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last update Huling Na-update: 2025-03-24 05:21:45

She cried harder than ever before after hearing that, as if her chest were being ripped apart—the same agonizing feeling she’d experienced the night she lost her family. But this pain, this betrayal, cut deeper.

Daniel’s disloyalty hurt, but Lucy—she wasn’t just her best friend; Lucy was the only family Jane had left. Jane had begged her husband to take Lucy in when she had nowhere else to go. She’d pleaded for him to give Lucy a job, to keep her safe. And now, this was how she was repaid?

A strangled sob tore from Jane’s throat as she clutched her chest, gasping for air. “Doctor, please,” she managed between ragged breaths, her voice thick with panic. “can you run the check up again, can you Check if my heart is okay…I—I think something’s wrong. Why does it hurt so much? or do I need a heart transplant too?” she urged for answers for explanations

The doctor’s expression softened with pity. “I’m sorry you had to find out this way. We wanted to wait until you were stronger before telling you.”

Jane swallowed hard, her voice trembling under the weight of her emotions. “Then tell me now. How am I still alive? Who saved me? And why… how will I survive now?”

The doctor hesitated before answering. “An anonymous benefactor. He didn’t just save you, Jane—he also donated a kidney to you.”

“He waited for you to wake up,” the doctor continued, “but he passed away two years ago.”

A heavy silence fell over the room. Why would a stranger go to such lengths for her? Why would someone sacrifice so much when they didn’t even know her?

“Do I have to pay him back?” Jane’s voice was barely a whisper. “And how did he die?”

The doctor only sighed and walked away, leaving her drowning in emotions she couldn’t process.

A few minutes later, Dante entered carrying a tray of neatly cut fruit, but food was the last thing on her mind. She needed answers.

“Dante,” she said, gripping the sheets tightly, “I heard about an anonymous helper—who was he?”

Dante hesitated, his lips pressed into a thin line. Finally, he spoke. “His name was Victor Orlov.”

Jane’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Me? I don’t understand.”

Dante continued, “You once saved him and his son ten years ago. You donated blood when they were in a car accident.”

Her mouth opened in shock. “Me?”

“You might not remember,” Dante added gently, “but you were at the hospital that day. When you saw the emergency, you offered to donate because you were O+. Your blood matched perfectly.”

She tried to recall, but the memory was blurry—almost nonexistent. If it was true…

“Is that why he saved me?” she asked, still struggling to understand.

Dante exhaled, rubbing his temple. “That was only part of it. When you fell, Victor was the only one who witnessed what happened. He was outside making a call when he saw you get pushed. He immediately dialed 911, but before help arrived, a group of thugs took you. Victor tracked them down, paid them off, and got you back. He then called the police, but everything was handled quietly.”

Her head spun as his words sank in. “He brought you to the best hospital, kept you on life support for years, and when he realized his time was running out… he signed up as an organ donor. That’s how you got your new kidney.”

Jane gripped the sheets, her fingers trembling. “Why would he go to such lengths for me?”

“I… I don’t know what to say,” she whispered.

Dante nodded. “Hold on—that’s not all. Before he died, Victor left something for you.”

He reached into his coat and produced a thick, embossed envelope with a golden crest that looked as if it belonged to royalty.

“This,” Dante said, handing it over, “is Victor Orlov’s will.”

Jane’s hands shook as she unfolded the letter. As she skimmed the words, one line made her blood run cold: Victor Orlov had left everything to her—his company, his wealth, his entire empire.

She sucked in a sharp breath. Why?

Then, a name appeared that made her chest tighten even further: her mother’s.

“Orlov Enterprises was co-founded by Victor Orlov and Francesca Stadler.”

Her mother’s name.

Jane looked up at Dante, but he only shook his head. “I don’t know all the details. All I know is that you were always meant to inherit it.”

Her pulse pounded. She had never known any of this, and now everything was coming at her too fast. “This looks like a scam—too good to be true. I need proof. Bring a lawyer. And if Diego Orlov doesn’t show up himself, I won’t believe a word of this.”

Dante gave a small nod. “Understood.”

He turned to leave, but before he could step out, something strange caught her attention outside the door. Men in black suits swarmed the hallway. Their polished shoes clicked on the tile as they moved with authority. Then, two of them approached her door.

