Chapter 1
The scorching heat beat down on Calista Parker, leaving her feeling as if she were being consumed by a blazing inferno. She trudged through the desert aimlessly, her only desire to quench her insatiable thirst. Suddenly, a man with icy lips pressed himself against her, offering a momentary respite from the relentless heat. She eagerly wrapped her arms around his neck, their lips locked in a desperate dance. Their moans and pants reverberated throughout the room, their passion casting flickering shadows on the opposite wall. In the dim light, Calista struggled to make out the man's face. All she knew was that he possessed an animalistic prowess in bed, taking her with a raw intensity that left her breathless until the break of dawn. And then, he was gone. As Calista blinked away the haze of sleep, she caught a blurry glimpse of the man's back and the tattoo that adorned it. A wolf's head, its jaws wide open in a menacing howl, etched permanently into his skin. A surge of fear gripped her heart at the sight of that tattoo. Calista found herself trapped in a dream, transformed into a vine that entwined itself relentlessly around a towering tree, unable to break free. When consciousness returned, her body throbbed with aching pain. With one hand pressed against her pounding head, Calista sat up in bed. The disarrayed sheets and a torn men's shirt strewn across the floor sent shockwaves through her. She desperately tried to piece together the events of the previous night. At her engagement party, her fiancé had betrayed her, shattering her world. In her shattered state, her cousin Esme Bryant had whisked her away to Sultry Night, a haven where sorrows were drowned in liquor. In a drunken stupor, Calista had voiced her desire for revenge against her fiancé. Esme wasted no time arranging a male escort for her. As the memories flooded back, Calista clutched her chest in disbelief. Oh God, I've lost my virginity to a stranger! Frustration consumed her as she tugged at her hair, trying to make sense of it all. After what felt like an eternity, Calista snapped out of her trance and hastily dressed herself. As she hurried out of the hotel, a swarm of reporters descended upon her, their clamor echoing in her ears.Accompanied by a barrage of blinding camera flashes, the reporters bombarded Calista with their harsh questions. "Ms. Parker, is it true that the Howards called off the engagement because you spent the night with a male escort from Sultry Night?" "Ms. Parker, were you aware that the male escort is a transvestite?" "Ms. Parker, did you have any knowledge of your father's bankruptcy?" "Ms. Parker, we've just received news that your father has tragically taken his own life. He jumped off the building of his own company." Calista's mind went blank, as if she had been struck by lightning. Without thinking, she bolted out of the room, only to be knocked unconscious by a passing car. The following morning, the headlines screamed with the news of Calista and her father. "Richest Man in H City, Colson Parker, Goes Bankrupt and Commits Suicide. Timothy Howard Dumps Daughter of Colson Parker - Calista Parker Spends Night at Club With Transvestite Male Escort." Both pieces of breaking news spread like wildfire across the city. Once a wealthy heiress, Calista was now labeled a despicable and immoral woman overnight. She had lost everything, from her family to her reputation. Ten months later, the cries of newborn babies filled the air in a humble countryside clinic. Mrs. Moore rushed towards Calista, her face beaming with joy, holding a baby in her arms. "Miss, congratulations! You've given birth to triplets. Two boys and a girl!" Four years later, at H City's Train Station. Calista stepped off the train, accompanied by her children and Mrs. Moore. Struggling under the weight of two large suitcases, Mrs. Moore trudged forward. Calista carried a denim backpack on her shoulder as she navigated her way through the bustling train station, her three children following closely behind. To the casual observer, they appeared to be a poor family from the countryside, seeking support from their relatives in the city. "Out of my way, you country bumpkin!" A woman wearing a fur coat shoved Mrs. Moore aside, hurling insults at her. Calista was about to reprimand the woman when a fleet of luxurious cars pulled up beside her. Without missing a beat, a group of bodyguards emerged from the vehicles and formed two orderly rows. With a deep bow, they announced in unison, "Welcome back, Mrs. Howard!"
