The Dragon Lady

Qalif Loward is a man filled with good manners and dark secrets. His charm laid on his gentle features and green warm eyes. He was the kind man you would not expect to work under the most ruthless, powerful, and fiercest business woman in the industry. He was the man who stood behind Merrylia Selene Desilvia, the woman who hacked her way to the top with her terrifyingly intelligent mind, manipulative ways, and bold braveness. She dominated with an iron fist, making men and women alike quake before her dark eyes. Step by step she is making her way to her rightful throne while a waging war surfaced before him and her. They both had their secrets, and its bound to catch up with them.
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Merrylia Selene Desilvia is the epitome of intimidation. She was richest and most powerful young billionaire who conquered the business world by storm. Her past is a mystery and so is her enemies. Trust is a rotten meat on her tongue, a word she would not apply to anyone as she fought her way to the top, not even to the gentleman who calls himself a secretary.

Qalif Loward is an open soul with a closed past. Behind his gentleness is a dark memory he tries his best to hide, even when it's catching up to him as he devotes himself to his work as a secretary; a seemingly harmless job. Qalif is about to realize that the world of trade doesn't limit itself in the four corners of the office. There is more to business than files and lunch meetings, and he might just end up being the nightmare he had once been and worked so hard to avoid.


"We both have a dark past, mine just started even before I was born."
                                     - Qalif Loward

The Dragon Lady

I held my ground for a moment, taking in his words. Once it registered to me, my jaws went hard and my muscles tensed. With one last look at Damian, I left the room, leaving only the echoes of my heavy footsteps inside. The door slammed shut behind and I saw Merrylia looking at me with cool eyes. Her gaze dug dig into my soul but yet her lips remained shut. The shirt I was wearing felt tighter and I tugged on its collar. 


"He must have had some backups with him. I was lucky I had only had to face them." The lie slipped from my lips like poisoned water. My voice sounded odd and stiff yet my eyes didn't falter as I returned her gaze. 


"Luck doesn't have anything to do with what that incompetent minion was told to do. We may not know the reason why they did not attack you all at once but we can not say the same the next time." She stood up from her chair and stepped towards me. She pulled the gun from my grip and pushed it to my chest. 


15. Tears and Anger