The atmosphere shifted. Jane’s stomach tightened as another man entered—confident, with black leather shoes, long legs, a tattooed wrist, an unbuttoned black shirt, pierced ears, and silver jewelry on his lower lip. And then there were those stormy gray eyes.

He was tall, built like a movie idol, and his presence made her grip the bedsheets even tighter. Dante stepped aside, and the man took a slow, deliberate step forward.

Then he spoke. “Heard you were looking for me, princess. Here I am—at your command. So, what were you saying again?”

Jane’s heart skipped a beat. His voice was smooth and dangerous. She opened her mouth to argue, to fight back, but her breath caught. She wanted to say something—anything—but his presence swallowed her words. All she could think about was how strikingly attractive he was.

Lost in her thoughts, she was jolted back to reality by the sharp sound of a phone ringing. Blinking hard, she forced herself to focus. The man in front of her—tall, confident, almost too perfect to be real—continued speaking, while her mind struggled to catch up.

“Who… who are you?” she finally asked, even though she already suspected the answer. Her heart pounded, and she hoped he wouldn’t notice how flustered she was.

He smirked, clearly amused. “I’m Diego Orlov. Your betrothed.”

Jane let out a dry laugh. “My betrothed? Come on—I just woke up from a coma. I don’t have memory loss that bad. Try harder.”

Before Diego could respond, Dante stepped in. “Speak up, Miss. Mr. Orlov doesn’t have much time—”

Diego raised a hand, cutting him off. Then, without hesitation, he moved closer—too close. Lowering himself onto one knee, he rested an arm on his other and studied her intently. His eyes locked onto hers, intense and unyielding.

“Relax,” he murmured, shifting his gaze to her lips. “You just woke up, and besides, I have all the time in the world for you. But earlier, you were shouting. Now you’re cold, like a scared little puppy. What happened, princesa? Talk to me.”

Jane swallowed hard. Her heart pounded so fiercely she feared she might pass out again. No man had ever looked at her like that—like she was a mystery worth unraveling. She forced herself to snap out of it.

“Dante gave me a will,” she blurted. “He said things I don’t understand or believe. So I told him if he can’t bring you or a lawyer, I’m not signing anything. How am I supposed to wake up to a fortune—”

Diego silenced her with a finger pressed gently over her lips. Then he turned to his men and raised his hand. A tall man in a suit stepped forward holding a stack of documents.

“Explain,” Diego ordered.

The man nodded and addressed her. “Ms. Stadler, nice to meet you. I’m Mr. Watson, the legal advisor for Orlov Enterprises.”

Jane exhaled sharply, crossing her arms. “Nice to meet you too. Now, about the will—I need proper clarification.”

Trying to sound professional even though her head was still spinning, she listened as Mr. Watson adjusted his glasses and began:

“Miss Stadler, I understand this is overwhelming. Let me explain. The late Viktor Orlov, founder of Orlov Enterprises, legally named you as his sole heir. That means you now own his company, his properties, and his fortune.”

He continued, “This wasn’t a random decision. According to these documents, Viktor Orlov and your mother, Francesca Stadler, co-founded Orlov Enterprises. Your family had a rightful stake in the company from the very beginning. But after your parents passed, Viktor lost track of you. By the time he returned to the country, you had already married and vanished from the public eye.”

“Years ago, you saved Viktor’s life—and his son Diego’s—by donating blood. He never forgot that. He saw you as someone with a good heart, someone worthy of his legacy. That’s why, before his passing, he made the legally binding decision to leave everything to you instead of Diego.”

Jane frowned. “Why not leave it to his own son?”

“Because Diego already has his own fortune, separate from Orlov Enterprises. If he inherited the company, he would have sold it. Viktor didn’t want that. He wanted someone he trusted to run the company and protect his legacy.”

Before Jane could process any further, Mr. Watson delivered the biggest bombshell. “However, there is one condition: to claim your inheritance, you must work alongside Diego Orlov as his assistant for one year. This is non-negotiable. During that time, you’ll learn every aspect of the company before the full transition is complete.”

Jane stared, stunned. Assistant? And what about Dante?

Before she could ask, Mr. Watson handed her the documents. Scanning through them with her law school instincts kicking in, everything was in order—legitimate and ironclad, with no loopholes.

