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

Thank the heavens that El Padre and El Capitan arrived when they did. 


With the kind of quiet authority only immortal martial warriors could summon, they stepped into the fray. They halved the weight on everyone's shoulders. 


El Padre handled the diplomatic families with his silver tongue and velvet gloves. At the same time, El Capitan patrolled the perimeter with his hawk-like gaze, fingertips always just inches from his concealed dagger. Wherever they appeared, the atmosphere steadied. 


Still, on the evening before the wedding, Mushu leaned wearily against the hallway pillar, glancing at the others. 


"If I didn't know better," he muttered, voice dry, "I'd say we were prepping for a royal coronation." 


Shi Min, eyes dark-ringed, didn't look up from his device. "It is, Mushu. You just haven't realized it yet." He said with a chuckle. 


Pharsa chuckled as well from a couch cushion she hadn't moved from in two hours. "We survive tonight, and we'll make it to the altar alive." 


THE WEDDING DAY: LET THE GAMES BEGIN