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

Damon stood there frozen, gazing down at the multitudes of tanks bearing down on his walls. As the first block fell, his mind snapped back to reality. "What the hell are you all gawking at! Move! Assemble the troops at the front and someone activate the goddamn sensors!" 


They flew about like headless chickens as the terrifying sound of crumbling rocks resonated on their lonely stronghold. Darkness enveloped them and only the spark before the explosion outside could be seen within the walls. 


He grabbed on radio as he ascended to the top of the building. His steps led him to the farthest and most hidden room in his stronghold. At the doors of the room were two large men who bowed down as he approached them. "Get ready, we'll be transferring him tonight." 


He pushed open the doors and entered the dark room. In the middle was a large bed covered in dark curtains. 


49. Last Fight