Diego then interrupted. “I understand you’re in physiotherapy and rehabilitation now, and you’ll be discharged soon. You have until then to decide.” Standing up, he brushed off imaginary dust from his suit. “If you feel too pressured, know that you can always say no, princesa.”

With a smirk, he turned toward the door. “I’d love to stay in your beautiful presence, but I have a billion-dollar deal waiting. Don’t worry—I’ll check on you once in a while. Don’t miss me too much. See you soon.”

Something in Jane snapped at his parting words. “Jane Stadler. That’s my name, not ‘princesa’,” she retorted. “And you don’t have to call me that.”

Diego paused at the door, glanced back, and grinned. “Don’t tell me what to do or what to call you.”

Then, with a dismissive wave, his men followed him out, leaving her alone with a whirlwind of thoughts.

Jane stared at the ceiling, stunned. She tried to convince herself that she wasn’t tempted, that she didn’t care, that this wasn’t her only way out. But reality hit hard: she had no phone, no money, no job, no home. Her only family had betrayed her. Her husband had left her for another woman—her own sister. The scandal surrounding her late parents had ruined her future, and she’d even dropped out of law school. All she had left were debts and the feeling of being “dead to the world.”

And now, out of nowhere, she was being handed a chance—a golden ticket to power, wealth, and a fresh start. It was overwhelming, too much, and almost unreal.

But she knew one thing for certain: if she walked away now, she’d spend the rest of her life drowning in nothingness. And that was not an option.

She needed this. Perhaps this was the opportunity meant for her—to use these resources to find the people who had wronged her and rebuild her life.

She was going to take it. Even if it meant stepping into a world she wasn’t ready for, even if it meant working alongside a man whose every word made her pulse race, even if it meant signing a deal with the devil himself—she was going to take it.

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    It had been a month since Jane woke up from her coma, and things were slowly starting to get better. One thing she was especially grateful for was that Dante and Diego never left her side. She would be lying if she said she was okay—her heart still felt terrible—but she reminded herself to be grateful for life once again.Leaving her room, she went to meet Dr. White for her final checkup. His response brought a sense of relief. "Congratulations, Miss Stadler. You are back on track. I will process your discharge now, so get ready to leave. I hope we don’t meet again unless it’s for something great, okay?" He had given her the best news she could have hoped for.After leaving his office, she returned to her hospital room and found Dante sitting there. "Miss Stadler, how are you doing today? I was ordered to come pick you up and also give you this," he said in his usual professional yet charming tone. Dante always had a way of passing messages, something Jane liked about him. But what ha

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  • Taken By The Man He Fears    new assistant -005

    “I didn’t know—when I slept off, when did you return?” Jane asked Diego. It felt weird, but after a month of knowing him, that familiarity was something she could cling to. Diego laughed. “You were really tired, I must say. Well, I wanted to address something important,” he said. What could he have to say to her… Jane wondered, before Diego continued, “Tomorrow I will be going back to the Orlov empire—not my own personal company—and as you know, it's a big name. Definitely, I will be holding a press conference. I know it's too soon, but get ready to step out of your comfort zone. Be prepared for questions, unless you want to change your name.” That was uncalled for, but Jane didn’t think she wanted to change her name just because she didn’t want people to find out she was alive. In fact, she wanted them to know that Daniel was playing a pity party; she wanted them to know that the wife he claimed died was very much alive. So, she turned to Diego. “No, I don’t want to change my name

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  • Taken By The Man He Fears    public announcement -006

    Jane knew that her presence at the office was seen as a threat, and she did not intend for things to escalate further. She had not come to make friends—she was here to learn and to prove to Diego that she was capable of taking over the business. Still trying to find her footing, she wondered what her next move should be.Perhaps she should wait until others arrived—or maybe just play a few harmless games on her phone. As she minimized an app, a message popped up from Diego:"Hope you are prepared for the press conference?"Jane frowned. She couldn’t recall being told about any press conference. Ever since waking up, it felt as though fragments of her past had been left behind. Explain to me why I'm still forgetting things like this, she thought.She quickly texted back, "Okay, when should I leave the office?" The word "office" was new to her—once, Jane had been just a housewife, but now she sat behind her own desk, attempting to live a life that felt both foreign and empowering. Just

