The air in the opulent dining room hung heavy with the scent of expensive wine and the unspoken tension between father and son. Chairman Benjie Lao, his face etched with a mixture of age and power, surveyed the table.His son, Grayson, sat opposite him, his jaw clenched, eyes flashing with anger. Yet he remains calm and collected."Grayson, my boy," Benjie began, his voice deceptively smooth, "It's time you settle down. You're not getting any younger."Grayson scoffs in a low cynic voice, "Settle down? Papa, you ruined my life. If you hadn't interfered five years ago, I would have been married to Sarah. We would have a family, a home. Instead, you..." His voice trailed off, the pain of the past still raw."Circumstances changed, my son," Benjie explains, his tone hardening. "You know how things are. Business, obligations...""Obligations?" Grayson spat, "My obligations were to Sarah! And to Leo!"The name of his best friend, the man he considered a brother, sent a tremor of rage throu
The rain hammers against the pavement, each drop is a tiny dagger against Sarah's flimsy umbrella. Gloomily, the wind tugs at her coat like an impatient child, icy fingers slipping down her collar and making her shiver.Her arms aches under the weight of the packages, their edges digging into her skin, shifting unpredictably with every uneven step. Then holds them tighter, as if something inside of them is more significant than just paper and ribbon.Contradictory to her old clothes and faded sneakers she wears, is her beauty that glisten as water runs down delicate Chinese American features, tracing her cheekbones with the curve. It catches at her lashes and clings there. Her chestnut brown strands hold fast to wet skin as she draws in a ragged breath- almost a sigh, almost a sob. She doesn't know if it is the rain wetting her face or frustration trying to burst inside her chest. It doesn't matter. Nobody notices, huddles in an embrace with this storm, with the idea that one must cont
"Hurry!""Yes! I'm almost done, Mira.""I'll help you, dear. You have to make it fast. Let's run along, at any moment, Huifen is going to burst fire and sulfur if you fail to hand that gown to her in matter of minutes." Mira helps Sarah carry the heavy box of Adelle's elaborate gown.Perspiring, Sarah enters Adelle's grandiose room. This used to be her room when she was a little girl. She had only recently been allowed in there again because she painstakingly did the minor dry cleaning of Adelle gown's hem, as a result when she accidentally drop it during one rainy afternoon.Only Adelle's nanny and parents are allowed to go in her cousin's room. Her eyes widened as she looks at its interior. It had changed immensely since she was last here as a six-year-old girl."My dear aunt, here is Adelle's debutante gown," Sarah says as she marvels at the room. Meanwhile, Adelle's nanny was brushing her long hair.Huifen raises an eyebrow, "You better have cleaned it properly, or you'd be in big
As they stepped into the Lui mansion, Sarah felt a mix of apprehension and gratitude towards Martin. Her hand was now sewn and covered with bandage. She is so grateful for his inititave to help and genuine concern.She looks at him, touched by his caring nature, and whispered, "Thank you for everything, Martin."Martin smiled warmly, "Don't mention it, Sarah. I'll always be here for you. I was surprised how Adelle treated you. How could Huifen let you wear plain second hand clothes and scrub the floor?""You have been nice to me, Martin, and I'm grateful for that. But, I'm just an orphan whose adopted mother got bankcrupt. I pity my Mama Daisy, they said she took her own life because of she got swindeled by business partners and her career turned sour. I'm fortunate enough for uncle Alfred to let me have a shelter and food. And for buying off my mother's business legacy.""What?! Is that what they told you all these years?" Martin got irritated with what he is hearing.She was stunned
Adelle buried her face in her soft pillow. She was too embarrassed to make eye contact with her mother. Even with her face hidden, her words and sobs were still audible."Mom, what happened last night was very embarrassing. Even in my dreams, that mean Sarah was teasing me. Can you please support me, Mom?"Huifen lifted her child and tidied their hair."Don't be foolish. Everything is planned. What you did was incredibly reckless, and if you weren't my only child, I might have thought about disowning you because of the tremendous embarrassment you caused."Sarah was descending the stairs when she overheard her aunt's voice, engaged in a conversation with her cousin. There was a hint of annoyance in her aunt's tone.Her cousin's bedroom door was slightly ajar, not properly closed by her aunt Huifen. Perhaps she thought that since it was a Saturday, everyone would be busy downstairs and no one would have the courage to listen to their conversation, as all the household staff were afraid
Sarah couldn't shake the unsettling feeling of being watched. She keeps glancing over her shoulder, convinced that the hulking men she'd noticed lingering on the church are now following herShe tried to remain composed, focusing on her prayers and trying not to mind their lingering gazes. Her thoughts kept drifting to her bandaged palm, a reminder of the previous day's accident, but she tried to push the pain aside and concentrate on the service."Am I in a serious trouble?" she asks herself. She looks at her palm with bandage. It still hurts but not so much as compared with yesterday.Glancing sideways, she noticed that the men were still staring at her, observing her every move. Their intense gaze made her uncomfortable, and she couldn't help but wonder why they were so fixated on her.As the church service progresses, the woman and the little girl beside Sarah moved to the front row, leaving her alone with the mysterious man in the dark suit and tinted glasses.Her heart raced as s
