Sorry it's coming late. This one is for the sweet reviews and comments Stefan stared at Dorothy silently for what felt like an eternity before his expression darkened. Dorothy sighed to herself."I expected this. You're going to get mad, and you're going to think I'm stupid, but I know you, Stefan. I know you can do it again," she said with a hopeful smile."Say something to me. Try to talk. It shouldn't be that hard—you did it before," she urged, but Stefan remained silent."Fine," Dorothy huffed, standing up and giving her body a light stretch. She jogged in place and cracked her knuckles while Stefan looked at her in confusion. Before he could react, a sharp slap landed on his face."Since you're not going to talk, I'll make you talk. You just need something to compel you and luckily I know how to do that" Dorothy said, delivering another slap.Stefan held his cheek, too stunned to be angry."I didn't mean to hurt you, Stefan. I'm doing this for your own good, and I know it hurts.
"What about me?" Stefan asked casually.Dorothy wasn’t dreaming—he was talking. She rubbed her eyes thoroughly, but he was still there. He was standing tall, and he talked... He just freaking talked.Dorothy nearly passed out on her bed. She wanted Stefan to get better, but this was too sudden—it scared her.As Stefan moved closer, she inched even farther back, almost pressing herself against the wall. She wished she could disappear into it.Stefan stood there, staring at her quietly while she silently begged the wall to swallow her."You were right," he said, and she blinked, staring at him in confusion.Stefan stepped forward again, but she quickly pointed at him, signaling him to stay back."A crippled person doesn’t just suddenly walk overnight. I could believe it if you were only talking, but you’re standing. Have you been faking your injury?" Dorothy asked, her eyes searching his for answers, but he gave nothing away.She realized how ridiculous her question sounded. She remembe
Stefan quietly stared at Dorothy, watching her go crazy openly."This isn't normal, Stefan. The other day, I saw you struggle to stand. You fell, you were in so much pain, yet you couldn't cry because it was hard to even speak. Then overnight, you're suddenly walking and talking like nothing happened," Dorothy said. She couldn't understand the algorithm—something didn't add up."What's so hard to believe? I recovered after nine years. Why do you make it sound like it happened overnight?" Stefan asked, furrowing his brows."It did happen over nine years, but it feels sudden. I know you understand what I'm talking about," Dorothy replied."I don't know what you're talking about," Stefan shrugged. "Stefan, a cripple don't just walk overnight" Dorothy said and Stefan's face changed, he looked like he was offended for a second. Never had he ever imagined Dorothy calling him crippled."All I know is you people are weird" He replied, staring straight into her eyes. "When it took years to ge
Dorothy bit her lip, intertwining her fingers as her face reddened even more. “If this is too much, I’ll scrap it—”“It’s not too much at all,” Stefan cut her off.Dorothy looked up at him as he continued.“Nothing is ever too much as long as you want it. I’ll take care of everything,” Stefan assured her, and Dorothy couldn’t help but smile widely. She couldn’t believe she would be visiting the Seine River soon.“Make sure you’re ready tonight. Griffin will bring you a laptop so you can order any outfit of your choice,” Stefan said.“Really?” Dorothy’s face lit up. She had thought she was asking for too much when she made the request.Stefan reached out and gently touched her face. His touch was so soft that it made every system in Dorothy’s body momentarily shut down.“Remember, nothing is ever too much when it comes to you,” he repeated, staring deeply into her eyes. Dorothy nodded like she was spellbound, but when she noticed him leaning forward, she instinctively covered his lips
Stefan gently guided Dorothy to the dinner table. He pulled out a chair for her, ensuring she was seated before taking his own seat opposite her. A well-dressed waiter approached them and respectfully handed the menu to Stefan, who motioned for the waiter to give it to Dorothy instead.He turned to her with a soft expression.“Order whatever you like. I had your favorite dish prepared tonight, so try not to eat it all,” he said with a playful tone that Dorothy found hard to believe.She picked out the dishes she liked and glanced up at him.“Aren’t you ordering anything?” she asked when she noticed Stefan watching her intently.“I’ll have the same thing my wife is having,” he replied to the waiter.Wife?? Dorothy couldn’t help but smile to herself, hoping her cheeks weren’t burning red. She didn't know how good it felt to be called a wife feels until now. Stefan had been so sweet to her so far. But was he always like this with Bianca too?The thought dulled her mood. She didn’t know m
Griffin walked into Stefan's office. "Mr. Stefan, you sent for me. Is everything alright?" he asked, his brows furrowing with concern.Stefan was busy on his laptop. He paused and looked at Griffin for a moment before gesturing toward the chair opposite him.Griffin stared at Stefan, puzzled. He didn’t think he had ever sat down for a conversation with him before, but now, he was getting a special invite. Carefully, he took a seat, still giving Stefan a curious and slightly worried look.Stefan slid his laptop toward Griffin. The screen displayed pictures of three young women. Griffin couldn’t help but twitch his eyes in confusion as he stared at them, wondering why Stefan was showing him pictures of women."Which one do you like more?" Stefan asked, leaning back on the couch.Griffin was taken aback by the question. "I'm not sure, Mr. Stefan. Why are you asking me this? I thought you were happy with the young mistress?" he asked, looking visibly stressed.Stefan shook his head. "They
"Where do you want me to start with all these questions you're throwing at me?" Stefan asked dryly."Somewhere, Stefan." Dorothy folded her arms under her chest, staring at him impatiently.Stefan sighed and moved to sit on the bed. He pointed to the empty space beside him, signaling for Dorothy to sit. Dorothy rolled her eyes but sat beside him anyway."No, I have not been pretending about my injury, and yes, I don't want anyone to know I'm recovered. That's why I'm putting up an act now," Stefan answered her questions."But why are you hiding it? Isn't this something you should be happy about?" Dorothy asked, her face scrunching up in confusion."You're right, it is something to be happy about—and I am—but I still think I should keep it a secret for now. So, do me a favor and play along. Can you do that?" Stefan asked softly.Dorothy was silent for a moment before nodding. Stefan smiled a little and patted her hair."Thank you," he said."Why do you love doing that?" Dorothy asked.
