She started her mission to conduct drug tests for each employee and artists or singers and at the same time a confidentiality contract that cost more than their annual salary.

She hasn’t been seated yet on her throne but her secretary was efficient and the people she hired personally.

She’s currently watching footage of a few celebrities that don’t want to undergo drug tests, where few of them left. One of her people had noted it and one by one she froze their resources. She will surely give it to someone worth it.

The two weeks audition for the next rising star has ended and the battle has begun. The show was produced by her and made show by her idea. The board of directors had taken a look at it and had agreed. Since she has the majority shares—which is sixty percent than anybody else, she empowered everyone by her authority and decision.

“Good, my woman.” He kissed her forehead and went back to his desk. He has faith in her and he’s confident that she’ll handle such a thing.

She will also be one of the judges when it comes to singing. The hidden judge hiding on the very top behind the glasses. She’ll be in a closed studio and will watch the amateur for their battles.

It didn’t take long when the battle had started. Though she was tired from work, he never seemed to let her go just to complete five days of sex without using protection.

After five days, she has her period but still, she suffered a little from cramps.

She had noted few people that would make it on the top. She noted the boy she saw from the audition weeks ago that had made it on stage. His name was Vincent Villaflor. He’s now singing one of Bruno Mars’s danceable songs that makes the judges clapped their hands above and even the audience. He’s not trying to mimic Bruno Mars and has his style. His keys are perfect and he changes a few notes to make it livelier.

When it was her time to judge him. She took a long pause.

“Good evening Vincent.” She greeted me. Not warm, not cold. Too formal.

“Good evening, Ma’am.” He was nervous but back then, he was truly himself, singing with his song.

“You are nervous.” She stated that makes him nod. “On stage, while you are singing, you are lively, cheerful, and like who owns the world at that moment. I like your attitude and professionalism while you are singing. I hope that your attitude won’t change for the worse. I have a challenge for you.” She paused and the background staff made a rolling sound effect.

On her show, she will challenge them and how long they will survive.

“Change your genre to Jazz. I’m looking forward to it.”

“I will do my best not to disappoint you,” Vincent said as his lips wobbled in excitement. She smirked a little. “Thank you very much.”

The next was a girl, her voice was lovely, soothing, and serene. She’s perfect for theater music. So, she challenged her to sing theatrical music from Disney or Opera.

She went next to the acting facility and the artist wasn’t enough so she told her secretary to train them more.

She reached the house and found him already sitting on the bed wearing a robe. He’s reading a few documents on his hand and like he’s been waiting for her. Their dinner was served on the balcony and she took a shower first and went to him and kissed his forehead out of blue. She was also stunned at what she did so she immediately turned away.

“One more.” He requested. She flushed, turned back, and was about to kiss him again but he reached her chin and pressed his lips to hers. “Let’s eat first.”

They are already on the balcony eating silently than he suddenly asked.

“I like your new challenge to your contestants. Who would have thought that the rating would rise every day? Congratulations.” He reached her hand and kissed it. “Let’s go to Malaysia this weekend. We are going to attend a party.”

“Okay.” She didn’t ask him if he wanted her to be her muse.

Days had passed, seemed like the same every day. But something special tonight. Since it’s Friday. He picked her up and went directly home. She was put down on the bed leaving their bedroom door ajar, he didn’t stop opening up her clothes and kissed her everywhere. Still, with few clothes on, he just unbuckled his pants and shove deep inside her. He was paid with a sweet seductive moan from her.

One of the housekeepers had tried not to let Tracey in on the penthouse but she pushed the maid and since their bodyguards had been dismissed, she easily got in. She reached the slightly open room and she stopped, hair all over her body stood hearing him moan mixed with another woman’s moan and he muttered sweet things to her.

Never in her life did he say such sweet words. She clenched her fist, gritting her teeth and shudder in anger. She’s like a wife who’s been cheated on by her husband.

But she’s the real fiancée nobody else. The housekeeper closed the door and told her to wait in the living room.

How dare she stay in his penthouse? Soon, she’ll have her revenge on that woman and she’ll be with Alessandro, the one who should be pleased by him. She waited in the living room until there’s thunder and heavy rain outside.

After their lovemaking, he called the housekeeper to the kitchen and it was immediately answered.

“Is dinner ready?” Alessandro asked the maid.

“Yes, Sir. But Miss De Novo is here, for like thirty minutes ago.”

“I understand. I’ll handle her.” Keira sat up and he fixed himself kissing her lips. “Take a shower. Dinner is ready.”

“Aren’t you going to join me?”

“Soon. I’ll just deal with Tracey outside.” She suddenly felt a little pang of pain on her chest but she did take a shower alone.

Alessandro got out and stood in front of her. He looked at her coldly with disgust all over his face.

“Sandro.” She immediately stood and about to hug him but he held her arms and pushed her.

“What are you doing here?”

“I—Tomorrow night will be our society party. Everyone expected that we were going together.”

“Really?” he sat down on the sofa across her. “Didn’t I tell you to stay away from me? You bully my woman and even your father tried to threaten me? De Novo thinks that they can just do whatever they want, do you? I want you to leave right now.”

“But it’s raining outside.” The thunder rumbled and lightning strikes. She immediately ran to him and hugged him. “I-I have a phobia of lightning and thunder.”

“Since when?” He let her for a while. He pushed her and stood.

The lightning strikes again after a loud scary thunder. She stood and hugged him again, looking more desperate. At that moment he didn’t move and just let her do this drama. She even squished her breasts to his and even his crotch was squish by her flat stomach.

He sighed and got more irritated.