Chapter 2
Calista's attention was caught by the mention of the name "Howard," causing her to shift her gaze towards the convoy of cars. As she focused on the vehicles, she couldn't help but notice the distinct crest of the Howards adorning them. A surge of excitement coursed through her veins as a thought crossed her mind - could they be here for her? Her heart raced with anticipation, and the possibility that Timothynett had never betrayed her began to take hold. Perhaps their engagement had been called off against his will, and now that he knew she had returned, he had come to pick her up. The idea filled her with hope and longing. Lost in her thoughts, Calista almost missed the rude intrusion of two bodyguards who pushed her and Mrs. Moore aside. But then, as if from a dream, a figure emerged from the convoy. It was a woman, elegant and graceful, dressed in exquisite attire that spoke of wealth and opulence. Calista's eyes widened in surprise - it was Esme Bryant. Esme, adorned in a designer suit, exuded an air of sophistication that seemed to have intensified over the past four years. Her fingers were delicately wrapped around the hand of a young boy, who appeared to be around the same age as Calista's triplets. The bodyguards, despite their earlier rudeness, now greeted Esme and the little boy with utmost politeness. "Mrs. Howard, Timothy, this way please," they said, guiding them towards a waiting car. Calista couldn't help but overhear Esme's haughty declaration about the train being beneath her standards, accompanied by a disdainful gesture of covering her nose with a handkerchief. It was clear that she held herself in high regard, and her marriage to Mr. Howard seemed to have only heightened her sense of entitlement. "Yes, yes," one of the bodyguards nodded in agreement. "If it weren't for the inclement weather, Mr. Howard wouldn't have allowed you and Timothy to suffer." With that, Esme and her son were whisked away in the car, their arrogance preventing them from noticing Calista amidst the crowd. Mrs. Moore, recognizing Esme, couldn't contain her curiosity any longer. "What is going on?" she blurted out. "Isn't that your cousin? Is she married to Mr. Howard now?" Calista nodded, her heart heavy with a mix of emotions. "I believe so," she replied softly. As the Howards' convoy disappeared into the distance, Calista couldn't help but recall the promises Timothynett had made to her in the past. He had vowed that she would be his only bride in this lifetime. Yet now, he was married to her cousin, and they even had a child together. Tears welled up in Calista's eyes, threatening to spill over as her heartache intensified. The sting of betrayal pierced her soul, and she couldn't help but wonder how everything had gone so terribly wrong."Mommy, what's the matter?" As Calista's red-rimmed eyes caught the attention of her children, they huddled around her, their voices filled with concern. "I'm alright." Calista wiped away her tears, sinking down to their level and enveloping all three of them in a tight embrace. "Don't worry, Mommy. When I grow up, I'll buy you a huge car so you won't have to suffer anymore," offered Arlo, her eldest son, believing that someone had bullied her. "Who hurt you, Mommy? I'll teach them a lesson!" Elias, the second boy, adorably waved his fists and puffed out his cheeks. Paige, the most empathetic of the triplets, nuzzled her cheek against Calista's, offering comfort. "Please don't cry, Mommy!" "Don't cry! Don't cry!" In that moment, a mischievous parrot popped its head out of Paige's pocket, curiously surveying the scene. "No, darling, I'm not crying." Calista took a sharp breath and forced a smile. "Let's go home, alright?" "Yay, let's go!" Calista kissed each of her children before slinging her backpack over her shoulder and stepping out to hail a cab. Once a wealthy heiress with an entourage at her beck and call, now she stood in line with Mrs. Moore and her kids, burdened by their luggage. Since they couldn't all fit into one cab, Mrs. Moore had to take a separate one. Dark clouds loomed overhead, signaling an impending storm. Eager to avoid it, the cab driver sped along the road, anxiety etched on his face. Suddenly, he collided with a Rolls-Hudsonce just ahead. The cab driver's face drained of color as he hastily exited the vehicle to assess the damage. Meanwhile, Calista sat in the passenger seat, her gaze fixed on the scene outside. Her brows furrowed in concern. It was a limited-edition Rolls-Hudsonce Phantom. Only three of its kind existed in C Nation, with just thirty-five worldwide. Even the slightest scratch would result in a hefty compensation, potentially driving the cab driver into bankruptcy.
