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

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

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

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

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