Tasha smirked when she saw Dorothy sit opposite her, but her smirk immediately shifted to a worried, gentle expression—one that Dorothy found instantly unsettling."Dorothy, you're here already. I thought you weren’t going to show up, and I got anxious, so I ordered an orange juice before you what to you want some?," Tasha said, raising the glass of juice to Dorothy's face. She did so gently yet manipulatively and Dorothy knew she should be careful "Cut to the chase. What do you want from me?" Dorothy asked, her expression serious and unamused."Nothing, I promise. I just..." Tasha sniffled, opening her fancy little purse and pulling out a handkerchief to gently dab her teary eyes. "I just want to be close to my family again... I don’t want to fight anymore. And I’ve been thinking—you’re a good person. I shouldn’t have conspired with your mother to force you into marrying Stefan against your will," she said, crying.Dorothy stared at her, still feeling confused. "What do you want exa
"She was watching porn before her big presentation.""This is so disturbing to watch.""So unprofessional."The boardroom erupted in murmurs. Dorothy frantically tried to shut the video off, but each click only revealed more explicit content."I was just practicing a few minutes ago... everything was fine," she mumbled, embarrassed and confused.Stefan's eyes darkened at the scene unfolding before him. Griffin, standing behind him, stepped forward."The meeting is over for today," he announced.The murmurs continued as the board members filed out, some throwing Dorothy disgusted looks."I'll take that," Kia said softly, gently removing the laptop from her hands. He exchanged a silent look with Griffin, signaling him to leave. The two men exited, leaving Dorothy and Stefan alone in the boardroom.Dorothy stood frozen, unable to meet Stefan's gaze. A hiccup escaped her lips before she broke down into tears."I'm sorry... I can't explain what happened," she cried.Stefan rose from his ch
Stefan entered the room and found Dorothy sitting on the bed, writing on a sheet of paper. Around her were several crumpled papers, and she looked troubled."Love, what are you doing?" he asked, coming to sit beside her."I'm trying to prepare a startup speech for the presentation, but I can't seem to come up with a good one," Dorothy pouted, tossing the last paper onto the floor.Stefan sighed and sat closer."You don’t have to overwork yourself or prove to anyone that you deserve the title I gave you. Love, you know I don’t play with my business. I wasn’t stupid when I asked you to be my First Lady," Stefan told her.Dorothy bit her lip. He was right—she worried too much about what people thought. Ever since Stefan announced her as First Lady, she had been receiving disgusted looks from women and criticism online."Thank you," she said, smiling in appreciation."Now, will you drop all this and at least eat something?" Stefan asked. Before Dorothy could respond, he added, "If you say
The boardroom was filled with business clients, including Stefan and Dorothy. Each person had a bottle of water, a pen, and a notepad, listening intently to the man standing at the front of the room."And with this idea of mine, I’m sure we can make this company a better place," the client concluded, and everyone in the room applauded."Thank you, Mr. Jay, for the excellent presentation. We will take some of your ideas into consideration," Kia said before opening the large book in front of him. "Next week, Mrs. Dorothy Everest, you will present to us." He said with a strictly professional tone.Dorothy looked momentarily thrown off, but she forced a smile and nodded."That’s all. The meeting is dismissed," Kia announced, and the boardroom slowly emptied.Dorothy, in Stefan's office sighed, lost in thought, until Stefan hugged her from behind."Are you thinking about your presentation next week?" he asked softly. Her silence gave him the answer. "Love, you shouldn’t worry. You’ll do gr
Finn held Dorothy's face as he stared deep into her eyes. "Look at you," he murmured, his deep voice cracking slightly. He admired her for a moment before speaking again. "You look so much healthier this time. Are you all finally getting along?" he asked.Dorothy grinned from ear to ear at the question. She turned back to look at Stefan, and Finn followed her gaze. It was then he realized there were other people in the room, including someone he did not recognize."You should give the credit to my husband, Dad. He took really good care of me," Dorothy replied.Finn froze, his hands dropping from her face."Husband?" His eyes flickered between Stefan and Dorothy. "When did you get married?" he asked, squinting in confusion."Mom didn't tell you I was married?" Dorothy asked, looking unsure.Finn turned his gaze to Agnes. Though his expression remained calm, she knew she was in trouble. He forced a smile before shifting his attention to Stefan, who stood behind them with his hands burie