Chapter 3
The impending conflict weighed heavily on Calista's mind, knowing it would be a tedious ordeal that could drag on for quite some time. As she glanced upward, her eyes caught the sight of the once clear sky now shrouded in a gloomy grey hue. The storm was on the verge of unleashing its fury. Concern etched across her face, Calista thought about her children, particularly Paige, who had been frail since Wood. The rain would surely worsen her condition, leaving her vulnerable to catching a cold. "Arlo, Elias, Paige, stay in the car. I'll go down and assess the situation," Calista instructed her children before stepping out of the cab. "Mommy, please be careful!" the kids chorused in unison. Paige's parrot companion, Fifi, curiously poked its head out of her pocket. She offered it a small snack, gently stroking its fluffy head. "Fifi, hold on tight. We'll be home soon!" "Sir, I apologize. I didn't intentionally hit your car," the cab driver nervously explained. "It was the fault of my passenger. She has three kids and a lot of luggage. My cab was overloaded, and I accidentally bumped into your vehicle." As he spotted Calista, he immediately pointed an accusatory finger at her. "You're to blame for this!" "What? Why?" Calista began to retort, but her words were cut short as the window of the Rolls-Hudsonce rolled down. "Never mind. The president is occupied," the man seated in the passenger seat interjected dismissively. "Yes!" the suited man affirmed, giving the cab driver a stern warning to drive more cautiously in the future before departing. When the driver opened the door, Calista's gaze instinctively shifted to the backseat of the Rolls-Hudsonce. To her astonishment, she caught sight of a partially unclothed man with his back turned towards her. A gnarly wound snaked across his back, blood trickling down onto the wolf head tattoo etched on the small of his back. Wolf head tattoo? The Wolf head tattoo! Calista's eyes widened in disbelief as she stared wordlessly at the tattoo, her heart pounding in her chest. The fierce wolf seemed to lock eyes with her, its gaze tainted by the man's blood, emanating a chilling aura of bloodlust. It's really him! It can't be! "Get out of the way!" The cab driver forcefully shoved Calista, causing her to stumble and fall to the ground.As Calista looked up again, the sleek Rolls-Hudsonce had vanished from sight, leaving her stunned and disoriented. Her head buzzed with a mix of confusion and concern as she stared at the empty road stretching out before her. She couldn't help but wonder if it was truly him in that car just now—the father of her children, and an infamous gigolo at Sultry Night. And why was he driving such an expensive vehicle with a visible wound that looked horribly painful? Before she could gather her thoughts, a small voice pierced through the air. "Hey, why did you push my mommy?" Elias, her brave little boy, waved his tiny fists angrily at the cab driver who had caused the accident. The cab driver sneered, his frustration evident. "Brat, stop yelling at me. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have gotten this unlucky," he cursed, his words laced with bitterness. "You were the one speeding before hitting that car. That's none of our business!" Arlo, always the voice of reason, chimed in with his bubbly voice. "As your passengers, we're not responsible for your mistakes! You violated the traffic law. We can file a complaint against you!" Paige, their fiery little girl, joined in with fury in her eyes. "Yes, you bullied Mommy. I will ask the police to arrest you!" She pointed accusingly at someone in the middle of the road. "There's a traffic police!" Fifi, the colorful parrot perched on Paige's shoulder, echoed her words excitedly. "Traffic police! Traffic police!" The cab driver grew even more irritated. "What a nuisance. Get off! I refuse to bring you to your destination anymore." With that, he flung their baggage out of the trunk and sped away, leaving them stranded by the side of the road. Calista's heart sank as she clumsily picked up their scattered belongings and ushered her children to safety. She couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, as if the events that had just unfolded were only the beginning of something much bigger. Meanwhile, in the backseat of the luxurious Rolls-Hudsonce, Knox Collins looked up from the file he was engrossed in and caught a glimpse of Calista through the rearview mirror. There was something strangely familiar about her, something he couldn't quite place. "Mr. Collins, I'll inject the anesthetic now," the doctor attending to his wound announced, interrupting his thoughts. "No need," Knox replied, his voice calm and collected. He continued reading the file in his hand, seemingly unfazed by the bleeding wound on his body. The doctor hesitated for a moment, then began stitching up the wound without any anesthesia. His hands trembled slightly, aware of the pain his patient must be enduring. But Knox's tanned skin glistened coldly under the harsh light, his muscles contracting involuntarily, yet his expression remaining unchanged.