Everyone is busy.And that includes the one who brought pandemonium to her room.Sarah glances once more at her room. Her meager clothes were all scattered on the floor. Her laptop smashed and her books wrinkled, and some were torn into pieces."My goodness! What happened here?!" The first thing her eyes searched is a photo frame with her Mama Daisy.She cries, her hands pressed tightly against her mouth, stifling the sobs that threatens to break free.The fear and nervousness coursing through her are almost too much to bear. Who wouldn't feel this way?Her fingers tremble as she picks up the shattered photo, the frame barely intact. The picture inside—a moment of happiness now lost with a shard of broken glass that rans across it. Her room is her only sanctuary is now a scene of chaos. Obliterated beyond recognition.Who could have done this to her? The injustice she feels is overwhelming.This is supposed to be her home, where she would feel safe and cared for. But now, it was a tota
While still perched on the thick branch of the century-old oak tree, Sarah clings to the hope that something—anything—would turn in her favor. Her heart pounds in her chest, her breaths shallow as she peers through the leaves, eyes locked on the room where masked men ransack every corner.Trust was a luxury she couldn’t afford these days. Her so-called family has proven time and again they are not allies but wolves in sheep’s clothing.Suddenly, an idea sparked. Emily. Her best friend. Her lifeline.Fumbling with trembling hands, Sarah pulls out her phone, speaking in a whisper so soft it barely broke the stillness. “Em… Hello,” she breathes, her voice quivering.“Hey! Lovely head, what’s up?” Emily teases, her tone light and carefree, mimicking a commercial slogan.“Em, this is serious,” Sarah interrupts, her voice tinged with desperation. “Masked men… they tore through my room. And earlier today… I was chased. Chased by men who looked like mercenaries.” She paused to catch her breath
The air in the opulent dining room hung heavy with the scent of expensive wine and the unspoken tension between father and son. Chairman Benjie Lao, his face etched with a mixture of age and power, surveyed the table.His son, Grayson, sat opposite him, his jaw clenched, eyes flashing with anger. Yet he remains calm and collected."Grayson, my boy," Benjie began, his voice deceptively smooth, "It's time you settle down. You're not getting any younger."Grayson scoffs in a low cynic voice, "Settle down? Papa, you ruined my life. If you hadn't interfered five years ago, I would have been married to Sarah. We would have a family, a home. Instead, you..." His voice trailed off, the pain of the past still raw."Circumstances changed, my son," Benjie explains, his tone hardening. "You know how things are. Business, obligations...""Obligations?" Grayson spat, "My obligations were to Sarah! And to Leo!"The name of his best friend, the man he considered a brother, sent a tremor of rage throu
Grayson stirs awake, the scent of jasmine and something faintly musky filling the air. He blinked, and open his eyes, adjusting to the morning light filtering through the sheer curtains. Two women, their bodies entwined with his, sleeps soundly beside him.The women shift, their eyes fluttering open with a sleepy warmth. A gentle smile graces their lips as they meet his gaze, their breaths soft against his skin. One reaches out, her caressing his enormous phallus, but he gently halts her.The other one leans in, her lips approaching his, yet he instinctively turns away, a silent command in his eyes. He disentangled himself from them and walks assed them naked.“Stop!” His voice rings out, fury flickering in his eyes. He doesn't want to be touched that way in the morning, eversince he had Sarah. The young women, barely in their twenties, flinched at his tone, their bodies stiff with apprehension. The two ladies, still adjusting to the morning after, have yet to understand the unspoken
CRRRIIIIINNNNGGGG... CRRRIIIIINNNNGGGG... CRRRIIIIINNNNGGGG...The incessant calls startled Cynthia from her afternoon nap on the villa's open balcony overlooking the beauty of the vast ocean. Groaning, she reached for her phone and fumbles."Hello?" she mumbles, her voice thick with sleep."Madam," a familiar voice boomed from the other end of the line. "I have some… surprising news."Cynthia sat up, instantly alert. "Mr. Chung? What is it?""Sarah… she's throwing a gala," Mr. Chung announces, his voice laced with a mixture of awe and apprehension. "A grand affair. And… and she's hired Valentino to design the gowns and tuxedos."Cynthia feels a jolt of disbelief. "Valentino? Are you serious?""Absolutely," Mr. Chung confirms. "Apparently, no expense is being spared."A wave of unease washes over Cynthia. "This… this doesn't feel right," she says slowly. "It's too extravagant, too… flashy.""I agree," Mr. Chung admits. "It's… unprecedented. But Sarah, she always was one for grand gestu