A knock sounded on Chloe's door, and she opened it with frustration. Seeing Griffin’s face almost made her slam it shut again, but he held it firmly, preventing her from doing so."I wanted to ask how your first day at work went," Griffin said."You're a scam, Griffin! You told me the pay was huge, but guess who's not getting paid? Me!" She yelled the last word, pointing at herself."Why won’t you be getting paid?" Griffin asked, raising a brow."Apparently, I don’t know anything about trading, so they won’t let me join their internship program unless I pay them to learn," Chloe complained."And you think that's wrong?" Griffin narrowed his eyes."Didn’t you hear what I just said? I’m supposed to be making money, not paying them!" Chloe said, exasperated."Chloe, if you're interested in the class, I can lend you some money. At least learn a good skill—you’ll make more than twice what you spent," Griffin offered.She shot him a look. "Why would you want to help me? I don’t owe you anyt
He was tall and dressed in an exceptionally dark suit. His skin was the palest Chole had ever seen, but it only enhanced his striking appearance—especially the silver lip ring that stood out against his complexion."Hi there," he spoke with a slight smile. He probably thought it looked friendly, but instead, it carried a dangerous edge—one that somehow made him look even better."Who... are you?" Chole asked, blindsided by his male beauty."Levi," he replied simply. "I overheard your frustration. You need money, but you don't want to work for it. I understand that, and I can help you.""How?" Chole asked, confused.Levi smiled slightly and pulled his bare hand out of his pocket, stretching it toward her."Take my hand.""Why?" Chole eyed him warily."Trust me," Levi replied, his patience thinning.Chole hesitated, glancing between his hand and his face. "Are you saying you'll give me money?""Try me," Levi smirked."Don't try him," someone said from behind.Chole turned to see Griffin
Dorothy was speechless—Stefan’s proposal caught her off guard. First Lady of his company? There was no time to process what was happening. From being the unpopular daughter of a family to becoming the First Lady of a wealthy man's company—it felt surreal."Do you think I can do this?" Dorothy asked in a low voice."I think you're perfect for the title, young mistress. You have a way of surprising everyone with your fierce leadership. You'll do just fine," Kai piped in."Thank you so much. I'll do my best to help this company grow, and I won't disappoint you, Stefan," Dorothy said gratefully."You could never disappoint me, love," Stefan replied. He turned to Kai and Griffin, nodding for them to leave."Work starts tomorrow. I'll see you then," he dismissed them.Now, it was just him and Dorothy alone in the office. "Come here," he said, tapping his leg. Dorothy hesitated briefly before sitting on it. She was so small, sitting on one of his legs got nothing on him."How are you feeling
Griffin tore the paper in half, making Tristan's eyes widen, while Dorothy released a breath of relief she hadn't realized she was holding."Mr. Orion, you had a lot to say the other day," Stefan said, turning to Orion, who now looked like he wanted no part in this anymore. "Please remind Tristan that he has thirty minutes before the contract expires," Stefan added dryly.Tristan checked the contract, and it was indeed written that if he didn’t sign within the next few minutes, the agreement would become void.His assistant, standing beside him, glanced at his wristwatch. "We have five minutes left," he mumbled to Tristan.Tristan stared at Stefan, wondering why he wasn’t panicking despite being on the verge of losing his company. Doubt began creeping into Tristan's mind, but time was ticking. Maybe this was one of Stefan’s mind games, a trick to make him hesitate.Ignoring his instincts, Tristan signed the contract."And it's done. From today onward, I am the new CEO of Everest Stock
The internet had been on fire ever since the event night. Stefan's name was in the headlines—he was the number one trending topic, with questions like:"How did Stefan start walking and talking overnight?""What if Stefan has been faking his injury all this while?"The headlines were never-ending.A car arrived at Everest Stock Exchange. The driver stepped out and helped Stefan with the door, and everything felt different this time. It wasn’t like the usual days when he would be helped onto his wheelchair and wheeled inside the company—he was standing on his own two feet now.Camera flashes filled the air. The drivers knew they couldn’t help Dorothy with the car door because that was Stefan's responsibility, so they stood to the side, watching as he ignored the blinding white flashes and assisted Dorothy out of the car."Stefan, have you been faking your injury?""Stefan, how did you recover overnight?""Before the event, you were seen using your wheelchair, so how did you suddenly st