"I heard you are getting married "Liam Wu drawled. "Gege, how is that any of your business? "Clay Wuyan asked. "My business is your business. Aren't you the one who kissed me four years ago? "Liam Wu moved closer and towered over him. "You bastard, you don't deserve to be near me'" Clay Wuyan seethed. ****************************************************************************************** Step Brothers Liam Wu and Clay Wuyan's life had changed since their parents died. Things got worse when Clay Wuyan kissed him and announced they were not siblings. Remembering his promise to his adopted parents Liam to protect their son, he escaped Beijing for Wuhan city. He witnessed a car accident on the highway and saved Mafia Boss Selkath Shi. But a year later Selkath passed away leaving Liam Wu in charge of the mafia. When Liam takes over the Mafia, he realizes that Zira Zhen is not satisfied with Selkath's last wishes and is ready to overthrow Liam, even if it means killing him. Ram Su Cheng, Liam's assistant finds out that Clay Wuyan is engaged to his boss Kate Meifeng. The worse news is that Zira Zhen is already headed to Beijing and his key target is Clay Wuyan.
I can't believe I came back" I whispered to myself. The evening breeze of Beijing hit my face as stood by the cafe window peeking at Clay Wuyan who was seated in the corner.
When I arrived in Beijing this afternoon, I never expected to see him here. This was our special cafe, and the memories had pushed me to come over and have a meal. To my surprise, the object of my affection and desires was here already. Engrossed in his cell phone he with an adorable look that I had never seen.
What the fuck should I do?" I whispered as I ran my hands through my hair. For the past three years, I had lived my life as a cold-blooded ruthless Mafia but here I was hesitating.
I huffed, threw caution to the wind, and walked into the cafe. He immediately lifted his head and his eyes widened when they landed on me. He stood up and his eyes sparkled with a glint of happiness. I felt my heartbeat race as my body vibrated. Clay Wuyan opened his mouth, but no words came out.
My mind raced as the words in my brain echoed.
Every day, Yearning asks me,
That sense of warmth Which I forgot Years ago,
O wandering soul Make me yours Just for once,
ust for once Make me your own.
These words, embedded deep in my heart rang out so loud that I gasped for breath. I thought this was going to be easy but being here, my heart ached all over again. I turned around and walked out of the cafe. I knew that there was no place in the world that I could run to since my heart belonged to Clay Wuyan.
Four years ago, I escaped knowing well that I was being a coward. Clay Wuyan had the power to make his soul feel alive and every cell of his body burn. My feet slowed down when I reached a silent ally. Out of breath, I stopped and leaned back on the wall gazing at the wide sky above.
"If the Mafia knew that I could run away from someone" I muttered in a huff. I knew that by running away again, it was inevitable to create a deeper misunderstanding between us.
My body calmed down as I gazed at the Beijing night sky. I had missed this view and had immediately rushed back to Beijing to protect Clay Wuyan. Hiding behind this reason, I knew that my heart had other plans. Clay Wuyan was my everything. I closed my eyes and visions of him came rushing back.
Him. His visions, his memories, his smile.
Lost in thought the numbness in my right leg made me snapped me out of it. Sighing to myself, I turned to leave and found Clay Wuyan standing in distance watching me. All the calmness and strength I had gathered vanished. I was surprised that he had followed me. Time seemed to stand still as I watched the angry expression on Clay Wuyan"s face. Ignoring his defiant stance, I walked over and stood in front of him.
I was about to speak when he asked, "You are back?" The slight crook in his voice sounded like he had struggled to speak.
"Yes," I responded. "I arrived this afternoon."
Clay Wuyan nodded. He then turned around and stated coldly, "The alleys are too cold and not safe at this time of the night. Let's go home".
I followed him in silence as we walked back to the cafe. I knew that Clay Wuyan would not forgive me easily but that did not matter. For now. The important thing was to protect him from the Mafia.
"Where did you park your car? "Clay Wuyan asked interrupting my thoughts.
"At the basement of the building. "I responded quietly.
"Okay then, let's meet at the condo, my car is parked near the cafe too. "Clay Wuyan stated. He walked into the Cafe, while I was left standing at the entrance. I knew that things between us would get difficult, but I was ready to face them. The big question would be, was Clay Wuyan ready to listen?
Speeding through the highway, I admired how the city had changed. I called my head of security and commanded "Keep your distance for now. Find a hotel near the condo and keep a low profile. I don't want to spook him."
Half an hour later I arrived at the condo and found Clay Wuyan parking his red convertible. Since when had his taste changed to this flashy car? I got out of the car, and I knew he could tell by the way I stared at the car I had questions.
