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

Fatty audibly gasped. Chatty’s eyes darted between the bridge and Pharsa’s Ferrari, his heart hammering against his ribs. Four Eyes gripped the railing so tightly it hurt. 


The Ferrari surged forward, the weightlessness of the moment stretching eternity as the car flew off the edge. 


Time froze. Gravity had no say in her fate. 


Then — the impact. The tires hit the metal with a force that sent sparks flying. The Ferrari wobbled for a fraction of a second, its back tires nearly slipping, its balance trembling on the knife’s edge of oblivion. 


The car stabilized, shooting forward once more, devouring the rest of the track as if the near-fatal moment had been nothing but a minor inconvenience. 


THE NASCAR OVAL