So I decided to make all the chapters in a narrator writing form. But I feel like there might be some mistakes where there's first-person writing.

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Grammar might be even worse than on my previous story since it's so hecking long.

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Khun Aguero Agnes, CEO of his family's business. The one that's about to go bankrupt, because most of his family members, the main family, are in the underworld business. After a betrayal by his partner in crime, Maria, he is kicked out of the family.

Having no skills what so ever in what he did in the gang, he did not care, instead, he took this opportunity to use his genetic cunningness and intelligence to make an empire, using the same business that belonged to the same family, but was less shady, to ruin his family name.

Apart from feeling the sadness and longing of being alone, he was doing ok, not good, not fine, just ok.

As the years went by, the once 18-year-old boy was now a 25-year-old man. A man with a rapidly growing business. Over the years he faced many difficulties, like scams, other businesses trying to run his company into the ground, yet he overcame it all.

He even got a bachelor's title, ' Top 10 of the most wanted men in the world'. The ladies threw themselves at him, yet he never paid any attention to them. Nobody could melt his frozen heart. 

Even if they'd tried to, they can't do it (like I do~). His heart was too frozen to thaw.

He was a cold man, got it from his father, along with great looks and intelligence.

But none of that made him feel fulfilled, the only thing that could shatter the ice melting around his heart, was the satisfaction of seeing his family, especially his father, fall.

Ruin their reputation as the most notorious gang in Japan, the 'Icers'.

They will beg for mercy from him, but he won't give it to them, make them feel miserable they won't want to live because that was his inner desire.

But to really get that all started he needed an investor, but anyone who's actually smart enough to do that won't. Why? Because whoever will do that is someone looking to raise a kitten into a ferocious lion.

He made it very clear he's seeking revenge against his family, one of the most feared gangs in the universe. If you help him, your immediately putting a giant target on your back.

Until one day a call from FUG empire came. Claiming they were interested in investing in his company. He could look over the contract and discuss it with them over in New York. Of course, he went, he was practically pouncing at the offer that seemed too good to be true.

Flying from Japan to America because of a business deal that could help him fulfill his goal, he immediately set off.

"Hi, Mr. Khun, it's nice to finally meet you!" A man sitting at a table with pure gold eyes said smiling. He had white hair as pure as snow.

Over the plane, he did some research on the man, V, who offered him the deal of a century. V, the CEO of FUG empire, different from FUG organization, owned by his wife Arlene Grace, who also dealt with the underworld like his father's gang.

The two jobs never clashed and somehow their marriage worked. He had two offsprings, but Khun didn't care. All he cared about was revenge, and it started with this deal.

"Yes, it's a pleasure to meet you too." He took a seat across from the man called V.

"I assume you want to get straight down to business." The conference room we were in suddenly turned black. The big floor-length windows vanished as they were covered by automatic blinds.

All that was left was an ominous light that shone over the table we were sitting at. The smile he had earlier was still there, it didn't change, but with the different setting, he looked creepy.

"Here," he slides over a file document across the table, containing the contract, over to the light blue-haired man.

Reading over it a couple of times, Khun's eyes wide in disbelief, but he kept his professional poker face. The contract really was too good to be true. It gave him everything he wanted and more.

V would support him as much as he wanted, financially, medically, all of it. All he had to do was two things. One, sightsee one of the places he owned. Two get a secretary of V's choice, this sounded a bit sketchy.

He scanned through the entire thing, fine print and all. Yet he couldn't find a word that would make him do things he didn't want to. He was mostly looking for things like 'under any circumstances' 'must do whatever' words like that.

But none of that was there, not a single sentence that seemed shady. Not even in the fine print

Cautiously he signs the contract, he was still uncertain, but he really needed this contract.

After Khun signs the contract the man known as V hands him a golden ticket.

"There's a taxi driver waiting outside for you, once you arrive go to the 134th floor." Khun was starting to doubt the contract he just signed.

"What about the other floors." There were at least 135 floors, and I heard they were planning on constructing more.

"Ah... there was some issue on the 135th floor which caused a delay in building the other floors, but I'm dealing with it, slowly."

