Sirius M

#R18 #MatureContent #CEO #Action #Romance #Cultivation #Mafia #Mystery #Immortals

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 against 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.

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

THE REAL PROTEGE

Fatty reached the curve first — too fast. 


The moment his front tires hit the angled portion of the track, he felt the pull — the sudden, sharp drag trying to yank him outward. Instinct screamed at him to jerk the wheel away from the angle, but Pharsa’s voice cut through his panic. 


"Do NOT overcorrect!" Pharsa yelled over the radio. 


Fatty clenched his jaw. He forced himself to do the exact opposite of what his instincts demanded — he trusted the angle, letting his car slide into the banked turn at the right trajectory. 


Fatty let out a shaky breath. "Hell!!! That was terrifying!" 


Four Eyes, approaching the turn, did the opposite — he slowed too much. 


Pharsa sighed. "Young Master, you can’t hesitate!" Her voice was firm but not harsh. "If you go too slow, the bank won’t carry you properly, and you’ll lose all momentum." 


THE RUSH TO SAVE FATTY