Daria had been promoted to the role of the CEO's secretary but it left her feeling confused. She was so happy that her career was taking off but what she didn't know was that she had unwittingly stepped into a romantic trap. On her first day in her new role, she encountered a challenging situation. She walked into her boss's office to find him tussling with a woman. While trying to help him, she ended up accidentally stabbing him with a cactus. She couldn't understand why an average girl like her was chosen for this important role in the first place and now she was terrified that she would lose her new job on the first day itself. What would happen when she learned the truth? Where would their story go?
Daria Ding was a little confused on the day she was transferred to the role of the CEO's secretary. After her graduation a few years ago, she had joined the WS Group, where she was employed as the secretary to the director of the business department. Now suddenly, she was directly promoted to the CEO's secretary. How could she not be thrown off by this sudden jump in designation?
On the way to her new desk, Daria Ding pestered Therese Zhuang, who was to hand over the work to her, like a newcomer.
"What does the CEO like? What are the dos and don'ts? Can you give me more details?" She was going to work right under the big boss's nose. If she goofed up, Daria Ding would be fired. She was understandably nervous and had a lot of questions.
Therese Zhuang stopped abruptly. Her large belly indicated that her due date was just around the corner. Frowning, she looked at Daria Ding up and down.
Daria Ding was dressed in the WS Group's uniform: a blue T-shirt teamed with a black knee-length skirt. She was tall and thin, and had an ordinary but delicate, oval face. Her only outstanding features were her big eyes, hidden behind a pair of thick glasses. Her long hair, which was neither permed nor dyed, was neatly tied up. Devoid of any makeup, she looked like a very average girl.
Therese Zhuang, too, felt that Daria Ding was an ordinary girl. Daria's performance wasn't extraordinary nor was her appearance or personality. If it hadn't been for the recommendation of Director Wang of the Secretary Department, Daria would have never even been a contender for this position.
"Just the same as when you served Mr. Liu," replied Therese Zhuang tersely.
Daria nodded eagerly. After hesitating for a while, she asked softly, "Will my salary increase?"
A trace of disgust flashed across Therese Zhuang's eyes. She turned around and continued to walk forward. "How would I know? The boss has the final say on the salary." Pointing at an area outside the CEO's office, Therese said, "Put your things there. This is your office from now on."
Daria nodded and walked towards the new space. Her office area was at a forty-five degrees angle to the CEO's office. In front of her was a semicircular marble table, on which there was a red telephone.
There was a desk less than thirty centimeters below the marble table, which was less than a meter in breadth. It was spick and span, with only a 24-inch LCD screen computer and some folders on it.
The chair under the table looked new and comfortable. The work environment here was certainly better than the business department. It looked like her career had taken off!
Daria wanted to ask more questions but when she raised her head, all she saw was Therese's receding figure.
Pursing her lips, Daria began to unpack her things in an orderly way. She wasn't too worried. No matter who she worked for, her job involved nothing more than sending out documents, running errands, and cleaning up the office. As long as she was focused and smart, she wouldn't make too many mistakes.
"Bang!"
Suddenly, there was a noise from the office. Daria stopped what she was doing. 'Didn't Therese say that Mr. Zhou wasn't in the office today?' she thought to herself. After hesitating for a while, she continued unpacking. Pulling out her cactus potted plant, she set it beside the computer.
"Plop! Plop!" More sounds emerged from the boss's office. Daria stood up and looked in the direction of the office. Was there a thief inside? 'Why, oh why do I have to encounter a challenging situation on my first day itself?' she thought grumpily. She decided to investigate the source of the sound, praying in her heart that it was nothing.
Taking a deep breath, she picked up the cactus and walked towards the door carefully.
"Knock, knock, knock!" She found that door was unlocked and it pushed open a little due to the knocking. A faint conversation was audible.
"Let go of me first!"
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
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"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."