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  • Taken By The Man He Fears    Unraveling Threads-007

    Back in the office, the corridors of the Orlov office buzzed with activity as whispers and sidelong glances followed Jane on her way to her new workspace. She moved quickly yet cautiously, anxiety gnawing at her. She was not ready for the world to know her past, and yet it seemed that everyone already knew. In a corner near the water cooler, a small group of employees exchanged hushed words."I heard she got married at 18 for money—when her husband refused to give her what she wanted, she manipulated him, and in the end she committed suicide," said a young man named Mark in a low tone.A nearby woman, Claire, scoffed. "Me too. I heard she even stole him from her sister. If I were her, I’d wish never to wake up from that coma. How is she going to face the world now after exposing herself?"Another voice added, "She is even her adopted sister, no less. That’s so embarrassing for her."Before Jane could reach her office, Sylvia—the head of PR—strolled up with an icy glare. Without a word

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  • Taken By The Man He Fears    situationship-008

    When they got home, Diego refused to let her walk; he carried her to her room. "Drop me, Diego—people are watching. I don't want to complicate the situation!" she screamed as she hit his back. But he didn’t even answer her. Immediately, Ms. Rose saw him and ran to get help. They quickly opened the door. Ms. Rose, the eldest assistant on the Orlov estate, had raised Diego Orlov after his mother abandoned him and left his father for someone richer. To this day, no one knows if Diego Orlov’s mother, Ms. Sarah Orlov, is still alive. People stared at them, whispering among themselves as Diego carried her to her room. Once he dropped her on her bed, she tried to speak, but he quickly shut her up. "Shhh... blabber mouth, do not say a word," he ordered. This made Jane remain silent, silently watching him as if she were speaking in her mind. She observed his every move.Diego then left the room and returned with a first aid kit while Mr. Leo ran after him. "Let me take care of her wounds," Mr.

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  • Taken By The Man He Fears    Revelation -009

    Diego spoke first. “Yeah, I said so. What is it that you want? Tell me, and I’ll do anything.” Jane used his words as an excuse. “I won’t need it now, so keep it for later, okay?” she replied.Even though Diego had answered, he was not satisfied. He kept staring at Jane, and she felt uneasy. Her stomach fluttered with nervous butterflies, and her heart tingled. “Why is he staring at me like that?” she wondered silently. To break the tension, Jane jumped up and said, “Don’t you have anything to do? Maybe Dante, John, Leo, or someone else needs you outside. Go join them—I’m fine.” She wanted him to leave quickly before she did something she might later regret. But Diego insisted, “I’d rather stay here with you and make sure you are okay.” His words made Jane feel guilty, and deep down she wished that Ms. Rose or someone else would step in.Outside the room, John and Leo were in the middle of an argument. “I think Jane likes the boss too, but she is scared because of what she’s been thro

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  • Taken By The Man He Fears    triggers-010

    "Who pushed me, Diego? Why won't you say anything?" Jane kept urging Diego to tell her who did it, but Diego remained silent. "I can't say things without facts. The only person who saw who pushed you—the only witness was my father and he—died years ago, so until I get my hands on evidence or probably another witness, I just can't tell you,I have my reasons" Diego responded, wanting to leave again."you have your reasons?? but Wait, don't go yet. What should I do now? I feel so horrible—I have been suffering all this time, paying debts without knowing they've been paid, performing duties that weren't needed. What should I do now, huh? Please don't leave yet," Jane muttered. She wasn't feeling fine at all; the pain and betrayal were hitting her hard. She wished she hadn't asked him, and at the same time, she was furious. Even though Diego refused to tell her and had a valid reason, she decided not to disturb him further. Instead, she asked, "How were you after your sister passed?" Immed

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  • Taken By The Man He Fears    Site seeing -011

    "The last words that came out of his mouth were, 'Daniel Crestwell,'" Diego finally told Dante. "Damn, that man is really not a good person, and now he is a candidate for a position in the House of Assembly. What if we use this publicity as the perfect time to take him down?" Dante asked Diego, his eyes filled with curiosity. Diego smirked. "Do you think it's that easy? If it were, we would have had him behind bars already. He has done a lot of crimes, but he knows how to clean up after himself." Diego told Dante that he had received a business investment proposal from Daniel Crestwell. At first, he didn't want to accept it, but now he thought he would, just to know what exactly was going on with Daniel's man. "I will get close to him and get most of the information from his mouth... or what do you think?" he asked Dante. Diego isn’t someone who usually asks for people's opinions, but today he did—which meant he really wanted to move forward. He was tired of being stuck in one place.

