MY ALPHA BOSS IS THE TOP ONE KILLER IN THE WORLD

The elevator doors opened with a soft ding, and instantly, my heart began to race faster than it ever had before. I stepped out into the top floor of Blackwood Corporation, and the first thing that hit me was the silence. It wasn’t a peaceful kind of silence… it was heavy, cold, and terrifying. Everything around me was designed to show power. The floors were made of shiny black marble that reflected the bright lights from above. The walls were painted in shades of grey and white, decorated only with expensive, abstract paintings that looked cold and emotionless. There were no bright colors, no laughter, no sound of chatting or phones ringing. Every employee walking past me was dressed strictly in black or dark blue suits, their heads down, walking fast, as if terrified that if they slowed down for even one second, something bad would happen. I adjusted my glasses and held my file tightly against my chest, my hands slightly shaking. This job… this job was the only hope I had left. My mother had been sick for months, and the hospital bills were piling up higher and higher. We were almost out of money, and if I didn’t get a good salary soon, I didn’t know what we would do. Blackwood Corporation paid the highest salary in the whole city, but getting in was almost impossible. I had applied three times before, and this time, by some miracle, I had been called for an interview and hired immediately. “Miss Isla Grace?” A sharp, cold voice cut through my thoughts. I turned quickly to see a woman standing near a glass desk. She looked to be in her late thirties, with her hair pulled back so tight it looked painful. She wore a strict black suit and looked at me with eyes that held zero warmth. “Y-Yes, ma’am, that’s me,” I replied, bowing my head slightly out of respect. “Follow me. Mr. Blackwood is waiting for you,” she said, turning around without waiting for me. “And listen carefully to what I am about to tell you, because your job depends on it. Mr. Blackwood is not like other bosses. He is… different. He is the youngest, richest, and most powerful man in this country. He built this empire from nothing, and he is feared by everyone — even people outside this building.” She paused and looked at me seriously over her shoulder. *“Do not speak unless he asks you a question. Do not look him in the eye for too long. Do not make noise. Do not ask personal questions. And whatever you do… *never, under any circumstances, try to enter the room at the very end of the hallway. It is always locked, and it is private. If you break any of these rules, you will be fired instantly. Do you understand me?” I swallowed hard, my throat feeling dry. “Yes, ma’am. I understand perfectly.” I had heard the rumors, of course. Everyone in the city knew who Axel Blackwood was. At only twenty-eight years old, he was a genius billionaire, a legend in the business world. People said he was cold as ice, rude, and ruthless. They said that anyone who stood in his way ended up ruined or disappeared completely. Some whispered that he had connections to dangerous people, that he was involved in things no normal businessman would touch. But I had always thought those were just stories… until now. The atmosphere in this building told me that those rumors might actually be true. We stopped in front of a pair of huge double doors made of dark wood, polished so much I could see my reflection in them. The plaque on the door simply read: AXEL BLACKWOOD — CEO. The woman knocked exactly three times, sharp and precise. “Come in.” The voice from inside was deep, rough, and low. It sounded like it belonged to a man who was used to being obeyed, a man who never had to ask for anything, only command. A shiver ran straight down my spine just hearing it. The woman pushed the door open and gestured for me to step inside. “Go in. Close the door behind you. Wait for him to speak to you.” I stepped inside, and the heavy door closed behind me with a loud THUD, cutting me off from the rest of the world. The office was enormous, bigger than the entire house I lived in with my mother. High bookshelves lined the walls, filled with books that looked old, expensive, and rare. There were maps on the walls, strange weapons displayed like decorations, and a large desk made of dark glass sitting right in the center of the room, facing the huge window that showed the whole city below. And behind that desk… sat Axel Blackwood. He did not look up when I entered. He was leaning back in his expensive leather chair, reading through a stack of documents. He wore a perfectly tailored black suit that fit his body like it was made only for him, showing off his broad shoulders and strong, muscular build. His dark hair was slightly messy, falling over his forehead, and his skin was pale but flawless. Even from far away, I could see how handsome he was — terrifyingly handsome, like a dark god or a statue carved from stone. “Sit,” he said simply, still not lifting his head. His voice was low and calm, but it held so much authority that I immediately walked to the chair in front of his desk and sat down on the very edge, terrified to make a wrong move. I waited in silence for what felt like hours. My heart was beating so loud in my chest I was sure he must be able to hear it. I looked around the room nervously, my eyes landing on the strange objects on his desk. There were no family photos, no decorations, nothing personal. Just files, pens, a heavy silver paperweight shaped like a skull, and a very sharp, long knife that looked like it had seen real use. Finally, he dropped the pen he was holding onto the table with a sharp click, and slowly lifted his head. My breath caught in my throat, and for a second, I forgot how to breathe. His face was perfect — sharp jawline, high