Woke Up In stranger's body

Nora’s hands trembled as she placed the coffee on Rio Hilton’s pristine glass desk. The strong aroma filled the air, but the moment he took a sip, his face twisted in disgust. “This coffee is too sweet,” he muttered, before carelessly knocking the cup off the desk. The porcelain shattered on the floor, dark liquid spilling over the white marble tiles. “I’m so sorry, sir,” Nora gasped, immediately bending down to clean the mess. “I’ll make another one.” Rio didn’t even glance at her. His eyes remained fixed on the magazine he was reading. “No need. You’re fired.” Nora froze, looking up at him in disbelief. “Sir?” she asked, hoping she had misheard. Rio sighed, finally lifting his gaze. “Are you deaf? I said you’re fired. Get out.” Tears welled in Nora’s eyes, but she swallowed them back. With no other choice, she rose to her feet and hurried out of the office. The door had barely shut when Rio pressed the intercom. “Fermin! Get in here.” Within seconds, his assistant rushed inside. “Yes, sir?” “Find me a new secretary. Immediately.” Fermin hesitated, his fingers tightening around the tablet in his hands. “Sir, you just hired a new secretary yesterday…” Rio’s sharp gaze lifted, piercing through him. “And who are you to question me?” Fermin’s breath hitched. “I—I’m sorry, sir. I’ll get started on it right away.” “No need.” Rio leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. “You’re fired too.” The words hit Fermin like a slap. “Sir, please, I—” “I said, get out,” Rio interrupted, already losing interest in the conversation. Fermin swallowed hard, giving a stiff nod before walking out. Just as Rio was about to return to his paperwork, the office door opened again. This time, Trisha entered, carrying a brown bag. Without a word, she approached his desk and carefully unpacked the homemade meal she had brought. The scent of warm food filled the room. Rio frowned. “Who told you to bring this?” Trisha’s lips curled into a soft smile. “I wanted you to eat something healthy.” Rio’s expression remained unreadable. “Just because you’re my fiancée doesn’t mean you have the right to tell me what to eat.” Trisha’s smile faltered, but she quickly composed herself. “I wasn’t trying to command you, Rio. I just care about you.” Rio scoffed. “Care? Let’s be honest, Trisha. Our engagement isn’t because of love. It’s because our fathers arranged it.” Silence filled the air, but Trisha didn’t argue. This wasn’t the first time he had spoken to her this way. She had long accepted that his heart wasn’t hers—at least not yet. Even so, she loved him. And she was willing to endure everything, hoping that one day, he would see her differently. Without another word, she quietly packed up the untouched food and left the office but Rio doesn’t care about what she feels. That night, Rio was lying in bed, scrolling through reports on his tablet, when his father entered the room. “Rio, can I talk to you?” Gavin Hilton asked, his voice calm but firm. Rio sighed, setting the tablet aside. “What is it, Dad?” Gavin sat in the chair beside the bed, studying his son’s face in the dim lamplight. “I heard about what you did today. You fired three employees.” “They deserved it,” Rio replied without hesitation. “People like them are careless. They don’t belong in my company.” Gavin sighed, disappointment flickering in his eyes. “Son, if you keep treating people like this, they will hate you. And one day, it will come back to you.” Rio scoffed, leaning back against the headboard. “That sounds like some fortune cookie wisdom.” But his father remained serious. “Life doesn’t work the way you think it does. The way you treat others… one day, you will face the consequences.” Rio simply laughed. “Sure, Dad. Now, if you’re done lecturing me, I’d like to sleep.” Shaking his head, Gavin stood up. “Just remember my words, Rio. Life has a way of teaching lessons—sometimes the hard way.” As his father walked out, Rio exhaled and closed his eyes. He didn’t believe in karma. In his world, power and money ruled everything. And he had both. The next morning, Rio descended the grand staircase of his luxurious mansion, finding his parents already seated at the dining table. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries filled the air. His mother, Stef, looked up and smiled. “Rio, come and join us.” He nodded, taking a seat. As he ate, he noticed something—one of the new maids was staring at him. Not just looking—but admiring. Her lips curved into a flirtatious smile. Rio’s grip on his fork tightened. His cold blue eyes locked onto her, and in an instant, the maid’s smile disappeared. “Who told you to stare at me like that?” he snapped. The young woman flinched and quickly lowered her gaze. Stef placed a hand over her chest, startled by her son’s outburst. “Mom, fire her,” Rio demanded, stabbing his fork into his food. Stef sighed, setting down her cup of tea. “Darling, don’t be ridiculous. She probably just glanced at you by accident.” Rio wasn’t convinced. “No. I don’t trust her. Fire her.” His mother frowned. “Rio, this is unreasonable.” “If you don’t fire her, I won’t eat here anymore,” Rio declared, pushing his plate away. “Maybe I should move back to my condo.” Gavin, who had been quietly observing, let out a deep sigh. He shook his head but remained silent. Stef, however, forced a smile. “Fine, darling. I’ll handle it.” Satisfied, Rio leaned back in his chair and continued eating, as if firing someone was as simple as changing the channel on a TV. Gavin glanced at his wife. “You’re really going to let him get away with that?” Stef exhaled. “You know how he is.” And that was the problem. No one ever told Rio Hilton ‘no.’ And that was why he had never learned the true weight of his actions. But life had its own way of teaching lessons. And soon, Rio Hilton would learn his.