Chapter 4
On Monday morning, Calista bid farewell to her children as she sent them off to kindergarten under the watchful eye of Mrs. Moore. With her daily responsibilities attended to, she prepared herself for a pivotal moment in her life. For the past few days, she had tirelessly distributed her resume to thirty-five different companies. While seventeen of them had shown interest by inviting her for an interview, none had extended an offer or reached a final decision. That is, until now. To her surprise, it was the renowned Divine Corporation that had reached out to her. Calista couldn't help but wonder why the smaller companies had overlooked her while the industry giant had recognized her potential. As she stepped into the HR department, the truth revealed itself before her eyes. Standing there with an evil smile was Brayden Smith, a man she thought she would never see again. "It's you?" she exclaimed, her voice laced with disbelief. "Long time no see, Miss!" Brayden greeted her with a sneer. "You're still as beautiful as ever." Calista's heart raced as memories of their past encounter flooded her mind. Brayden had been the vice president of Parker Corporation, until her father had fired him for attempting to take advantage of her. Colson Parker had even gone so far as to ban Brayden from ever setting foot in H City again. Yet here he was, standing in front of her, offering her a job. Brayden's arrogant laughter filled the room. "The Parker family's glory days are long gone. You're not the rich heiress you used to be. It's me who's giving you this opportunity." His words stung, but Calista refused to let him see her weakness. She shot him a glare and swiftly turned on her heels, determined to leave the toxic environment behind. "Calista, this is your last chance," Brayden called after her, his voice dripping with arrogance. "If you walk away now, mark my words, you won't find a job in H City unless you're willing to become a hostess in a bar!" Fury ignited within Calista as she stormed out of Brayden's office. She would never allow herself to be controlled by someone like him. As she stepped outside, she was met with a gathering crowd by the entrance. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw a middle-aged man standing there, drenched in gasoline.With a lighter clenched tightly in his hand, he attempted to assert his dominance, his threats hanging in the air like a dark cloud. "Stay away. I want to meet Knox Collins, now!" The staff instinctively backed away, their unease palpable. The bodyguards, on the other hand, remained vigilant, ready to protect their employer at all costs. A few higher-ups stepped forward, attempting to defuse the situation. "Mr. Scott, calm down. We can talk this out." "Calm down? Do you have any idea what he did to me? I inadvertently offended him, and he single-handedly destroyed me financially overnight! How could I possibly calm down?" Maxwell Scott's voice trembled with anger and frustration. As his words hung in the air, Calista couldn't help but be reminded of her late father, Colson. The sudden downfall of Parker Corporation still haunted her. They had been thriving, and then everything crumbled. She hadn't even had a chance to see her father before he passed away. Was it possible that someone had sabotaged him? "Mr. Collins is here!" someone shouted, breaking the tense atmosphere. Calista looked up and saw a Rolls-Hudsonce Phantom gliding to a stop. The bodyguards swiftly surrounded the car, creating a path for its esteemed passenger. The crowd parted ways, their eyes filled with both fear and anticipation. Maxwell wasted no time and rushed towards the car, positioning himself directly in front of it. "Knox Collins, I demand an explanation today!" his voice echoed through the silence. The entire crowd held their breath, their focus solely on the mysterious figure inside the black Rolls-Hudsonce. Calista watched as a man in the backseat nonchalantly played with his phone, seemingly unaffected by the commotion around him. His driver and bodyguard sat patiently in the front, awaiting his command. A heavy silence enveloped the scene, anticipation mingling with trepidation. Then, without warning, the expressionless man made a casual gesture. In an instant, the car surged forward, its intentions clear - to collide with Maxwell. Gasps of disbelief filled the air, leaving Maxwell frozen in shock at the other party's callousness. As the vehicle hurtled towards him, Calista's instincts kicked in. Without hesitation, she rushed forward and pulled Maxwell out of harm's way, narrowly avoiding disaster. At that moment, the man in the car glanced up and his eyes met Calista's. A flicker of recognition flashed across his face, a complex mix of emotions swirling in his gaze.
