CHAPTER 4.
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This scene took place inside the luxurious villa of William Joseph—a mansion that looked less like a house and more like a symbol of power.
The grand lobby was massive, designed with flawless elegance.
White marble floors reflected the sparkling chandeliers above. The walls were decorated with modern art, and everything—from furniture to lighting—was arranged with absolute perfection. The entire villa followed a black-and-white theme, giving it a sophisticated yet cold atmosphere.
And right in the middle of that perfect lobby…
Stood William Jozaf.
Angry.
Furious.
In front of him, a servant stood trembling, his hands shaking, his head lowered in fear. A tray lay on the floor beside him, a glass shattered into pieces, and juice spilled across the polished marble surface.
But that wasn’t the real problem.
The real problem was—
A few drops of juice had stained William’s shoes…
And even worse… a few tiny splashes had reached his pants.
For a moment, the entire atmosphere felt frozen.
William looked down at his clothes.
His jaw tightened.
His fists clenched.
His voice, when it came out, was dangerously calm.
“Do you even realize what you’ve done?”
The servant tried to speak, but no words came out. His lips trembled, his eyes filled with fear.
“I… I’m sorry, sir… it was a mistake…”
“A mistake?” William repeated slowly, his tone sharp enough to cut through silence. “You call this a mistake?”
His anger rose instantly.
“These are custom-made. Do you even know their price?” he snapped, his voice echoing through the lobby.
The servant stepped back slightly, terrified.
“I—I didn’t mean to—”
“Of course you didn’t,” William interrupted coldly. “People like you never mean anything. You just ruin things.”
The words were harsh. Cruel.
But William didn’t care.
Without giving him another chance, William turned slightly and said in a firm voice:
“You’re fired.”
The servant froze completely.
“Sir… please… I need this job… my family—”
“I said, you’re fired.”
This time, his tone left no room for argument.
Silence fell.
Heavy.
Unforgiving.
The guards stepped forward and gently—but firmly—guided the servant away. His pleading eyes lingered for a moment… but William didn’t even look at him again.
For him—
It was over.
Just another insignificant mistake.
Just another insignificant person.
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William Jozaf
A name that ruled the music world.
A voice that carried magic.
People often said that when William sang, it felt like emotions came alive. His voice had a strange power—it pulled people in, made them feel things they didn’t even understand.
Crowds didn’t just listen to him.
They felt him.
He was tall, strikingly handsome, and carried an aura that made him impossible to ignore. For millions of girls, he was the ultimate crush. Social media was filled with his pictures, his songs, his moments.
But his life wasn’t just about fame.
He was the son of one of the richest businessmen in the United States.
People said he was “born with a golden spoon in his mouth,” and it wasn’t wrong. From childhood, luxury surrounded him. Expensive cars, grand houses, elite lifestyle—he had it all.
Yet, what made him different was that he didn’t depend entirely on his father’s wealth.
He created his own empire.
Through talent, determination, and relentless ambition, William became a global superstar.
His concerts were massive events—hundreds of thousands of people attended, screaming his name, waiting for a single glimpse of him.
Tickets sold out in minutes.
Brands competed to work with him.
Media followed him everywhere.
He had everything.
But…
There was a change.
A dangerous one.
It is often said:
“The more fame you gain, the deeper its intoxication becomes.”
And William was deeply intoxicated.
His success had turned into arrogance.
He no longer saw people as equals. Ordinary individuals didn’t matter to him. He disliked unnecessary interaction and avoided common people unless it benefited him.
His temper?
Unpredictable.
Explosive.
Always ready.
Even the smallest mistake could trigger his anger.
And today…
He was already in a bad mood.
After firing the servant, William walked back to his room without another word.
His footsteps echoed across the marble floor.
The door opened.
And he entered his private space.
The room was a masterpiece—modern, luxurious, perfectly designed. The same black-and-white theme continued here. A king-sized bed, sleek furniture, soft lighting, and large glass windows overlooking the city.
Everything was perfect.
Yet, the anger inside him hadn’t faded.
He walked straight to the mirror, staring at his reflection.
For a few seconds, he said nothing.
Then suddenly—
He grabbed a glass from the table and threw it against the wall.
It shattered instantly.
Fragments scattered across the floor.
His breathing was heavy.
“Unbelievable…” he muttered under his breath.
Without wasting time, he changed into another perfectly styled outfit. This time, he made sure every detail was flawless.
Because for William—
Perfection wasn’t a choice.
It was a requirement.
Today was important.
He had a meeting with YJ Entertainment, one of the biggest production companies.
They were organizing a grand concert and wanted William as the main performer.
Everything had already been discussed by his personal secretary—
Noah.
If anyone understood William, it was Noah.
He wasn’t just an employee.
He was his closest friend.
Calm where William was angry.
Patient where William was impulsive.
Balanced where William was extreme.
But even Noah couldn’t fully control him
William stepped out of his villa, fully ready.
As expected—
The media was already there.
Cameras flashed rapidly.
“William! Just one question!”
“How do you feel about working with YJ Entertainment?”
“What can fans expect next?”
“Tell us about your new song!”
Voices overlapped.
But William?
He ignored all of them.
Completely.
Without slowing down, without looking back, he walked straight toward his car.
Standing beside it was Noah.
Calm. Composed.
As always.
Noah opened the car door for him.
“You’re late,” Noah said quietly.
William sat inside without replying.
Noah moved to the other side and joined him.
With a slight signal, the driver started the car.
The gates of the villa opened.
And the car moved forward.
The city blurred outside the window as the car sped onto the main road.
Inside, Noah began briefing him.
“I’ve already had a meeting with YJ Entertainment,” he said. “Everything is finalized. They’re planning a major concert event. They want you as the lead performer.”
William leaned back, listening silently.
“The contract is strong. High profit. Wide reach,” Noah continued. “All that’s left… is your signature.”
William nodded slightly.
Outside, a few fans spotted the car and started waving excitedly.
Some even tried to follow.
But William didn’t notice.
Or maybe—
He chose not to.
The car finally stopped in front of a tall, glass building.
YJ Entertainment.
As soon as William stepped out—
Chaos.
Media surrounded him instantly.
Cameras flashed like lightning.
“William! How does it feel to collaborate with YJ?”
“Tell us about your performance!”
“What’s next for your fans?”
But as always—
No response.
Guards quickly pushed the reporters back, clearing a path.
William walked forward confidently.
Cold.
Silent.
Untouchable.
Without answering a single question, he entered the building.
And just like that—
The noise of the outside world was left behind.
A Man Who Had Everything
As he walked inside, people stared.
Some admired him.
Some feared him.
Some whispered.
“That’s William Joseph…”
“He’s even more impressive in real life…”
But no one dared approach him.
Because everyone knew—
Fame had made him powerful.
But it had also made him distant.
Unreachable.
And somewhere deep inside…
There was a part of him that remained empty.
A part that no fame, no money, no success had been able to fill.
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To Be Continued…
This is just the beginning of William Joseph’s journey—
A man who conquered the world…
But still had to face himself.
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