"This is a private property and you are causing distress! I own this place!" Huifen shouts at them.A uniformed man seizes her hands and pins her down, "Lady, stop what you are doing. Our master is going to punish you terribly,""I am the master here, dumb ass! Ouch! My gown you will rip it off. This costs millions!"The cabin's lights flicker on, revealing a harrowing scene. Huifen, disheveled yet still donning her glamorous ball gown, stands on the cabin’s living room like a deranged queen, pointing an accusatory finger at the uniformed men assisting a battered and barely conscious Sarah.“That girl is a thief! She stole from me!” Huifen shrieks, her voice cracking with madness. “Don’t help her—punish her more! She deserves every bit of it!” Her curses fill the air, venom dripping from every word as she paced back and forth, completely unraveling.Meanwhile, a sleek chopper descends onto a marked clearing near the estate. Chairman Vincent Feng leaned forward in his seat, his sharp ey
Martin is engulfed by a devastating sense of dread—an icy grip of fear unlike anything he had ever experienced. Every inch of his body trembles as his mind replays the harrowing scenes of cruelty that has unfolded before his eyes.Chairman Feng, unbending in his authority, has unleashed a level of brutality so raw, so calculated, that Martin now knows with firm certainty: crossing paths with this man means courting extreme painful death.The sight of Huifen and her lover being mutilated was burns into his memory, a haunting specter he would carry for the rest of his life. His attempts to steady himself is futile. The horrors linger like a storm cloud over his thoughts.Before him, Alfred Lui—a broken shell of a man—crawls to the Chairman's feet, his body battered and his spirit crushed. Bloodied hands reached out as he kisses the Chairman’s shoes, stained with the lifeblood of his wife and her lover.“Master, please,” Alfred begs, his voice quivering with desperation. “Forgive me. I wa
Seven months later...After recuperation followed by her colorful graduation, Sarah moves into Feng Villa in Shanghai's billionaire village, as promised by her granduncle.It is a three-level mansion with all the high technology facility. It one of the very rare designs within the city.It's far larger than the Lui Estate now named as Ms. Daisy Lui Feng Estate, with Mira serving as the landlady and her assistant Peter. They are no longer servants, but the trusted managers of the estate.As for her friend Emily, she is always in touched with her, and they will be attending the same university with the help of his granduncle, of course.She has been training under Master Dao Wang, the head of the Feng and Xiang clans' security for five decades. Despite his age, his character and strength are still amazing in his 60s.After seven months of strict training, she is ready to take her skills to the next level.They shifted their focus to intense marksmanship training, and Sarah's dedication a
In a quiet corner of the Feng mansion, everything was calm and peaceful. The air carried a sense of tranquility and devotion, as if time itself had slowed down.But suddenly, the rooftop, a normally serene spot for contemplation, became the stage for an unexpected event.Out of nowhere, a group of enormous-built men dressed in dark suits walked up on the rooftop, moving swiftly and purposefully. Their footsteps are silent against the cool tiles as they approached the edge.Without wasting a moment, they skillfully slipped through an open window, their intentions shrouded in mystery.Inside the study room, an atmosphere of scholarly focus prevailed. Two female-security and a personal servant were engrossed in their readings, together with their young Lady Master.The sudden intrusion jolted them out of their concentration, and their eyes met with startled unity.The servants exchanged worried whispers; their voices hushed but urgent. "Who are these intruders, and why did they come to ou
"Why don’t you just ask your granduncle to recommend a qualified CEO for you to marry?" Emily suggests, her tone light but curious as she and Sarah exchanged quick, calculated jabs in the expansive Feng mansion gym.The two had been sparring partners for nearly seven months, and Emily couldn’t help but notice the drastic changes in Sarah. Her frame was leaner, her strikes sharper, and her determination seemed almost unrelenting.Breathing heavily, Sarah takes the flask of water from one of her assistants, "Thank you, Claire," she says gratefully.“You’re welcome, madam.” Claire, a diligent young woman who had been working at the mansion for several years, smiled back at her and offered a towel to wipe her face.Sarah let out a short laugh, her gloves meeting Emily’s in a controlled block. “A qualified CEO? That’s the solution?” she quips, sidestepping and countering with a jab.“Well, it’s efficient!” Emily shrugs, grinning as she ducks to avoid Sarah’s punch. “You’re already surrounde
MISSION: Finding a suitable Baby Daddy, preferably an eligible prominent CEO in Shanghai and with great genes and good family backgroundROLE: 23-year-old Sarah Lee Smith, a charismatic and intelligent corporate wannabeTIME FRAME: six monthsThough only eighteen, she could easily pass for a smart and sophisticated corporate executive, her appearance carefully cultivated through trainings from Catherine. A top student with an IQ of 180, she grasped new concepts with an effortless ease that made learning feel like a breeze. While her granduncle would have preferred a more conventional path for her, the legacy of the Xiang Empire demanded their involvement. This mission, a crucial step towards securing their future, and she is the necessary sacrifice.'You can do this, girl,' she whispers to her reflection in the compact mirror before stepping out of the car. The thought of losing her virginity to a man she barely knows, a man chosen for this mission, filled her with a strange mix of ap
Sarah Lee Smith excels as a Communication Specialist. Her professionalism and dedication earned her accolades, but her success also attracted envy.Whispers about her personal life had long circulated, fueled by Sherry—a colleague whose jealousy bordered on obsession. Sherry's earlier schemes to discredit Sarah had failed, but she wasn’t finished.This time, Sherry takes her malice to an unforgivable level.One afternoon, during a coffee break, Sarah enters the office kitchen, her ears catching murmurs of a heated discussion. She paused as her colleagues’ voices drifted toward her, tinged with shock and scandal."Have you seen it? The video of Sarah?" whispers a female coworker, her voice barely above a breathless hush.A male colleague leans conspiratorially. "I saw it last night. It’s... explicit. I can’t believe she’d be that reckless."Other chimes in, "She always pretends to be so professional, but if this is true, she’s been lying to all of us."Sarah’s stomach drops. Her hands t
Sarah's car screeches to a halt in the middle of the road, and she immediately saw that her rear tire has been purposely deflated.Before she could grab her tools for a spare tire, she noticed four sketchy dudes walking up to her, looking all menacing.They were carrying heavy clamps, a hammer, and a baseball bat, and their laughter gave her the creeps.Her voice shook with a mix of fear and defiance. "What do you want from me?" she demands, her eyes darting between them.One of the guy’s smirks, loving the intimidation. "We're here to teach you a lesson, babe. You messed with the wrong crew."Just when Sarah was about to face their attack, she saw a fifth guy showing up, holding a bottle that looked like acid.Angry and frustrated, she mutters, "Sherry, you are backstabbing witch."The newcomer sneers as he spoke to Sarah. "You should've known not to mess with us. You're gonna regret it big time."Sarah's eyes widens when she saw a tinted car pull up nearby, confirming her suspicion a
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