Sirius M

#R18 #MatureContent #CEO #Romance #Billionaire #Cultivation #Mafia #Mystery 

In a world that believes ancient power is only myth, one woman stands where few dare—with strength seen, unseen, and beyond understanding.

Brilliant, composed, and fiercely strategic, Ling Li has mastered the art of survival at the highest level of modern society. As the world’s elite wage wars in boardrooms and backrooms, she navigates betrayal, corporate sabotage, and political manipulation with ruthless poise. But behind her graceful demeanor lies a deeper truth — her every move is shadowed by deadly secrets and a past carved in blood.

When threats begin to spiral—not only against her but also her family — Ling Li must rise through betrayals cloaked in smiles and battles masked as a business. Some want her silenced. Some want her broken. But none realize that the power they fear isn’t hers alone.

Because in the underworld of whispered names and vanished enemies, one figure reigns above all — Otako. Elusive. Unyielding. A force whose presence alone bends the rules of power. No one knows who Otako truly is. But one thing is certain:

Where Otako walks, silence follows. And where Ling Li stands, empires either rise… or fall.

Beside Ling Li also stands Chu Yan — a brilliant, unshakably loyal partner unaware of just how many secrets surround the woman he loves. But when danger edges closer to their family and shadows begin to stretch too far, the mask of control may be all that stands between survival and collapse.

Power wears many faces. And Ling Li has mastered them all. She controls the chessboard. But even masters can bleed.

THE REAL PROTEGE

The thought reassured the Young Master—for now. His rigid posture loosened ever so slightly as he allowed himself a fleeting moment of relief, yet deep within the cavernous recesses of his mind, doubt festered like a slow poison. 


And more importantly—‘how powerful was this unknown force to warrant the intervention of his strong warriors?’ 


His fingers instinctively curled into a vice-like grip around the silk sash at his waist. The fine material crumpled under the force of his grasp, mirroring the storm brewing within him. His breath steadied, but his heartbeat remained erratic. Regardless of the answers, one thing remained immutable: he would obtain the elixir—no matter the cost. 


RAINING MEN