Epic two Julian couldn't stop thinking about the deadly deal he made, let alone the sheer audacity of that woman from earlier. “The nerve…” he muttered under his breath, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the steering wheel as he drove. His mind replayed the scene over and over again—her fierce glare, the way she had the guts to grab his tie, her voice laced with anger as she demanded he pay for her drink. “Tshh! Ju-lia-n” he hissed, whispering his name like it was venom on his tongue. It wasn't just the incident that irked him—it was her presence. Her boldness. The way she had spoken to him with no regard for who he was. Did she have any idea who she had just messed with? Then, suddenly, reality struck him. “Oh my goodness! My phone” His voice hardened as irritation flared up again. He had left his other phone with Alex. With a frustrated sigh, he yanked the steering wheel, making a sharp U-turn back to the office. Alex was pacing back and forth when Julian stormed in. H

Epic 4 A secret room no one enters? That didn't sit so well with her, but she eventually forgot about it as they continued their ride. “We are here”. Alex said as they drove into the gigantic building. "Wow..." Margret 's breath hitched as she stepped out of the car, her eyes widening in disbelief. The mansion was so grand, so exquisite, it looked like something straight out of a fairytale. Its towering pillars, sparkling marble floors, and sprawling gardens stretched beyond what her eyes could take in. The crisp air smelled of fresh roses, and the golden glow from the chandelier-lit windows made the entire place look like a palace. Her heart raced with excitement. "They must be swimming in money to afford this." Unable to contain herself, she spun around, facing Alex with sheer enthusiasm. “Hey! I'm really going to live here, right?!” she asked, her voice bubbling with joy. Alex chuckled, his cheeks dusted with a light blush. “Of course. And, please… just call me Alex. I fee

Chapter 6 Margret clenched her fists as Julian’s words echoed in her mind. Messy hair? Of all the things he could have commented on, that was what he fixated on? The nerve of that man! Just because he was rich, he thought he could treat people however he pleased. A sudden knock at her door interrupted her thoughts. “Can I come in?” She hesitated for a moment before responding, “Yeah, sure.” The door creaked open, and Alex stepped in with a casual smile. “Oh, it’s you,” she said, relaxing slightly. “Mind if I sit?” Alex asked, motioning to the chair nearby. Margret smirked. “What if I say no?” “Then I’ll stand.” He grinned before settling onto the chair anyway. She rolled her eyes but couldn’t help but smile. “I’m really glad you decided to stay,” Alex admitted. Margret made a playful pout. “Why do you sound like I did you a huge favor? I mean, it was for my benefit too, so technically, I should be the one thanking you.” Alex raised an eyebrow. “You don’t realize what you d

Chapter 8 Girls. A bunch of disgusting perverts. How the hell did this loser keep track of my life? And how did she even know about Lucy? Julian exhaled sharply, kicking off his shoes with a tired grunt. "Damn, these shoes hurt." He ran a hand through his hair, his mind racing. “Tisha… ahh, Tsh…” he muttered, a strange smirk playing on his lips—one that disappeared the moment his phone rang. His jaw clenched as he picked up. “Hello, Mum.” “How are you, dear? I assume that worm at the office has been giving you a hard time again?” his mother’s voice came through, laced with concern. Julian remained silent. “We need to see you this weekend. There’s an important matter we must discuss,” she continued slowly. “Dad already told me,” he mumbled, rubbing his temple. “Yes, I know. But I need to tell you myself. I want you to understand just how serious this is.” Julian shook his head, his patience wearing thin. “I’ve heard you, Mum. I’m driving. I’ll call—” “You can use your earpod

Chapter 10 Accepting this job was a mistake. Or maybe the real mistake was tolerating every insult Julian threw at her. Margret paced her room, hands clenched into fists, still fuming from the humiliation. How dare he belittle her in front of his friend? Did he even know she was a graduate? The way he dismissed her, as if she were nothing—was she supposed to just ignore his friend? Was she supposed to snub him? She scoffed. Julian was never kind. Not for a second. Everything had been an act, a disguise. Beneath it all, he was still the cold, heartless man she always knew him to be. Margret let out a frustrated sigh, but just as she turned, a sharp knock at the door made her pause. “Margret … Ana…” The whisper sent a chill down her spine. She knew that voice. Why can't this man leave me alone? Her body tensed, but she forced a smile before opening the door. Alex stood there, grinning as if he had just heard the funniest joke. “Umm… any problem?” Margret asked, confused by