When Sarah left the ground floor hall, she instructed Vice President Chen to announce the good news to the employees and board of directors.The room buzzed with excitement as Mr. Chen, stepped onto the stage. All eyes were on him as he adjusted the microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen," he begins, his voice booming across the auditorium, "I have a very special announcement!"A ripple of anticipation passed through the crowd."To celebrate the remarkable achievements of our company, and to foster camaraderie and strengthen our bonds, we will be hosting a grand gala ball next Saturday evening!"The announcement was met with a wave of excited murmurs."And to ensure everyone shines," Mr. Chen continues with a smile, "the company will be providing a generous allowance of five thousand dollars to each employee for their attire. Feel free to indulge in the finest gowns, the most elegant suits, and the most dazzling jewelry!"The room erupted in cheers and applause."We've invited dignitaries f
The next morning, Sarah addressed the entire company in a powerful and moving speech. She stands before them, her posture like a queen, her voice clear and strong. Cynthia and Arlene weren't there. She was told they are in vacation at Grayson's private resort in California."Smart bitches," she tells herself but shrugs the thought of them."I know there are doubts," she says, her voice loud through the company auditorium, cutting through the whispers and the innuendo."I know there are those who question my reputation and integrity. I know they are trying to undermine me, to sow seeds of discord. But I will not let fear dictate my actions. I will not allow negativity to define my legacy. As they say, when someone thrives, knives are everywhere."Everyone applauded her for her humility, because this is the first time that a Xiang family member, talks to them so casually. Especially so she is their CEO.Sarah raises her left hand, silencing the hall. "I’m overwhelmed with your concerns,"
The article lay crumpled in Sarah's hands, the ink blurring with the tears that streamed down her face. "Sinner or Saint? CEO Intellectual Bores Twins from Billionaire Italian Count." The headline, a venomous concoction of lies and innuendo, mocked her from the page.This wasn't just a smear campaign; it was a calculated assault on her character, an attempt to destroy her reputation, to strip her of her dignity. A chilling realization dawned on her. This wasn't just random gossip. This was deliberate. This was orchestrated.The pieces begin to fall into place. The anonymous phone calls, the "concerned" employees, the subtle undermining at every turn. It wasn't just the media; it was her own family.Cynthia. Arlene. Fiona. Lorie. They won't really stop! But she needs evidence and names of owners of those online blogs and magazines who printed false news about her. The realization hit her like a physical blow. How could they? How could her own family, the people who were supposed to su
The news of Sarah Xiang's arrival sent shockwaves through the Xiang Empire headquarters. Whispers rippled down the corridors faster than any company memo."Did you hear? Madam Sarah Xiang is back!""Back? After all these years?""She's here in the building right now, apparently."A group of young executives huddled near the coffee machine, their faces a mixture of awe and apprehension."I heard she's even more stunning in person," one of them whispered, her eyes wide. "Like a movie star.""She's not just beautiful," another chimed in. "She's a legend. They say she runs her own investment firm in London and amassed billions in her European companies, it's incredibly successful.""Imagine working directly under her," another executive sighed dreamily. "She's so powerful, so influential."But the excitement was quickly tempered by a wave of unease."I heard she's ruthless," one of them whispered, his voice dropping to a hushed tone. "They say she doesn't tolerate incompetence.""And those
A hush fell over the usually bustling space as a sleek, black limousine glided to a stop before the entrance. Heads turned, eyes widening as the tinted windows rolled down. Stepping out was a vision of effortless elegance: Madam Chairman Sarah Feng Xiang Wilson.Gone was the young woman who had left Shanghai five years ago, a student seeking knowledge and independence. In her place stood a woman who exuded power and confidence, her every move radiating an aura of quiet authority.A small gasp escaped the lips of a young receptionist, her eyes widening in disbelief. "Oh my god," she whispers to her colleague, "Is that… is that Madam Chairman?"Her colleague, a seasoned veteran of the Xiang Empire, nodded, his eyes fixed on the arriving heiress. "The one and only and the most beautiful," he replied, his voice hushed with a mixture of awe and apprehension. "Madam Chairman Sarah Xiang, it's an honor see you."She smiled and walked like a queen. She came without notice and prefers it that w
After Five yearsShanghai Hongqiao International AirportJanuary 2025--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"Mommy, look!" Henry exclaims while pointing towards a display of miniature airplanes.Sarah smiled. Her attention drawn away from the admiring glances she was receiving."That's incredible, isn't it?" she says, bending down to his level. "Let's go take a closer look."Sarah steps off the private jet and onto the plush carpet of the first-class lounge, the low hum of activity from the airport seemed to fade around her. The years had been kind to her, sculpting her into a vision of understated elegance.The years ha bveeen kind to her, sculpting her into a vision of understated elegance. She no longer carried the look of a young woman searching for her place in the world; instead, she exuded an air of quiet confidence and refined maturity.Her once girlish features had softened, giving way to a face that held a tim