I_Nana_Firdausi

Warning! Mature Content

Hernia is his to care for and he doesn’t care what the world thinks of that.
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“We could date instead,” Hermia suggested, her voice laced with uncertainty.

“I don’t date,” Niklaus replied coldly, his piercing gaze unwavering.

Hermia blinked, caught off guard. “So it has to be marriage?” she asked, her tone laced with disbelief.

“Yes,” he deadpanned, not a hint of hesitation in his voice.

Her frustration bubbled over. “But we don’t even know each other!” she whined, throwing her hands up in exasperation.

Niklaus leaned forward, his dark eyes gleaming. “I don’t need to know you, Mia,” he said, his voice dipping into a deep, dangerous tone. “When I can feel you… that’s enough for me.”

She inhaled sharply, her heart hammering in her chest. “That’s not enough for me,” she countered, her voice firm but trembling slightly.

His expression softened, and his next words wrapped around her like a promise. “I would forever cherish you, adore you, and treat you like the rarest gem. I would never let you shed a single tear of pain.”

Her resolve wavered, but she shook her head and pushed back. “We’re not getting married, Shark. Just go.”

But instead of leaving, he smirked, leaning back with a confidence that rattled her. “I’ll be waiting.”

Hermia groaned, exasperated. “Nik, you’re hardly doing any waiting. You’re all over me! We live together, work together, eat together—you’re always here!”

Niklaus’s voice dropped to a whisper, raw and pleading. “Then just keep me forever, Mia.”

She froze, his honest, vulnerable eyes piercing through every defense she had built. Her heart quivered as she felt the weight of his words sink in.

She didn’t know what to do.
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To the world, Niklaus Hathaway is ruthless—a man who takes what he wants, no matter the cost. But for Hermia, the girl who’s lost everything, he’s something else entirely: her unlikely savior whom she couldn’t blindly trust.

He’s ruthless to everyone—except her.

Niklaus Hathaway doesn’t date. He doesn’t waste time. He only wants what’s his. When Hermia steps into his life, he makes one thing clear: if she won’t marry him, she’ll work for him. Keeping her close is his only goal, and no amount of gossip, jealousy, or family betrayal will change that.

But Hermia’s life isn’t as simple as working for the powerful CEO who’s claimed her as his. With an evil stepsister and manipulative parents determined to ruin her happiness, Hermia must fight for her place in a world that seems determined to push her out.

Niklaus declared her his from the beginning—and he’ll stop at nothing to protect her, no matter the cost

Love has never been this dangerous.

Sweet For You, Ruthless For Others

"Selena, are you jealous of her because she got to live and study in the US?"

The question made me stiffen, my fingers tightening around my clutch. Was Sasha actually defending me, or just stirring the pot?

Selena rolled her eyes, scoffing. "Jealous? Please." She placed a delicate hand over her chest, the picture of self-righteousness. "I stayed because I'm a filial daughter. I put my parents first."

I shifted on my feet, swallowing down the bitter taste in my mouth. It wasn't just the implication—it was the way Selena twisted the truth so easily, making herself the devoted child while making me seem selfish for leaving.

I was twelve when they sent me away. Not out of love, not out of concern—but because my father and his wife despised me.

Because keeping me would have tainted the pristine Blackwood name.

They dressed it up as an opportunity, a generous decision made for my benefit. But the truth was simpler, crueler. They wanted me gone. Out of sight, out of mind.

And now that I was back, everyone had rewritten the story: I had thrived in America, enjoyed myself, while Selena stayed behind, dutiful and selfless.

"You're absolutely right," Sasha cooed, her pout exaggerated, her words dripping with false sympathy. "I just don't understand how someone as kind and graceful as you, Selena, could be related to someone so… selfish."

Selena sighed, lifting her glass with a practiced air of sorrow. "I try," she murmured, shaking her head slightly, as though carrying the burden of my existence was too much to bear.

Rachel, never one to miss a chance to stir trouble, leaned in. "She must've been living it up in the US while you were here, taking care of your parents, your grandparents—all by yourself."

Selena pressed her lips together, her voice soft, heavy with sacrifice.

"I'll never tire," she declared, eyes shining with false humility. "It's the least I can do for the people who gave me life and my lifestyle."

Why was Selena so determined to tear me down? I had barely even been back, had done nothing to deserve this hostility.

"Heavens, Hermia!" Selena gasped, clutching her chest as if truly wounded. Her expression darkened in disbelief. "Are you actually trying to say I'm lying about everything I've done for our parents?"

"No, I—" My breath hitched, my mind scrambling to keep up. I shook my head quickly, my sleek black hair brushing my shoulders. "I'm not saying that, but it wasn't exactly—"

Rachel cut in smoothly, voice sharp. "Here you are, causing a scene at someone else's birthday party." She gave a slow shake of her head, her lips curving into something between amusement and disdain. "How inconsiderate."

The room buzzed. Soft murmurs. The weight of a dozen scrutinizing eyes pressing down on me.

I hadn't meant to make a scene. They had backed me into a corner, twisted everything.

I wanted to speak. To defend myself. To fight back.

Filial and Unfilial Daughter