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[BL— Warning: Adult content 18+. Extreme Smut every 20 - 30 chapters]
"You," Augustine began, his voice firm and direct. "I'm making you an offer: we get married, immediately. This isn't a request, it's a demand." Augustine's uttered with a piercing gaze. 
Charles scoffed. “What type of bullshit is that?” He fired back. 

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Augustine Wales is a cold CEO who is known as the most successful and influential business man in Country H. 

His name alone commanded respect, his steely gaze and cold demeanor strike fear into even the most hardened of hearts. He was a man of few words, each syllable weighted with the power of his position. 

On the eve of Augustine Wales 29th birthday, he received an unexpected call from his family, their demands clear and uncompromising: find a spouse, or forfeit your stake in the family's vast wealth and influence. 

In that very moment after receiving the phone call, the gaze of Augustine fell upon a young man named Charles Donald and without thinking twice, Augustine immediately made a proposal to Charles, but was met with a swift rejection. 

Augustine's proposal was rooted in desperation but little did he know that fate was drawing him toward a future he never could have predicted.

"What will happen when Augustine Wales, the powerful CEO, finds himself unexpectedly falling for Charles Donald, a humble cleaner in his office?"
"When Charles' deadly secrets rise to the surface, will their fragile bond shatter, or will their love prove strong enough to weather the storm?"

Sweeping Him Off His Feet

"Re… really?" Charles inquired as a scoff rolled out of his mouth.

Freda's words were so absurd that Charles couldn't help but find them completely unbelievable.

A dry chuckle escaped his lips as he shook his head, his brows furrowing in mild disbelief.

"I… I don't think I can believe that," he muttered, his voice laced with skepticism.

Charles hands instinctively dove deep into his trouser pockets, his fingers curling slightly as he exhaled loudly.

Freda moistened her lips before spreading her arms wide, letting the night air caress her skin.

"Charles, at first, I thought I was just playing some weird scenery in my head," Freda admitted, her voice carrying a hint of excitement. "But I started noticing it—CEO Augustine keeps staring at me. It's subtle, but it's there. And every time it happens, I get these chills… like, the kind that make my knees feel weak."

Have a lot to think of.