CONQUERING My Enemy's WIFE

Chapter 3

"Viera, remember my words," Dirga whispered, straightening his tie with trembling hands. "When the head of Apex Capital comes in, give him your best smile. Do whatever it takes so he is willing to disburse the funds."

Viera sat calmly, pulling her silk scarf tight to hide the bruises on her neck. "Yes, I understand."

The meeting room doors were pushed open. Dirga immediately put on a wide smile and bowed politely. However, when he raised his head, his smile froze. His face instantly turned pale.

"I-impossible..." Dirga's voice choked. "Aksa...? Y-you..."

Aksa ignored him. He stepped calmly past Dirga and sat directly in the main seat—the CEO's chair. Behind him, Leo placed a document folder on the table.

"Long time no see, Dirga," Aksa greeted coldly.

"You are... the head of Apex Capital?" Dirga took a step back, his legs weak.

"Sit," Aksa ordered absolutely.

That single word made Dirga reflexively drop into the nearest chair, his body trembling.

"Let's keep this short," Aksa leaned forward. "I was the one who bought up all your steel materials. I was the one who cut your supply contracts. And I was the one who made your shares free-fall."

"B-bastard..." Dirga hissed in despair. "You want revenge?!"

"This is a takeover," Aksa cut in. He gestured for Leo to push the thick folder in front of Dirga. "One hundred percent of your shares will be transferred to me. In exchange, I will pay off all your debts that are due tomorrow morning so you won't rot in jail."

"One hundred percent?!" Dirga slammed the table. "That's robbery! I will not hand over my company!"

"Feel free to refuse," Aksa replied casually, leaning back. "Tomorrow morning the bank will seize all your assets. You will become a beggar. Exactly like what you did to me five years ago."

Cold sweat poured down Dirga's forehead. He turned in panic to look at his wife. "Viera... help! Persuade him! Use your charm, seduce him to leave a small portion for me! I beg you!"

Aksa smirked. He stared at Viera with a challenging look in his eyes. "Yes, Mrs. Viera. Your husband ordered you to serve me. Come here."

Viera stood up. Following her instinct of submission, she did not stand near her husband, but instead walked around the table and pressed close right beside Aksa's chair. She leaned down to pour coffee.

At that very moment, Aksa's left hand slipped under the table. He immediately squeezed Viera's thigh beneath her work skirt with a possessive movement.

Viera flinched. Her breath caught, but her body instead leaned submissively against Aksa.

"My husband... hopes you can be a little generous, Mr. Aksa," Viera said with a trembling voice, enduring the sensation of Aksa's large hand playing with her mercilessly.

Aksa gave a devilish smile looking at Dirga, while his hand continued to demand under the table, moving up to her sensitive area. Viera could only restrain herself from moaning. Seeing that, Aksa could only smile in satisfaction. "Your wife is very obedient, Dirga. But unfortunately, the decision has been made."

Aksa tapped the table slowly with his right fingers. "Sign that document now, or get out of my office and prepare to be a beggar tomorrow morning."

Dirga cried in silence. With hands trembling violently, he grabbed a pen and affixed his signature, handing over his entire kingdom—and his wife—intact to the conqueror.

The pen was thrown onto the marble table. Dirga slumped in his chair with a pallid face.

Aksa took the document folder, checked it briefly, then handed it to Leo.

"From this second, this company officially belongs to Apex Capital," Aksa said coldly. "And my first decision: you are fired, Dirga. Get out of my office right now."

"You already got my company! What else do you want, you bastard?!" Dirga growled.

"I want my sight cleared of pests," Aksa hissed sharply. "Leo, call security. Drag him out if he refuses to walk out himself."

Dirga's courage instantly shrank. He got up with heavy breathing, then looked at his wife who was still standing near Aksa.

"Viera... let's get out of here," Dirga called out hoarsely.

Viera stood frozen. She did not turn her head at all.

"Viera! What are you waiting for?! Let's go!" Dirga snapped in panic.

Instead of answering, Viera stared at Aksa, waiting for approval from her new master.

Aksa smirked. His large hand blatantly embraced Viera's waist, pulling the woman until she was pressed tightly against his side.

"V-Viera... what is this...?!" Dirga's eyes widened greatly.

"Did your wife forget to tell you, Dirga?" Aksa pulled the silk scarf from Viera's neck, fully exposing the reddish bruises from his bites. "She is not going with you. She has been mine since that night at The Ritz."

That fact hit Dirga harder than his bankruptcy.

"w***e!!" Dirga shouted, enraged. He lunged forward, but two security guards immediately ambushed him and locked his movements.

"Take him out," Aksa ordered absolutely.

"Let me go! Aksa, you bastard! Viera, you w***e!" Dirga struggled and cursed, dragged forcefully out of the room.

Leo quickly closed the double doors tightly, leaving Aksa and Viera alone.

As soon as the room fell silent, Viera's knees went weak. She wrapped her arms around Aksa's neck.

"I've done everything you ordered, Aksa..." Viera whispered, seeking validation.

Without wasting time, Aksa grabbed Viera's waist, lifted her, and sat her down roughly on top of the marble meeting table—right on the spot where Dirga had signed his bankruptcy.

With one strong pull, Aksa tore the buttons off Viera's work dress until they fell to the floor.

"This is your place now, Viera. Under my control," Aksa growled, slipping his hands underneath the rest of the woman's clothes.

"Y-yes, Aksa... I am yours..." Viera moaned submissively, gripping the collar of the man's suit. Her arrogance was dead, replaced by absolute submission.

Aksa smirked savagely. He locked both of Viera's wrists on the table and immediately took his rights as the conqueror. In the room that witnessed the ruin of his enemy, Aksa satisfied his predatory instincts—celebrating his absolute victory over the wealth, power, and woman belonging to his enemy.