Empress Running Away with the Ball - Chapter 981 - She’s jealous

A side story series featuring the girls of Kyoukai Senjou no Horizon.

Mature content (18+)“How far would you go for love?”Cruel and twisted Atlas Martini had 3 rules.1. Never mix business with pleasure2. Don't ever give second chances3. Never get emotional attached to someone.He has never been tempted to break these rules until he met her.His new secretary, Meredith Rossi.With her big glasses and doe eyes, she was the most innocent and pure woman he has ever met. he couldn't wait to taint her.To ruin, claim and bend her over his desk.She was supposed to be a prey for him to play around with until he found himself addicted to her. Like a drug, he craved an overdose.Now she was his secretary,His AngelHis good girl.A woman with dark secrets, Meredith Rossi didn't think running away from home with her little brother would change her life forever. Her boss was everything she should avoid.Fierce, ruthless, a promised pain and sexy as hell.When he proposition a devilish deal she agreed because life was too short not to live out your dark fantasies. Temptation was the ultimate ruin of man and if she was going down she might as well pick her poison which was him.Now he was her BossHer dominantHer ultimate downfall.Theirs was a love story that questioned how far you would go for love---would you fall in love with a cursed monster?-------------------Excerpt;“You got such a dirty imagination for an Angel.” Atlas grasped her chin in one hand and forced her to meet his gaze.“Touch yourself Angel.” Atlas ordered, his breath tickling her ear.“Let me see what you do when you are alone with your dirty fantasies.”

Cho Ryu Hyang was good at math from a young age. When he enrolled into the The Theoretical Maths and Martial Arts School, the teacher, Jo Gi Chun, recognized Cho Ryu Hyang’s talent immediately and took him in.

It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.