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  • Taken By The Man He Fears    The Legal Dead- 29

    The corridor leading to the public records office smelled of stale air and forgotten stories. Jane walked slowly, her steps measured, yet her hands clenched into fists at her sides. The fluorescent lights buzzed above her head. Each flicker echoed the pounding in her chest. Behind her, Jullie walked with a crisp, professional pace, her heels clicking against the linoleum floor like a metronome keeping time with Jane's dread.The receptionist barely looked up. “Name?”Jullie answered before Jane could. “Jane fransica Stadler.”There was a pause — not of recognition, but of confusion. The receptionist’s fingers stilled above the keyboard. “You must be mistaken.”“I’m her attorney,” Jullie said, sliding a folder across the counter. “We’re here to begin the process of correcting an erroneous death registration.”The woman stared at Jane. “That’s… not possible.”“It is,” Jullie replied coolly. “Rare, but not impossible.”They were sent to a back room, where a thin man with wire-rim glasses

  • Taken By The Man He Fears    Welcome Home, Julie— 028

    "Surprise? For me?" Jane blinked in disbelief, looking between Dante and Diego. She followed Dante up the stairs, heart racing. Something about his expression—like he was barely holding back a grin—told her this wasn’t just some casual shit, what could it be , she wondered When they got to her door, Dante stepped aside. “Go on,” he said, lips twitching.Jane opened the door—and before she could even process what was happening, someone jumped out from behind the curtain."JULIEEEEEEE!" she screamed, eyes wide in total shock.Julie, her childhood best friend, flung her arms open and caught her in a tight hug. The two of them twirled around the room, squealing and laughing like teenagers, overwhelmed with joy.Jane jumped, danced, her hands clutched tightly in Julie's. “I can’t believe this—how are you even here?!”Julie was laughing, tears in her eyes. “Diego, that fool, finally reached out to me last week. Do you know I almost passed out when he said you were alive?! I dropped everyth

  • Taken By The Man He Fears    The Bold Step— 027

    "You've been saying that for close to a year now. Tomorrow makes it exactly one year since you woke from that coma, but you still don't want to take that bold step." Diego’s voice cut through the silence, low and firm. He paused, his gaze locking onto Jane. "The other day when you went missing... you tried to harm yourself. You did things, Jane."Jane turned away, tears drying on her cheek as she rolled her eyes with a bitter scoff. "You think it's so easy, right? Some days I’m happy. Some days I just want to find them and kill them both. But then I think of my sister’s child—Nathan. And I can’t help but feel soft."Diego moved closer, his expression hard. “Did they think of you when they pushed you off that rooftop? Did they care then? You spent years lying in a hospital bed while your so-called mate fulfilled his dreams—his plans. While Lucy played the perfect assistant.” His voice cracked with restrained emotion. “And you’re talking about feeling soft?”Jane flinched at the truth o

  • Taken By The Man He Fears    Turnover -026

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  • Taken By The Man He Fears    "You Must Have Been Through A Lot"-024

    Jane’s POV, Diego’s ReflectionI sat in the dimly lit room, the weight of the past pressing down on me, suffocating in its intensity. Diego sat across from me, his expression a mixture of concern and something else I couldn’t place. His dark eyes, usually so steady and calm, now held a softness I had never seen before. It was as if he had just peeled back a layer of my soul, and what he found, he didn’t want to leave unspoken."You must have been through a lot," he said, his voice low, gentle. I nodded silently, unsure if I could even begin to explain the turmoil that had defined my life for the last few years. His words—simple, straightforward—felt like an acknowledgment of all the pain I had carried alone. Maybe he saw it in me. Maybe he knew the weight of the silence that had followed me for so long. Whatever it was, it made me feel... seen.I couldn’t help but glance away. The memories of the last few years played in my mind like a film I couldn’t stop watching. My time with Danie

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