cheekbones, full lips that were set in a permanent cold line. But it was his eyes that froze me in place. They were grey, like a storm cloud, light grey but dark at the same time. They were empty, cold, and piercing. He looked at me not like a boss looks at an employee… but like a predator looks at a small animal that had wandered into its territory. “So,” he began, his voice slow and deep, dragging out the word. “You are Isla Grace. Twenty-one years old. Graduated top of your class. Smart, hardworking… and desperate for money.” I blinked, surprised that he knew so much about me already. “Y-Yes, sir. I am here to work hard, sir. I promise I will do my best.” He stood up slowly, pushing his chair back, and walked around the desk towards me. He was tall — incredibly tall. He towered over me, making me feel small and tiny. As he walked closer, I caught the scent of his cologne. It was expensive and masculine, but mixed with something else… something darker, sharper, like rain, smoke, and danger. It was intoxicating and scary all at once. He stopped right in front of me, standing so close I could feel the heat coming off his body. He leaned down, placing his hands on the armrests of my chair, trapping me between his arms. His face was inches from mine, those stormy grey eyes staring deep into mine, searching for something. “I don’t care about promises, Isla Grace,” he whispered, his voice dropping lower, sending shivers all over my skin. “I don’t care if you are smart or if you graduated top of your class. I don’t care why you need this job. All I care about is one thing: Results.” He straightened up and walked away, turning his back to me to look out the big window at the city lights. “My last secretary… she was smart too. But she was curious. She talked too much. She asked questions about things that did not concern her.” He turned his head slightly to look at me from over his shoulder, his expression cold and dangerous. “I fired her. And I will fire you just as fast if you make the same mistakes.” He walked back to the desk and leaned against the edge, crossing his arms over his chest. His suit sleeve pulled back slightly, and for a split second, I saw something that made my eyes widen. Under his expensive shirt cuff, covering his wrist and going up his forearm… was a scar. A long, jagged, old scar. And next to it, there were more marks — marks that looked exactly like they came from knives, bullets, or fights. He noticed me looking, and instantly pulled his sleeve down, covering it up fast. His eyes turned darker, sharper, warning me. “Here are your rules, Isla Grace. Listen well, because you will hear them only once,” he said sternly. He counted them off on his fingers, his face serious. “Rule number one: You work for me, and only me. You do exactly what I say, exactly when I say it, no questions asked. You do not speak to anyone about my schedule, my meetings, or where I go.” “Rule number two: You do not touch anything on my desk, in my drawers, or in my private office. And most importantly… you never, ever try to open the door at the end of the hallway. That room is off-limits to everyone. If I ever see you near that door… you will regret ever being born.” His voice was calm, but the threat behind it was so real that I believed him completely. My mouth went dry. I nodded quickly. “I… I understand, sir. I will not go there.” He walked closer again, stopping right in front of me. He reached out and lifted his hand, and for a moment, I thought he was going to hit me. I flinched, closing my eyes. But instead, his fingers gently touched my chin, gripping it firmly but not painfully, lifting my face so I had to look at him. I opened my eyes and found him staring right into mine. His grey eyes swirled with emotions I couldn’t understand — power, danger, loneliness, and something dark hidden deep inside. “Rule number three,” he whispered, leaning down until his lips were almost touching my ear. “You see nothing. You hear nothing. You know nothing. You are just a shadow. You exist to make my work easier, and nothing else. Do we understand each other?” My heart was pounding painfully fast against my ribs. I looked into those terrifying, beautiful eyes, and even though I was scared… even though he was the scariest man I had ever met… I felt something strange. A pull. A magnetic force that drew me to him. I swallowed hard and nodded. “Yes, sir. We understand each other.” He pulled back abruptly, dropping his hand like touching me had burned him. He turned away and walked back behind his desk, sitting down and picking up his pen again, as if the intense moment had never happened. “Good. You start work today. Now get out. Close the door.” I stood up shakily, clutching my file tight. “Y-Yes sir. Good day, sir.” I walked towards the door, my legs feeling like jelly. My hand was on the doorknob when his voice stopped me one last time. “And Isla…” I turned to look at him. He wasn’t looking at me; he was already reading his papers again, his face back to that cold, expressionless mask. “Don't make me regret hiring you. Because I promise you… I am not the nice, normal businessman you think I am. I am far worse.” I stepped out and closed the door quietly behind me, leaning my back against the wood, breathing hard. My heart was still racing. Everyone was right. Axel Blackwood was terrifying. He was cold, rude, and scary. There was something dark hidden beneath that expensive suit and handsome face. Something dangerous. Something that told me he wasn't just a rich CEO… he was something else entirely. But as I walked to my small desk outside his office, I touched my chest where my heart was beating. I was terrified… but deep down, I knew one thing for sure. I had just met the most dangerous man in the world… and somehow, I was already falling under his spell.