Woke Up In stranger's body

Worried Parents

Despite Rio Hilton’s heartless leadership, his company continued to expand at an astonishing rate. Profits soared, and new business opportunities kept piling in. His reputation as a ruthless CEO did nothing to slow him down. If anything, it made him more feared and respected in the corporate world.

Every employee at Hilton Company knew one thing for sure—one mistake, and they’d be gone. This fear kept them on their toes, ensuring that they performed their tasks with unwavering focus. But while Rio thrived in his empire of dominance, a storm brewed outside his office walls.

The people he had fired without remorse—their families, the workers who had suffered under his rule, and those who despised his arrogance—began forming silent grudges against him. Some were mere whispers of hate, while others were thoughts of revenge. A few had even attempted to harm him, forcing Rio to take extreme precautions. He now moved with twelve highly trained bodyguards, each armed and ready to eliminate any threat that dared cross his path.

One morning, Rio was scheduled to attend a crucial business meeting at one of the luxurious hotels he owned. As his sleek black limousine pulled up in front of the grand entrance, one of his bodyguards immediately stepped forward, opening the door for him.

He stepped out with the air of a king, exuding confidence in a perfectly tailored royal blue tuxedo, his polished oxford shoes gleaming under the sunlight. His hair was freshly cut, styled neatly, adding to his commanding aura. As he walked toward the hotel entrance, his bodyguards flanked him in perfect formation, their serious expressions demanding respect.

Inside the hotel, the lavish marble floors reflected the bright chandeliers hanging from above. The scent of expensive perfume lingered in the air as wealthy businessmen and high-profile guests moved about, dressed in their finest attire.

As Rio and his entourage walked through the hallway toward the elevator, an unexpected incident occurred. A young woman, holding a cup of iced chocolate, rushed forward in a hurry. She tripped, and in the blink of an eye, the drink spilled, splashing onto Rio’s expensive shoes.

The moment she realized what had happened, her heart raced with terror. Her face paled as she looked up, recognizing the man before her. It was her boss—Rio Hilton himself. The very man who was known for firing people over the smallest mistakes.

Panic set in.

She fell to her knees, trembling. “Sir… I-I’m so sorry! It was an accident! Please… I need this job! I’ve worked so hard to earn my place here,” she pleaded, tears welling in her eyes.

Rio glanced down at his ruined shoes, his expression unreadable. The entire hallway had gone silent, with guests and employees frozen in place, waiting to see what he would do.

Then, in a cold, emotionless voice, he spoke. “Then lick my shoes and make them shine again.”

A shocked gasp rippled through the onlookers. The woman’s eyes widened in horror. “Sir?” she whispered, hoping she had misheard him.

Rio’s gaze darkened. “Men.”

Without hesitation, his bodyguards drew their weapons, aiming them at her.

Terror-stricken, she scrambled forward, pressing her lips to his shoe, her tears mixing with the remnants of the spilled chocolate. She licked the shoe clean, her dignity shattered, her humiliation complete.

Satisfied, Rio turned without another word, stepping into the elevator as if nothing had happened, leaving her sobbing on the floor. The employees who had witnessed the scene were filled with disgust and anger. Yet, bound by fear, they chose to remain silent.

That evening, back at the Hilton mansion, Rio’s parents sat outside by the grand swimming pool, enjoying their tea. A gentle breeze carried the scent of fresh flowers from the well-manicured garden, a sight that always brought a smile to Stef Hilton’s face.

As they sipped their drinks, Gavin sighed deeply, his expression troubled.

“Honey, I’ve been thinking a lot lately…” he began, setting his cup down.

Stef turned to him, sensing the heaviness in his voice. “What is it honey?”

Gavin hesitated before speaking. “I can’t stop wondering… where did we go wrong with Rio? How did he become the man he is today?”

A deep sadness crossed Stef’s features. She reached for her husband’s hand, squeezing it gently. “Gavin, we did our best as parents. You spent time with him despite your busy schedule. We raised him with love, took him to church, and taught him the right values.”

Tears glistened in her eyes as she remembered Rio as a child—innocent, full of joy. “But the moment he stepped into the world of business, everything changed. The kindness we instilled in him was buried under his ambition.”

Gavin exhaled heavily. “I fear that one day, he will regret the way he’s living.”

Stef nodded. “But no matter what, he is still our son. And we will continue to love him, hoping that he finds his way back.”

Gavin embraced his wife, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. “Let’s pray that he learns before it’s too late.”

Later that night, Rio was greeted with an unexpected sight upon entering the dining hall. His parents, along with Trisha and her family, were seated around a grand table filled with exquisite dishes.

“Rio, come and join us,” Stef called out cheerfully.

A maid approached to take his briefcase, but Rio handed it to one of his bodyguards instead. He took a seat—though instead of sitting beside Trisha, he moved his chair to the opposite side of the table, creating distance between them.

Gavin felt a twinge of embarrassment at his son’s rudeness but chose to remain calm.

Wanting to lighten the atmosphere, Stef spoke. “Since we’re all here, let’s enjoy our meal.”

Rio barely paid attention to the conversation, his mind occupied with business matters. His phone buzzed, and without hesitation, he picked it up, scrolling through important emails.

Gavin cleared his throat. “Rio, are you listening?”

“Yes, Dad. Keep talking,” Rio replied distractedly.

Gavin took a deep breath, bracing himself. “You and Trisha are not getting any younger. It’s time you both set a date for your wedding.”

Rio didn’t look up. “Choose whatever date Trisha wants. I don’t care.”

Trisha’s face lit up with excitement. Her heart had been waiting for this moment. She had endured Rio’s coldness for years, believing that one day, he would love her in return.

Her parents, eager to see their daughter marry into wealth, wasted no time. They encouraged her to pick a date, and without hesitation, Trisha announced, “Two weeks from today.”

Everyone seemed pleased—except for Rio. But as usual, he didn’t argue. He simply nodded, already planning to prioritize business over this unwanted marriage.

That night, as Trisha lay in bed, she smiled, thinking about her upcoming wedding. Little did she know, fate had something far different planned for Rio Hilton.

Something that would change his life forever.