In the world of high society, a young woman found herself between the devil and the red sea: her ruthless boss whom she was sold to by her father and the cold enigmatic CEO, her new boss whom She's after his precious watch. But as she falls for the enigmatic and powerful man who holds her fate, she realizes their relationship is in a web of betrayals and enemies within. When he unravel her hidden secrets and her involvement with his enemies, she must confront the truth: she's just a pawn in her ruthless boss's game of power and love for wealth. Can she break free from his toxic grasp and fights for the one she loves, her cold hearted billionaire boss?
view moreAlexa walked through the villa hallways, her thoughts swirling as she headed to Miss Yvonne’s room. She still couldn’t wrap her mind around Julian’s recent kindness. He had been cold and distant at first, a man with walls so high she doubted anyone could climb them. But lately, he had surprised her—not just with his words, but with his actions. Why is he being so kind? she wondered. A small, unfamiliar warmth stirred in her chest. It was strange, almost unsettling, to be treated with such consideration. Her thoughts shifted to Marcus, and the warmth quickly dissipated. She shuddered as memories of his cruel words and punishing threats surfaced. Marcus had always used her like a pawn, reminding her that she was expendable, dispensable. The bruises he left weren’t always physical, but they hurt just the same. Alexa clenched her fists. Marcus will find out I’ve failed him. Her chest tightened at the thought. The stolen jewelry hidden in her room and the misplaced hearing aid loomed
Julian adjusted the crisp collar of his tailored navy suit, the sheen of the Italian fabric catching the morning light streaming through the villa windows. A pristine white shirt complemented the ensemble, with a deep crimson tie adding a bold accent. His polished black Oxford shoes clicked softly on the marble floor as he crossed the room. Theo entered without knocking, as was his custom, holding a leather-bound planner. "Your schedule for today, sir," he began. "You'll be meeting with the investigator again. This time, not here but at a private location, as arranged." Julian nodded, his sharp eyes focused on Theo, though his thoughts were elsewhere. He was replaying fragments of the cryptic words Dr. Patel had shared with him the day before: "The answers you’re looking for aren’t just hers—they might be yours, too." A knock at the door pulled him from his reverie, and Alexa entered, a delicate tray balanced in her hands. Her smile was hesitant, her movements precise as she appr
Theo's jaw tightened as he observed Julian and Alexa from a distance. His boss, usually aloof and exacting, was suddenly warm and accommodating to the new maid. It didn’t make sense. Something about the way Julian looked at her, spoke to her—it unsettled Theo in ways he couldn’t explain.His fingers brushed the edge of his earpiece, his voice sharp and low. "Derrick, meet me in the east corridor. Now."Moments later, Derrick appeared, his expression calm but curious. "Yes, sir?"Theo leaned in slightly, his voice dropping further. "Keep an eye on Alexa," he ordered. "Discreetly. And make sure Julian doesn’t catch wind of it."Derrick’s eyebrows lifted, a flicker of surprise breaking through his composed demeanor. "The maid?" he asked, though he quickly schooled his features and nodded. "Understood."Without another word, Derrick turned on his heel and strode away, leaving Theo alone. His eyes darkened as they tracked back to Julian and Alexa. Who are you really, Alexa? he thought. The
Alexa's eyes widened in surprise at Julian’s unexpected words. Can he really be her friend? She hadn’t expected kindness from him, especially after everything that had just happened. Her cheeks flushed as she nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Y-yes."A genuine smile spread across Julian's face, and he gently squeezed her hands. "I'm glad," he said, his eyes crinkling with warmth, softening the intensity she had always associated with him.They both stood up, and Julian led her out of the room. With every step, a surprising sense of ease washed over Alexa. She couldn’t believe it—this was Julian, the man who had once intimidated her, now offering his kindness so effortlessly.As they entered the living room, Miss Yvonne looked up from her book, a surprised expression crossing her face. "Alexa, dear, how are you feeling?" Her voice was filled with concern.A grateful smile tugged at Alexa's lips. "I’m feeling better, thank you, Miss Yvonne," she replied, her voice steadier than befor
Marcus's Underground LairMarcus paced the dimly lit room, his anger simmering just below the surface. The hearing bud lay silent, its connection severed. His attempts to reach Alexa had failed, and the silence gnawed at him. With a sharp motion, he swept the bottles off the table, sending them crashing to the floor. "You conniving idiot," he snarled, his voice venomous. "Is this what you’ve been plotting all along?" Turning sharply, he barked, "Nelson! Disconnect the hearing bud and any other links to the lair. Now." Nelson sprang into action, his fingers flying over the keyboard. "Yes, sir. Cutting off all connections. The device will be useless now—just a shell with no traceable records." Satisfied, Marcus stormed into another room. Inside, monitors glowed in the darkness as one of his men worked diligently. "I’ve tracked his movements, sir," the man reported without looking up. "No suspicious activity yet, but we’re keeping close tabs." Marcus's lips curled into a grim
