Celine has had bad luck in relationships, so her sister steps in to deal with the jerk.
It was the weekend when I got a call from my elder sister, Celine Payne. She told me that her husband, Roderick Payne, had quit his job.
I was shocked. My brother-in-law had been working as a sales manager at a publicly traded company, climbing the ranks for years. His salary was impressive, and he was set to be promoted to director this year. Why would he resign so suddenly?
My sister explained it was all because of "The Wolf." "The Wolf," whose real name was Andres Woolf, held the same position as Roderick, managing another regional sales team. For years, the two had been fierce rivals, constantly competing against each other. Andres was known for his commanding presence-intimidating without saying a word. People said that interacting with him could make you break out in a cold sweat, which was how he earned the nickname "The Wolf."
The promotion to director was a two-man race between "The Wolf" and Roderick. Their battle had reached a fever pitch recently, and now that Roderick had left, I didn't need my sister to spell it out. It was obvious: her husband had lost, and "The Wolf" had taken the crown.
After comforting my sister, I made a quick decision: I'd join Helion Enterprises tomorrow.
I had just finished my master's degree abroad, graduating with honors. I'd received offers from two industry giants, one of which was Helion Enterprises-the same company where Roderick had worked. Before the call, I'd been torn about which offer to accept. But now the choice was clear. I was going to Helion Enterprises, if only to see what this Mr. Woolf was made of-the man who'd managed to edge out my sharp, capable brother-in-law.
On my first day at work, I met Charlee Murray from the sales department.
Charlee was stunning, with her slim figure, almond-shaped face, and big, expressive eyes. She was not only beautiful but also warm and approachable, showing none of the arrogance one might expect.
When she found out I hadn't had breakfast, she took me to the conference room and generously offered me half of her takeout.
I felt a bit embarrassed, but Charlee pressed the sandwich into my hand. "Don't be shy! The moment I saw you, I just knew we'd get along."
After breakfast, she enthusiastically showed me around the office. As we passed a certain room, I noticed a small brass plaque on the door that read, "Sales Director." The door wasn't fully closed, and I could see a man inside talking on the phone. From where I stood, I could only see his back.
Before I could get a better look, Charlee pulled me away. After a tour of the office, we looped back around, and this time, the door to the Sales Director's office opened. A tall man stepped out.
Charlee hurried forward to introduce us. "Good morning, Mr. Woolf. This is Maggie Walsh, our new hire in the Marketing Department. Maggie, this is Mr. Woolf from Sales."
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Woolf," I said politely, though inwardly I was gritting my teeth.
So, this was Mr. Woolf-the infamous "Wolf." What a coincidence. Fate sure liked to mess with me.
I looked up, intending to size him up, but I froze in place.
This man was... stunning. He looked far younger than I'd expected-probably not even thirty. He wore a blue shirt and beige trousers that highlighted his perfectly toned physique. He clearly worked out regularly, and the way he carried himself was effortlessly elegant. Just standing there, he looked like he belonged on the cover of a fashion magazine.
Hearing my greeting, he glanced at me. His eyes were amber, cool and aloof. His expression was as icy as his demeanor, and the phrase "ice-cold charmer" immediately popped into my head. After a quick, indifferent glance, he said flatly, "Welcome aboard."
The words were polite, but his tone and demeanor were so frosty that I couldn't feel even a shred of warmth.
Wasn't a Sales Director supposed to be charismatic and approachable, someone who could win people over effortlessly? How did someone this cold manage to climb the ranks in sales? I couldn't wrap my head around it.
As he walked away, I finally snapped out of it and muttered, "Mr. Woolf is so distant. What a mystery."
22-year-old Evelyn Carter is attempting to start over in California while avoiding her past. She will be embarking on a new career path as a private school teacher. She is smart, attractive, and doesn't put up with nonsense. Who wouldn't notice her? However, what happens when she attracts the attention of someone unwilling to let her go? Who wants her and nothing else after falling in love at first sight? A 25-year-old billionaire CEO and single father, Lucian Carrington. He takes what he wants and he is also a very dangerous man. All it needed was one look at a stunning woman to realize she was HIS, even though he doesn't believe in relationships because they always end. Preview: Miss Carter, you will be mine. I say firmly. "Release my arm, Mr. Carrington, before I force you to." She says, seeming to smile at me. I give her a sly smile. Squeezing my wrist with her other hand, she twists it uncomfortably. I gave a painful hiss. "Don't underestimate me, Mr. Carrington." "This is the only time I will allow you to walk away from me, Miss Carter." She glared at me as she turned. "Mr. Carrington, I am no possession of yours." I was left standing there when she opened the classroom door and left.
Betrayed by her mate and sister on the eve of her wedding, Makenna was handed to the ruthless Lycan Princes as a lover, her indifferent father ignoring her plight. Determined to escape and seek revenge, she captured the interest of the three Lycan princes, who desired her exclusively amid many admirers. This complicated her plans, trapping her and making her a rival to the future Lycan queen. Entwined in jealousy and vindictiveness, could Makenna achieve her vengeance in the intricate dance with the three princes?
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."
After my family's sinister plots collapsed, they lashed out at me, taking their rage to a violent level. Cornered and desperate, I married Jaxton—the town's most sought-after bachelor—due to an unplanned pregnancy. Love had no part in this marriage; I assumed he married me purely out of responsibility, his heart belonging elsewhere. The moment I chose to let him go and turned to leave, he grabbed me and pinned me down hard. "Jaxton, you promised you'd never touch me!" I snapped, glaring fiercely. His eyes flashed arrogantly as he leaned closer. "You're the one who started this!"