"My Father...."I couldn’t help but frown. My father? That had to be a joke. Or worse, a scam. I grew up in an orphanage, for God’s sake. I didn’t have a father, not one I knew of. Whoever this woman was, she must’ve found my number online and thought I’d fall for some story.The idea that some stranger wanted to hand me fifteen million dollars was laughable. I almost hung up. But something about her tone, too composed made me hesitate.“Pardon me, Mr. Cole,” she said softly, as if she could read my doubts through the silence. “Perhaps I didn’t explain it clearly. You’re not an orphan. You were separated from your family under tragic circumstances. Your biological father, Mr. Alexander Cole, never stopped searching for you. Two days ago, his team finally located you, and your identification has been confirmed.”My stomach dropped. “Wait—what?” I asked, the words barely making it out. My chest felt tight, like all the air had been sucked out of the room.Alexander Cole. That name alone

Donovan kept talking, but Clara didn’t even spare him a glance. Her sharp eyes scanned the crowd as if she was searching for someone important.The murmur among the guests swelled up.“Did you hear that? He said Cole Group!” someone gasped.“Wait—the Cole Group?!” another voice echoed in disbelief.“No wonder Mr. Donovan’s acting so respectful! It all makes sense now—she’s from the Cole Group!”“That’s insane! I’ve only ever heard their name on the news!”Within seconds, the whispers grew louder, people elbowing one another, craning their necks just to catch a glimpse of Clara. Even those who had no idea what was happening started connecting the dots from the murmurs around them. I stood there, speechless.I’d always heard about the Cole Group, the way their reach extended across every major industry in finance, tech, real estate, energy—you name it. People spoke about them like they were gods of the business world, untouchable and ruthless. But to me, it had always been just talking

The Vulcanus truly lived up to its name. Every inch of the luxury car screamed wealth — smooth leather that wrapped around me like a second skin, a subtle scent of sandalwood and money in the air, and the kind of silence that made you forget the chaos of the world outside. I leaned slightly against the seat, staring out the tinted window as the nightscape of Miami zipped past. The world blurred into ribbons of neon and streetlights — blue, gold, red — all blending together in the darkness. Somehow, it felt strangely peaceful. But no matter how comforting the ride was, my heart still hadn’t completely settled. Tonight had been a storm. Too much had happened. Too many changes. Just this morning, I was a broke student. By nightfall, I was sitting in the back of a million-dollar car beside a woman whose mere presence could silence a room. The thought still felt unreal. But the doubts that had lingered earlier were gone. No con artist could’ve staged what happened at the club entrance. The

Clara's sudden movement caused me to freeze. we were so close. Her body's scent dug into my nose. My body began to heat up. I looked directly at the two fair breasts that were within reach. There was a deep ravine between them. My throat became parched, and my palms became sweaty. My lower body to react, stretching his jeans. However, right after, the beautiful scene in front of me changed. Clara had stood up. I felt incredibly disappointed, a little upset even. Clara tilted her head, noticing the mound on Ethan's lower body. Blush spilled over her fac. She covered her mouth and giggled. "Sir is quite naughty." How embarrassingI felt like disappearing. "I am a normal man after all, it's hard not to react when you're so close to me"!Reigning in my confidence, I straightened up. I haughtily said, "Besides didn't you say you'd address all my needs? Doesn't that include... this?". I motioned at the mound of my pants. As soon as those words left my mouth, I regretted them. Frick

Damn I had such a perfect woman. What more could I want?I was almost move to tears."Don't call me Sir, just call me by name," I whispered, caressing Clara's face."No you're my master, Sir is appropriate," in my arms, Clara leaned over, with her eyes half -closed. She seemed to be enjoying the moment. I was suddenly curious. "Clara, I took your first kiss, right?""Yeah," Clara's bright, charming eyes blinked. She giggled. "Despite my lack of experience, I seem to be quite skilled in giving blowjobs right? Are you curious?" "Yeah" I replied honestly, nodding ."Well, it's obviously because I went through a specialized curriculum." Clara grinned as she continued, "Your little assistant is more capable than you think."Clara began narrating her story.Her words gradually alleviated the mystery and I began to understand her better.I had already guessed it before.Clara's role in the Cole Group was similar to that of a groomed servant.She was an orphan. As a child, she was taken in