Marcus's Underground LairMarcus paced the dimly lit room, his anger simmering just below the surface. The hearing bud lay silent, its connection severed. His attempts to reach Alexa had failed, and the silence gnawed at him. With a sharp motion, he swept the bottles off the table, sending them crashing to the floor. "You conniving idiot," he snarled, his voice venomous. "Is this what you’ve been plotting all along?" Turning sharply, he barked, "Nelson! Disconnect the hearing bud and any other links to the lair. Now." Nelson sprang into action, his fingers flying over the keyboard. "Yes, sir. Cutting off all connections. The device will be useless now—just a shell with no traceable records." Satisfied, Marcus stormed into another room. Inside, monitors glowed in the darkness as one of his men worked diligently. "I’ve tracked his movements, sir," the man reported without looking up. "No suspicious activity yet, but we’re keeping close tabs." Marcus's lips curled into a grim
Julian changed into a fitted, dark-grey crew neck T-shirt, the soft fabric molding to his broad shoulders and toned physique. Paired with black lounge pants that hung casually on his hips, the outfit was simple yet refined, embodying his effortlessly commanding presence. He ran a hand through his tousled hair and took a deep breath. The private investigator he had hired to look into his parents’ murder would arrive shortly. He had chosen to keep the investigation quiet—discretion was paramount. He didn’t know who could be trusted, and secrets, he had learned, had a way of being betrayed. The door opened, and Theo entered. “He’s here, waiting in the lounge.” Julian nodded and followed him out. The lounge, nestled in the eastern wing of the villa, was his private sanctuary for handling sensitive matters. The room had witnessed his darkest moments and most critical decisions, and its connection to the hidden garden—the site of his parents’ murder—only added to its somber atmosphere
Theo, Julian's assistant, stepped into the dining room, his usual composed demeanor momentarily disrupted by surprise. He had never seen Julian laughing or engaging in casual conversation with anyone—especially not the new maid, Alexa."Good morning, sir," Theo greeted, his sharp gaze quickly scanning the room. "Your schedule today includes a contract signing with the Charleston Group at the office, followed by a meeting with the investigator." Julian’s laughter faded, replaced by his characteristic stoic expression. Dressed in a meticulously tailored suit, he exuded his usual air of authority, nodding at Theo’s update. As Theo read out the day’s itinerary, his cold, calculating eyes settled on Alexa, who involuntarily shivered under his scrutiny. There was something unsettling about his gaze, as though he could see right through her. Julian’s attention shifted back to Alexa, their eyes locking in a moment charged with unspoken tension. The air between them seemed to hum, the lin
Alexa sighed deeply, her mind restless. The events of the previous evening replayed on an unending loop—Julian’s worried gaze, the tension in his posture, Theo’s cryptic words, and the unsettling emotions they all stirred in her. Every look Julian gave her made her heart flutter, but it was also a stark reminder of the danger surrounding them both. Despite her turmoil, exhaustion eventually overtook her, and she drifted off to sleep. However, peace was short-lived as a strange, frightening dream jolted her awake in the early hours of the morning. Her breathing was erratic, and though she couldn’t recall the details, a nagging feeling of impending danger lingered. She rubbed her temples, trying to make sense of it all when her hearing aid buzzed. She wore it even while sleeping—one of the many rules she followed religiously. “My ear will wear off at this rate,” she muttered, clicking the receiving button. “Alexa Keys.” The voice that greeted her was chillingly familiar. It was
In the dimly lit, damp basement beneath the streets of Tokyo's Shinjuku district, the air reeked of blood, sweat and fear.Marcus, a ruthless and cunning loan shark and underground mafia Lord, stood tall, his eyes gleaming with contempt."Do you know what happens to debtors like you?" Marcus's voice dripped with malice as his grip tightened around a man’s neck. "They never live to tell their story. Well, maybe they do... in hell. To others like them."The man's eyes bulged, his face purpling as he struggled to breathe. "P-please... just a little more time... I'll pay, I swear—"Marcus's expression remained impassive, his eyes glinting with a sinister light. With a swift, brutal motion, he delivered a fatal blow, the man's skull shattering beneath his hands. Blood splattered across the concrete floor, a gruesome testament to Marcus's ruthless efficiency.He didn’t flinch but calmly walked out, his boots echoing on the hard floor, and entered his office. Settling into the leather chair
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