Dominic kept glancing at his Wristwatch, for the umpteenth time, worries etched all over his face. He had prepared for this day, to propose to his girlfriend— Evalina, and to leave her speechless with an incredible gift he'd prepared— something which everyone thought someone like him shouldn't even think of buying. Four years in the university, Dominic's name was a thing of humiliation, but all the derogatory words and cruel schemes from people never got to him. He was bigger. Only time was holding him back, and today is the right time to show that he wasn't the poorest dude on the campus they thought he was, not the errand guy who they puppet around. "Heck," Marcus, his best friend lamented from the dark. "Why's she taking so long to arrive?" "I can't wait to see your babe, man." He grinned, hitting Dominic's shoulder playfully.Dominic smirked, excitement bubbling. He'd kept his relationship hidden from the world, an idea fostered by Evalina. "I don't want the girls prying o

The call went silent for a heartbeat. Vega Cross hanging on the line, waiting for Dominic's declaration.Outrightly, Dom's expression twisted with disapproval and suspicion as he wondered how news of his fallen relationship quickly spread. Thinking about the proposals from another angle, a light smirk curled the corner of his lips. This would be fun— Of course. He chuckled low.Just a few minutes after his relationship fell through, proposals came flooding from women around the world. Evalina didn't know just how much she'd lost.Dominic's voice came, sharp and authoritative after processing everything. "Accept all the requests, Cross," He said. "Keep my identity safe— hidden. And dig in, I want to know how my personal affairs got out so quickly."Vega Cross nodded frantically even though Dominic couldn't see him. "Yes, master. I'll make my findings and do as you've ordered." He said with a tone burdened with respect.Dominic nodded curtly. "Good," He said and stood straighter, his mi

The air rippled with laughter, then comments exploded in waves like Rosa had just broke an overwhelmed door of humiliation. "Poor rats dream big too." Someone laughed in jeers. "He thinks it's some kind of toy his kid brother rolls on the floor," One guy chipped in between taunting laughter. "That's fucking Royce.... Rolls." Dominic stood tall, his expression carved from stone as he stared down Rosa. "What the heck is your problem? Do I have business with you?" Rosa laughed, briefly glancing back at her friends at the back. They all burst in a wave of laughter that could make a man wonder if he's naked in the street. But Dominic stood, his head up, the air buzzing around him to bury him in their humiliation. But to him, they were all lousy flies, and soon they'll eat their shit up! "Business?" Rosa laughter rang sharply, witted enough to shatter glass. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind. "You think you're worthy of speaking to someone like me? Take a look at me—"

Rosa stumbled into his boyfriend's apartment, Connor, the guy most people on campus popularly call the H.H— Handsome hot. His striking features were Stark under the warm glow of the ambiance like a handsome god carved by Adonis himself, the god of handsomeness. Five feet nine tall, his skin flawless, glowing bronze under the light like his face was dipped in unadulterated honey overnight. He pampered his skin more than his balls, and once, he'd publicly assaulted a lecture who unintentionally tossed book to his face, saying it was an abuse to his sauve face. Squared shoulder, perfect abs that look like it could cut through glass. That's Connor Lumbard. He's the reason most girls turn their heads and lose their way, and why most guys get jealous. But Conner is a jerk who swaps women every week like clothes, dumping the first like trash and taking new ones that won't last two weeks. Cars and lavish lifestyles were his trade mark, but what everyone didn't know was that he's a le

Eva clicked out of her apartment. The moment the gentle morning breeze brushed her face, she walked into Mr. Pappu, her Indian landlord, short, round head like mosel. His bogus trouser looking too large for his plumpy body. Eva stopped, slightly taken about by his unexpected presence. Her eyes narrowed on him with a mix of curiosity and suspension. "Mr. Pappu," She toned, her voice tingling with curiosity. "To what do I owe this morning visit. My rent is not yet due." She said. Mr. Bobby nodded, his expression neutral. "Good thing you remember, Mahila," He said, his voice tingling with indian accent he was gradually loosing to the queen lingo. "I'm here for the electricity Bill. You know the rules...your boyfriend pays for it once it's the beginning of every month." Eva's Expression faltered slightly. She didn't know about that. It has been Dominic handling the electricity Bill and even her rent. He'd never disturbed her about anything, and she'd never asked how easy everything