All Chapters of The Enigma Called Greg: Chapter 1
- Chapter 10
12 chapters
Chapter 1
The hall shimmered with anticipation. Guests shifted in their seats—some scrolling through their phones, others leaning in to exchange hushed whispers. At the altar stood Greg. This was meant to be the most important day of his life—his wedding to Eva. But she was nowhere to be seen. As he struggled to steady himself against the quiet surge of anxiety within him, his best man stepped closer. “Do you want me to call her?” Greg shook his head slowly. “No… let’s wait a little longer.” His voice was calm, almost assured, as though he believed she would appear at any moment—perhaps delayed by something he would soon understand. Another ten minutes passed. Still no Eva. Then, just as the tension began to tighten, the doors opened. Every head turned. But it wasn’t the grand entrance anyone had expected. No music swelled. No procession followed. Eva walked in alone. Her wedding dress trailed behind her, but something about it felt off—creased, slightly disheveled, as if she hadn
Chapter 2
Two days later, the city pulsed with its usual energy. Greg stepped into the nearest luxury mall to his home, intending to pass the time and pick up a few things. The polished floors gleamed beneath the lights as he moved calmly between displays, his attention settling on a shelf of items he meant to buy. Within minutes, he noticed Eva standing off to one side, picking up some items from a shelf. She wasn’t alone. Beside her stood a tall, sharply dressed man. His suit was immaculate—tailored to perfection—and the watch on his wrist caught the light with quiet, undeniable opulence. He leaned in slightly, murmuring something that made Eva laugh. The sound carried. Greg’s gaze lingered for only a moment before he turned back to the shelf, unfazed, as though they were nothing more than passing strangers. But a few minutes later, Eva noticed him. Her smile slipped and then she carried the items in the basket along with her, and walked up to Greg, her heels echoing sharply against
Chapter 3
Moments later, Eva and Ben stepped into the parking lot. Not far off, Greg was already there, standing calmly as he waited for his chauffeur. The driver had dropped him off earlier and gone to handle an errand Greg had assigned.After the wedding that never took place, Greg simply returned to the life he had always known before meeting Eva—a quiet, refined, and undeniably luxurious one. The sun hung low, casting long shadows across the concrete. Ben smirked as he unlocked his sleek car. “Let’s get out of here.” Eva slid into the passenger seat, smoothing her dress with practiced ease. Ben got in, started the engine—and shot out of the parking space without hesitation. As he swung sharply into the lane, a loud honk rang out—but it was too late. Scrape! Metal dragged harshly against metal as the side of Ben’s car clipped the front bumper of another vehicle. The car lurched to a stop. Silence followed. Then— “What the hell?!” Eva snapped, her composure cracking. Ben swore un
Chapter 4
The next morning, at the heart of the business district, Telfix Dynasties rose into the sky. It was a towering glass structure that reflected both sunlight and power. It was more than just a building. The name carried weight—in boardrooms, across markets, and throughout entire industries. Inside, the lobby moved with quiet precision. Staff walked briskly, conversations were low, and everything ran like clockwork. At the front desk, the secretary sat poised and focused—until the elevator doors slid open. She looked up— —and froze. Greg stepped out. For a split second, her composure slipped. In the entire company, only she and the CEO knew the truth—that Greg wasn’t just another executive. He was the owner. Even most top-level executives had no idea. Greg had designed it that way, keeping his identity hidden behind layers of structure and control. “Sir,” she said quickly, rising to her feet. Greg gave a small nod as he approached. “Good morning.” She straightened
Chapter 5
“What’s going on here?” the manager barked, his voice cutting through the chaos. He was one of the few top executives who knew Greg’s true position as the owner of the company. No one answered immediately. Jackson took a step back, though his glare stayed fixed. “Sir, I apologize for this,” the manager said, turning to Greg with measured respect. Greg gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. The manager pivoted sharply toward the staff. “This behavior is unacceptable! All of you—back to your stations. Now!” Reluctantly, the employees began to move, murmuring under their breath, puzzled as to why the manager was defending someone they considered a nobody. “But sir—” Jackson started. “I said now!” the manager snapped, his tone leaving no room for argument. Gradually, the room returned to a tense, uneasy calm. The manager’s gaze swept over everyone, his expression hard as steel. “I will be reviewing this incident. Anyone involved will face a formal query.” Several faces went pa
