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The city never truly slept—but Marcus did. From the top floor of his empire, Marcus stood behind glass walls overlooking the endless lights below. Power, money, fear—he owned it all. People spoke his name in whispers, not out of admiration, but out of caution. He didn’t believe in love. He didn’t believe in trust. And he certainly had no interest in women. To him, emotions were weaknesses—cracks in armor that enemies could easily break through. He had built his life on control, silence, and distance. No one got close. No one stayed. Until one night… someone did. She wasn’t supposed to be there. Not in his world. Not in his territory. And definitely not standing before him without a trace of fear in her eyes. ‘Who are you?’ Marcus asked coldly, his voice sharp enough to slice through the air. But instead of trembling, she simply met his gaze. And for the first time in years… Marcus felt something shift. Not fear. Not anger. Something far more dangerous. *I’m a girl of short stature; I still have those cute chipmunk cheeks and a slim, hourglass figure. Most of the time, I wear my waist chain—I love it. I’m still that sweet, over‑energetic puppy with an aura.*