"I bought it six months ago, at first it was a whim, but now I love it" He laughed. His laughter was a surprise and it vibrated through my body like an electric current.
"Did someone recommend it to you?" I asked.
"Yes," Clay Wuyan nodded but did not go deeper into the details. The action made me angry and sad at the same time. I had no rights to clay but I wanted everything he had to be connected to me. Yes. I was selfish and possessive.
Going up the elevator we arrived at the condo. Upon entering, Clay Wuyan switched on the lights and walked straight to the open kitchen space. I stood numbly in the living room paying attention to every single action that Clay Wuyan did. I craved the look on his face, but it required courage. A few minutes later, Clay Wuyan walked out back to the room.
His beautiful face shone in the bright light, his dimples gracing his beauty, his hair laying care-freely on his cheeks, the mole on his lips, his bright smile increasing the beauty of his surroundings. Clay Wuyan was simply, breathtaking.
He had always been able to heal my heart. Since childhood when first laid my eyes on him after coming back from the military, he was running in the wet corridor, jumping and laughing, the whole air danced when he smiled. His voice had a charm, and his suppressed laughter always made me feel happy. That beautiful moment was my downfall and my future.
Standing in front of him, full of remorse knowing that I couldn't hear it anymore since I had shattered both of us.
"I believe my room is still the same," I asked.
Clay Wuyan nodded. "Yes. The cleaning lady comes once a week. It"s as clean as you left it."
"You updated the condo. The seats a new right?" I was making conversation.
He nodded, "I am going to bed now. There is a sandwich in the fridge if you are hungry" He left me standing and walked into his room. Had he just dismissed me? I expected nothing less after being away for four years. I deserved this kind of treatment for being a bastard.
"Why are you here, trespassing on my condo like a thief?" Amory Roman voice was laced with anger. " I want us to overthrow the current government “Milo Bastian responded in confidence. ***************************************************************** And that is how upstanding and righteous Detective Roman met Mob Boss Milo Bastian. They joined forces working together to bring down the crime rate while having a secret relationship. Things did not go as planned and Detective Roman ended up shooting and killing Milo Bastian during an operation. Laced with grief, Detective Roman’s guilt has seen him being termed as a non-performer. The Mob had a new boss as the crime rate with drugs and guns increased in the streets. Two years later, a detective by the name of Soren Kafele arrived in Beijing as the Deputy Chief of Police and was a perfect likeness to Dead Mob Boss, Milo Bastian. In his Euphoria, Detective Roman knew he had been given a second chance. And he was not going to back down!
“ What did you see ?” Leonardo asked as he condescendingly moved towards Chef Levi. Chef Levi took a step back, dropped the mop, and whispered, “ What the fuck are you, Leonardo?” ****************************************** Left penniless, after buying the Siri Michelin Restaurant, Chef Levi was forced to hire more staff since his current staff had quit. The new hire Leornado Besian is too good to be true and Chef Levi knows that he is more than meets the eye. Demon Prince Leornado Besian is a rebellious prince who wants nothing to do with the Besian Family Business or becoming Demon Lord. He hides deep in the city and interviews for a Chef job in a Michelin Restaurant. Sparks fly between him and his new boss. But will Chef Levi be willing to accept him for who is or accept where he comes from? Or will both of them end up being burnt by the kitchen flames?
It's true what they say about marriage: one partner's always happier than the other. ~~~ Julie's world is shattered when her husband, Ryan, reveals that he wants an open marriage. His reason: he needs a child as they've been unable to have one. Julie reluctantly agrees to save her marriage. The next day, Ryan returns home with his secretary, confirming Julie's long-held suspicion that their affair was taking place behind her back. Julie, heartbroken and enraged, seeks solace in a bar, where she meets a fascinating stranger named Luke, who changes the game. Julie confides in Luke over drinks, and he proposes a risky plan: he will act as her "boyfriend" to turn the tables on Ryan. Julie agrees, setting off a chain of events that will challenge everything she thought she knew about love, loyalty, and herself.
Natalie used to think she could melt Connor’s icy heart, but she was sorely mistaken. When at last she decided to leave, she discovered that she was pregnant. Even so, she chose to quietly leave his world, prompting Connor to mobilize all of his resources and expand his business to a global scale—all in a bid to find her. But there was no trace of Natalie. Connor slowly spiraled into madness, turning the city upside down and leaving chaos in his wake. Natalie finally surfaced years later, with wealth and power of her own, only to find herself entangled with Connor once again.
Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. Only when Emma's life teetered on the edge, pregnant with Ricky's child, did he recognize-the love of his life had always been Emma.
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."