The billionaires spouse

The visitor

I stacked the last of the contracts into a neat pile and smoothed the edge with my palm, satisfied for once that my desk looked as orderly as Kanat’s kingdom of intimidation. The hum of the office was steady, clicking keyboards, muted phone calls, like the world had settled into a rhythm I could handle.

Then my desk phone rang.

I flinched.

The little red light blinked like a warning. And only one man on this floor had the authority to make me jump out of my own skin with a single call.

I picked up, forcing my voice steady. “Yes, Mr. Timofey?”

“Vondy.” His voice was rich, clipped, and low in that way that always made my spine straighten. “Confirm my appointments for today.”

“Yes, sir. The legal team at eleven, board lunch at—”

“Cancel the lunch. Schedule a meeting in one hour instead. Book the entire restaurant.”

I blinked, the pen in my hand slipping between my fingers. “The entire… restaurant, sir?”

The line went dead.

I lowered the receiver slowly, staring at it as though it had just insulted me personally. Why in God’s name did one man need a whole restaurant for a meeting? Then again, I reminded myself, I was working for a billionaire. Normal logic didn’t apply.

“I’ve been working for this man for the past three years, and when I say he’s a workaholic, believe me, he probably even works on his birthdays. Thanks to him, I barely get time to celebrate mine, let alone spend quality time with Din, my cat. ”“If he could just give me a quarter of his money,” I muttered, tapping the pen against my notepad, “I’d pay off all my loans, sponsor my siblings through school, and buy Din every luxury cat toy she’s ever yowled for.”

Of course, the universe didn’t allow me to enjoy my private fantasies for long.

Because that was when he arrived.

The office door creaked, and in stepped an elderly man dressed head to toe in black, moving like a shadow out of place in daylight. His face stretched into a smile that made my skin crawl, yellowed teeth flashing like broken piano keys.

“Well, well,” he rasped, voice low and oily. “Pretty little thing guarding the lion’s den. I’m here to see Timofey.”

I straightened in my chair. “I’m sorry, sir. You’re not on Mr. Timofey’s schedule today.”

His smile widened, splitting his face in a way that was almost grotesque. “Little girl, don’t threaten your pretty position here. I don’t need an appointment to see Kanat.” His eyes slid over me, lingering in a way that made bile rise in my throat. “Besides, shouldn’t a young woman like you know how to… make exceptions?”

Every word felt like a slime trail across my skin. I gripped the phone with clammy fingers and dialed Kanat’s line, keeping my voice steady.

“I’m sorry to disturb you, sir,” I said, forcing the words out while the old man’s gaze burned into me. “But a man by the name Midnight requests to see you.”

There was the faintest pause. Then Kanat’s voice, firm and absolute: “Let him in.”

“Yes, sir.”

I hung up and gestured toward the office door, avoiding the man’s eyes. “You may go in.”

He tipped his head at me, that same crooked smile tugging at his lips, before disappearing inside.

The moment he was gone, I let out a shaky breath. Something about him… wrong. Always wrong. His energy felt like a storm just before it breaks.

Barely ten minutes passed before the door swung open again. Midnight shot out, his all-black suit whipping around him as he bolted down the hall. He didn’t so much leave as flee, like fire nipped at his heels.

I blinked after him. What in the world just happened in there?

Two minutes later, Kanat emerged. His expression was thunder, his jaw locked like stone, his steps sharp enough to strike sparks. He looked like he could kill a man with nothing but his stare.

“Clear all my schedules for today,” he ordered, his voice a growl. “Handle everything necessary.”

“But sir, you have a million-dollar contract—” I started.

His glare cut me off. “I don’t pay you that little salary to sit around whining about my time. Do your job.”

The words stung sharper than they should have, and before I could reply, he slammed his office door shut so hard the glass panel rattled.

I sat frozen for a moment, the echo of his anger still vibrating in my chest. Then I dropped my pen onto my desk with a sigh.

“What the hell crawled into his head and pissed all over it?” I muttered under my breath.