Chapter Two Evil woman!
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The dim lighting in the room mirrored the mood of the young man seated gloomily within it. His expression remained unreadable, a perfect poker face, even though he had been sitting there for hours.
"Young master, you cannot possibly undo it… but you could simply forget about her," his aide said in a meek, shaky tone, uncertain of his master's current mood.
The temperature of the room seemed to drop instantly. Goosebumps rose along Secretary Marcus’s forearms, his forehead beading with sweat as his muscles tensed. He became tongue-tied, not daring to utter another word.
"We must find her," he finally blurted, his eyes burning with unwavering resolve.
"Yes, Young Master. I’ll get it done immediately," Mr. Marcus replied.
"Never mind. You mustn’t alert my relatives. I’ll get someone from the other side to handle it. Return to the office and ensure everything proceeds as planned," he dismissed with a casual wave of his hand.
"Yes, sir," Mr. Marcus responded, a hidden smile tugging at his lips as he quickly left the home office, grateful he had managed to keep his composure.
As soon as the door shut behind him, Aiden couldn’t help but replay the events of the previous night in his mind, reliving the moments that had kept him restless all day.
Her alluring eyes, her small nose, those soft, delicate lips—not to mention her smooth, silky skin. The warmth of her body, the tenderness of her chest, her petite frame so fragile and delicate. He had held her as though she were the most priceless jewel in the world. She was simply an angel.
As the most eligible bachelor in the country, I have encountered countless beautiful, talented, and charming women, many of whom tried to win me over. Yet none had ever commanded my attention like this. I lost all sense of reason from the mere touch of a stranger I had just met. I must do something about it.
The first order of business was to find her.
"Get a hold of yourself!" I bellowed suddenly, just as I felt a firm sensation below. Glancing down, I noticed the bulge in my pants—again. For how long must I endure this?
"Damn it," I growled in frustration.
I quickly grabbed my phone and dialed my doctor, my face a mixture of irritation and embarrassment. The moment I heard his voice, I muttered a command.
"Get here right now."
I ended the call immediately.
Looking down again, I noticed the swelling had reduced slightly, and I let out a sigh of relief. With that, I proceeded to attend a meeting with the department heads while waiting for Doctor Ivan to arrive.
Chloe’s Bedroom
A brooding Arianna sat in a bedroom that radiated femininity, filled with bright, flashy colors. Her expression remained unreadable, her poker face concealing every emotion. She had been seated in the same position for several minutes, unmoving, as she struggled to make sense of the previous night’s events.
"The nerve of that evil creature my father married. She has always been devious, but I never imagined she could stoop so low. All for an inheritance that isn’t hers, she attempted to end my life. I must teach her a lesson before she kills my father and becomes the largest shareholder in the company," she muttered under her breath.
Minutes later, the bedroom door creaked open, and a young lady around Arianna’s age skipped in.
She bore striking similarities to Arianna—pretty blue eyes, a round face, cherry lips, a slender waist, and long, straight legs. She carried herself with the effortless grace of a model.
"Ari, come downstairs, please. My mum made an exquisite dinner," she said softly.
"I will. I just need a minute," Arianna replied, her tone serious, clearly still lost in thought.
"Stop thinking about your stepmother!" Chloe snapped, jolting her.
"And most importantly, stop playing these dangerous games with her. She’s not someone to take lightly—I mean, she almost destroyed you," Chloe added, her voice tense.
"Impossible! If I do nothing, I’ll be left with no family and no inheritance. She’s dangerous enough to kill me. She must be stopped," Arianna said, slamming her hand on the table for emphasis.
Chloe’s eyes immediately filled with tears. "Ari, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. I just don’t want you to get hurt. She’s clearly dangerous and won’t stop until she achieves her wicked goals."
"I mean, you already got hurt… you spent the night with a man you barely know," she continued, tears rolling down her soft, rounded cheeks.
"Chloe, I warned you not to mention it," Arianna said quickly, placing her hand over Chloe’s mouth to stop her from saying more.
With tear-filled eyes, Chloe whispered, "You’re my best friend… my sister. I can’t bear to lose you."
"Alright, alright—you’ve convinced me. I give up. Can we go have dinner now?" Arianna said, rising hastily, only to feel a sharp pain below. She winced but quickly masked it, careful not to alarm Chloe.
"What a beast… I’m in so much pain," Arianna muttered under her breath.
After enjoying the delicious meal with Chloe and her warm, kind mother, I expressed my gratitude and headed back home to my chaotic family. Ever since last night, my survival instincts had kicked in, and my mind was filled with strategies to outmaneuver that wicked woman’s schemes.
"Arghhh!" I screamed in frustration. The constant plotting was mentally exhausting.
Upon arriving home, a fleet of cars lined the compound, and I couldn’t help but wonder what awaited me. As I walked lazily into the living room, all eyes turned toward me the moment I stepped inside.
"Seems like a party was happening without me. How typical," I smirked.
My stepmother quickly approached, wrapping her arm around my shoulder as she cooed sweetly,
"My, my… my lovely daughter is back home."
The color drained from my face instantly.
The witch is plotting again.
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