just two pages of homework, and not even an hour later, she passed out at her desk.”Lena chuckled. “See? You do spoil her.”“What can I do? She’s my only sister.” He shook his head with a helpless smile. “Next time, I’ll invite you over earlier and cook for you to make up for tonight.”Lena’s eyes lit up. “Really? You better tell me in advance then, so I can skip dinner the day before!”
As soon as Lena entered Cassian's apartment, a teenage girl, around 14 or 15, came running out of the hallway. Her curly auburn hair matched Cassian's.Lena froze for a moment. The girl she remembered as barely waist-high had suddenly grown so much taller."Brother, you're back!" Tessa exclaimed, throwing her arms around Cassian. He gently patted her head—a habit he had with younger girls. "Look who’s here," he said, gesturing toward Lena.Tessa turned her head curiously and said, "Huh? Who’s this pretty lady? Is she your girlfriend? She looks familiar."Lena chuckled, "I’m not your brother’s girlfriend. But do you remember how you used to run to my house whenever your brother scolded you and you didn’t want to go home?"
Alaric picked up his phone, glanced at it quickly, didn’t type a single word, and put it away again. His expression turned two shades colder than before.Emma tried to keep the conversation going, but he clearly wasn’t in the mood to talk. His replies grew noticeably shorter.Thinking he might just be overworked and tired, Emma reminded herself of the research she had done before this blind date. Alaric had managed a large company at such a young age, and that alone had earned her admiration before they even met. She didn’t want to let go of such a high-quality match.The main course was finished, and dessert was served. Emma picked up her dessert fork but didn’t take a bite. Instead, she said, “I know you’re here because, like me, your parents pushed you into it. Honestly, I hate this kind of thing, t
"Alright, I’m heading out." Alaric placed his napkin on the table, getting ready to stand up.A hand reached across the table and gently pressed down on his.“Alaric, you just got here. You haven’t even warmed the chair and you’re already leaving?” It was Alaric’s mother, Daisy, speaking. She had been pestering him for ages to come home, and now that he finally showed up for dinner, she wasn’t going to let him off so easily. "It’s Friday evening—surely you don’t have anything urgent to do? Stay a little longer.”“I have a few reports to review for Monday’s meeting,” Alaric replied, pulling his hand back as he stood.Mrs. Winfield, not wanting to confront her son directly, redirected her frustration toward her husband, Albert. “Look at you! You handed over the company to him so early, and now he’s too busy to have a life of his own.”Albert was busy staring at his phone.Irritated, Daisy snatched it away.Startled, Albert blinked in confusion. He had been
On Thursday afternoon, the meeting was in full swing.The special meeting focused on the project The Corner in Zone 2, unlike the regular Monday meetings. Lena brought three of her deputies, striving to push for an extension on the project’s delivery deadline.Lena presented her reasoning for why the project required more time than initially planned. She pointed out discrepancies in the early calculations and emphasized the importance of execution quality. “Since this is the company’s first build-to-rent project, I firmly believe we should prioritize quality,” she stated.Alaric, however, disagreed. “The schedule has already been delayed due to previous repairs. There’s no room for further extension. I need to see this project completed by the end of January next year.”His tone was resolute.“Rushing the delivery will lead to inevitable flaws and affect our future leasing potential. Please reconsider quality as a priority,” Lena urged.“No. Our marketing cam