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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

'Why can't I see?' Charles inwardly questioned himself.

He fluttered his eyelashes a few times before slamming his cheek heavily, trying to snap out of his slumber.

His eyes became wide open, and he noticed that he was staring at the ceiling, his breath extremely heavy.

"Pookie!" Augustine's voice rang out, laced with both concern.

Charles blinked rapidly, his lashes fluttering as if trying to clear away the remnants of a heavy sleep.

His gaze shifted sluggishly to the side, where Augustine stood in front of the wardrobe, arms crossed, his brows arched in sharp curiosity.

The intensity in his eyes was unmistakable, scanning Charles as if searching for signs of distress.

"Are you alright?" Augustine pressed, his voice softer this time, yet firm, unwilling to be brushed off.

Augustine was dressed in a pair of white long sleeves and a dark blue trouser.

I can’t be gay.