Chapter 5
Calista and Maxwell plummeted to the ground, causing a collective gasp of shock from the crowd. Pain shot through Calista's arm, but when she glanced up, the Rolls-Hudsonce Phantom had vanished into thin air. In an instant, security guards swarmed over, apprehending Maxwell. "Knox Collins, may you suffer a wretched demise!" he desperately shouted. Quickly, the guards silenced him by stuffing a cloth into his mouth, treating him like a lifeless carcass as they dragged him away. Calista watched with a heavy heart. Her father had always warned her that the business world was akin to a battlefield, but it felt more like hell to her. One careless misstep and she would be consumed by the treacherous quicksand. The enigmatic man in the Phantom was undoubtedly the devil incarnate, controlling the fate of everyone. Unfortunately, even the destitute were forced to toil under the devil's rule just to survive. As Calista left the Divine Corporation building, a text notification from the bank flashed on her phone, confirming a successful transaction of one hundred and eighty thousand dollars to the kindergarten. Her account balance dwindled to a mere three thousand nine hundred and eighty-eight dollars. Ah, the cost of raising children these days was exorbitant. Between the triplets' school fees and meal allowances, one hundred and eighty thousand dollars vanished in an instant. The remaining amount wouldn't even cover the cost of formula milk. What was she going to do? After wrestling with her thoughts for a while, Calista made a decision and turned back towards the Divine Corporation. It's just Brayden. He wouldn't dare do anything in broad daylight, right? The man is right. I'm no longer the wealthy heiress. Right now, my priority is to support my family and provide for the kids. Pride can take a backseat for now. As Calista waited for the elevator in the lobby, a group of bodyguards emerged, escorting a man towards the VIP elevator. Wherever he went, people bowed and greeted him with utmost respect. "Good morning, Mr. Collins!" Though she was too far away and not tall enough to catch a clear glimpse of his face, it was evident that the man was Knox Collins, the president of Divine Corporation. Hmm, why does his silhouette seem so familiar? Shaking off her star-struck thoughts, she scolded herself for getting distracted.Why is it that every time I encounter a tall and muscular man, my mind goes back to that gigolo? It's absurd. Especially considering the fact that Knox Collins is the president of Divine Corporation, a powerful and ruthless man. There's no way he could be a gigolo at Sultry Night! Timothy Collins, my boss, reported, "Mr. Collins, the person who pulled Maxwell Scott away was not a bystander. She just registered as our new employee five minutes ago. Her name is Calista Parker, and she will be working as a secretary on the thirteenth floor." My boss remained silent, his attention focused on scrawling his signature on a document. He only responded with a grunt once he finished his task. "Mm." During her probation period, Calista would receive a monthly salary of eight thousand dollars, which includes basic insurance. Once she successfully completed her probation, her salary would increase to ten thousand dollars. As Calista went through the entry procedures, she silently calculated whether her salary would be enough to cover her family's expenses. "I'll need to spend eight thousand dollars every month on formula milk for the kids alone. And that's not even including our other expenses..." Lost in worry, Calista was greeted by a few other employees. "Hello, Calista. Welcome to the administration department!" "Oh, thank you." Calista warmly shook hands with her new colleagues. She understood the importance of building good relationships with her coworkers, especially since this was her first official job. "As per tradition, we'll have a welcome party for you. Is that alright?" "Of course. Dinner's on me!" "Haha! I like how sharp you are. We'll head out right after work." "Sure!" When it was time to leave, Calista still had some unfinished work, so her colleagues went ahead and waited for her downstairs. After completing her tasks, she grabbed her bag and hurried towards the elevator. However, just as she was about to reach it, the doors closed right in front of her. At the same moment, the doors to the VIP elevator opened. Without hesitation, Calista scurried inside. "This is the president's private elevator. Please leave immediately," the bodyguard sternly reprimanded her. "Huh?" But before Calista could react, the enigmatic man in the elevator made a gesture. His bodyguard received the order and refrained from forcefully removing her. Calista glanced back, but quickly averted her gaze. It was none other than Knox Collins, the devil incarnate!
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