Chapter 6
Before Jackson could speak again, the manager’s gaze hardened. He handed him a crisp document. “Read this,” he said. Jackson took it casually, barely glancing at the heading— Then he froze. His face went pale. Confusion, disbelief, and panic flashed across his features. “This… what is this?” he stammered. It was his termination notice. His contract cited clear breaches of company conduct policies—insubordination, unprofessional behavior, and creating a hostile work environment. The manager’s voice was flat, precise. “This is your termination letter,” he said. “Effective immediately, due to violations of company policy. Please collect your belongings and leave the premises.” The room fell utterly silent. “What?” Jackson blurted. “No… this has to be a mistake!” “It’s not,” the manager replied evenly. “No, no, no—sir, you can’t be serious! I’ve been one of your top performers!” Jackson protested, panic edging into his voice. “Performance does not excuse misconduct,” the man
Chapter 7
The woman looked disheveled, her breathing shallow and uneven, and her skin ghostly pale under the streetlight. “Hey,” Greg said gently, crouching beside her. “Can you hear me?” Her eyes fluttered open, glassy and unfocused, as if she were looking through him rather than at him. “…don’t leave me,” she whispered. “I’m not going anywhere,” Greg assured her. “What happened?” She shook her head weakly, each movement seeming to drain her further. “They… gave me something. I… I don’t feel right…” Greg’s jaw tightened. That was all he needed to know. “Don’t worry. You’re coming with me. I’ll get you somewhere safe,” he said firmly. She didn’t resist as he helped her fasten the seatbelt, guiding her gently while she struggled to stay conscious. Once inside the car, he turned up the heat and grabbed a bottle of water from the console. “Here,” he said, pressing it into her trembling hands. “Take small sips.” Some of the water spilled down her chin, but she managed a few ca
Chapter 8
Alina didn’t hesitate.Which man would have done what Greg had done for her? Risking himself without a second thought, stepping in when no one else did—saving her. There was no doubt in her mind.“Yes… I will,” she said softly, but with certainty.The next day, Greg adjusted his suit jacket as he walked beside Alina, her hand resting securely in his. She looked radiant—calm, composed, and quietly glowing.They had both agreed there was no need for anything extravagant. No grand ceremony, no crowd—just something simple, official, and real.As they stepped into the courthouse, the clerk looked up with a polite smile. “Good morning! Here for a marriage?”“Yes,” Greg replied, his voice steady and assured.Alina stood beside him, her posture straight, her gaze fixed on him. There was gratitude in her eyes—but also something deeper now. Trust. Admiration.The ceremony was brief. A few words. A few signatures. Then—the final stamp.“You may now kiss,” the clerk said.Greg glanced at her with
Chapter 9
The car glided up the long, tree-lined driveway, tires crunching softly against the gravel. Alina leaned forward slightly, her eyes lighting up as the familiar silhouette of her family’s mansion came into view. After everything—the fear, the chaos, the danger—today was supposed to be different. Today was meant to be joyful. She had counted every hour since leaving the courthouse, imagining this moment… the look on her family’s faces when they saw her—standing beside Greg, her husband. “Are you nervous?” Greg asked, his voice calm as his hand brushed lightly over hers on the console. Alina shook her head, though the excitement in her smile gave her away. “No… just excited. They’ve been asking me to bring someone home for years. I can’t wait for them to meet you… to see that I’ve already taken that step.” Greg gave a faint, controlled smile. “Then let’s make sure it’s a good first impression.” Alina let out a soft laugh, leaning slightly toward him. “It’ll be more than that,
Chapter 10
Scott’s hands clenched at his sides, knuckles white, his face twisted with disbelief and rage. “Do you realize what you’ve done, Alina? You’ve married a man who—by every measure—is a loser! No status, no wealth, no connections! Have you thought about the social consequences of this… this disaster?” Deg laughed, a sharp, derisive sound that cut through the room. “Seriously? This is your husband? Look at him! His clothes wouldn’t even hit five hundred dollars, he has the demeanor of… of a clerk! Alina, what on earth were you thinking?” Laura, barely holding back her giggle, added, “He looks like someone scraping by day to day, not someone who could ever lift our family’s standing. You’re… throwing yourself away!” Melissa, their grandmother, narrowed her eyes behind her spectacles, shaking her head with audible disdain. “This is a disgrace, child. Do you understand the scandal you’ve invited? Marrying beneath yourself, beneath this family? It’s… shameful.” Alina’s hands tremble