So he left the building, taking a copy of the contract because he still had an uneasy feeling that something was wrong.

Hopping in the cab, the bab driver drove him over to the famous Statue of Liberty in New York. He went up to the 134th floor just like the man said, using the golden ticket. Upon arriving in the VIP section, crown area, he looked around, a bit busy, but not as much as the floor below he saw, filled with many citizens and tourists.

It was a circular room, with tall glass panels on the outer edge, framing the gorgeous view. It was a windy day, late evening as the sun was setting. He sat on a bench by the window, gazing over the stunning sight, stunning indeed as he saw a female, at least the back of her.

In all of his life, no female has ever caught his attention, even in the rise of his popularity. Yet she had an aura and look that was so pure and innocent.

One thing was odd, this female that had caught his attention was standing at the balcony area, outside of the circular glass room. Her long hair was blowing in the wind, as the sunset glowed, radiated her body in an illuminating gorgeous way, not being able to take his eyes off her he continued to stare, as did every other person in the sitting area.

"Ahh, if it isn't a newcomer gazing at the goddess." An unknown man spoke behind him, to be fair every man, and women, were unknown to him, he was in a different country.

"What are you talking about?" Khun asked, a bit confused as he really didn't know what this strange man was talking about.

"That little lady over there, the one you and every other man is staring at, is the infamous goddess."

"Huh?" Khun was still confused.

"A mysterious woman she is, always standing there on a Friday night."

"But isn't that place off limits?" Khun questioned the man.

Indeed it was a restricted place, 'Balcony access restricted, do not enter.' A big red sign was plastered at the door keeping everyone out.

The door was something that looked from the future, highly advanced technology. He tried opening the door, but his access was denied 'Requires code and a key to enter' read the screen by the handle.

"That won't work sunny, everyone has tried yet can't go outside, that's why we all buy special passes just to see that woman."

Khun walked back to the elevator, after staring at the mysterious women for who knows how long. He glanced back one more time, hoping he could get a glimpse of her face because the whole time she never turned around once.

'Strange. What a mysterious woman, she intrigues me' he thought as he pushed the ground floor button. In a matter of seconds, the high-speed elevator shot down and in less than a minute he was on the ground floor.

The elevator impressed him, in about a minute or less he moved from about 130 ft in the air all the way to the bottom, Japan had nothing like that, even with their high-speed trains.

He got a phone call from his mango phone, a version from the fruit phone series. The caller was someone he didn't look forward to talking to, in fact, he was dreading on answering the call from his father.

"Hello," he asked, hesitant on what the man on the other end would say.

"Aguero, it's good to talk to you since that incident." The incident that got him butted from the Icers, his father's gang in the underworld.

"What did you call me for? The last time I checked, you didn't want to speak to me at all." He said harshly, memories still vivid in his mind on what happened that day.

"You're getting married~! Well, have a fiancee~! You should thank me~." Some ohs and ahhs and chatter from many women were heard through the other line.

His father must be in that kind of place, again.

"What!" The light-blue haired man shouted into the phone as he stared wide-eyed, in disbelief at what he had just heard, but the other line hung up before he could get a response.

The light-blue haired man grumbled, he thought leaving the main family would mean he would never have to interact with those people ever again.

Even though he'd have to transfer money to them or paperwork, sometimes even graphs of how the company is going, he would never have to actually talk to any of them.

Khun saw a message from his father after the call so suddenly ended. It read:

I got you a fiancee, she'll be your new secretary.

Now let me get back to my many women.

Khun was silent, 'Damn it' he thought. He didn't need a woman to ruin his plan, he didn't need a secretary either. And apparently his father and V were scheming something together.

That contract really was too good to be true.

Ding

He got another message, from his father.

Don't come to me for questions, just read the fine fine print on the contract.

"ThERe'S a FInE fInE PriNt!" The blue-haired male yelled, annoyed, pulling at his hair.

He was probably going to go bald if he kept that up.

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Published: May 20th, 2020

Word count: ~ 1700 words 

Next update: Wednesdays unless noted.

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