HIS BUTTERFLY {RU AND ART}
Ep::01::
THIS IS THE STORY OF ARTHUR AND RUSHA...HOW THEY MET FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME...HOW THEY FELL IN LOVE...NO LOVE RIVAL, BUT LITTLE MISUNDERSTANDINGS...
Rusha Mitchell
(tapping her finger on the table impatiently)
Rusha Mitchell
🗣️Griege❄️(shouts coldly)
Griege (assistant of Rusha)
(curse under his breath) I am dead today.
Griege (assistant of Rusha)
(rush to the cabin) Y-yes boss
Rusha Mitchell
(rest her head in hand)(smiles)
Rusha Mitchell
My sweet dear little assistant...where are the damn files I have asked for☺️
Griege (assistant of Rusha)
(pass the files quickly)here boss
Rusha Mitchell
(snatch form his hand)how's the preparation of our new modelling project going?
Griege (assistant of Rusha)
(gulps)haha😅
Rusha Mitchell
(raise an eyebrow)🤨
Griege (assistant of Rusha)
T-the models won't be able to make it to tomorrow's show because of bad weather (looks down)
Rusha Mitchell
☺️and when were you planning to tell me this, my dear assistant?after the show, huh?
Griege (assistant of Rusha)
Hehe boss😅
Rusha Mitchell
Don't "hehe" me...damn you Griege... I will fire you💢
Griege (assistant of Rusha)
You won't cause you won't be able to find a good assistant like me 😌(flips his fake long hairs)
Rusha Mitchell
Get out before I kill you😊
Griege (assistant of Rusha)
Aish don't be like that na boss.... I have already called for replacement...and they are in hotel sky-high
Griege (assistant of Rusha)
But we are still lacking one
Griege (assistant of Rusha)
The one who can perform the butterfly theme
Rusha Mitchell
(hold her head)
Rusha Mitchell
Did you asked Mom
Griege (assistant of Rusha)
Well I did. But she refused saying her knees hurt, and it won't heal until you find him a son-in-law
Rusha Mitchell
That mother of mine...last time she said she's having a headache because she doesn't have son-in-law...before that her stomach was paining for same reason... What Kinda logic is this?
Griege (assistant of Rusha)
That's called mom's logic
Rusha Mitchell
sometimes I feel like if an earthquake happen in any city...she'll blame me for that also...saying you didn't get married that's why that city got struck with an earthquake
Griege (assistant of Rusha)
So true
Griege (assistant of Rusha)
now what?
Rusha Mitchell
Now I will have to go on ramp
Rusha Mitchell
Just kill me damn it... I haven't slept for two nights and now this
Griege (assistant of Rusha)
Best of luck boss 😁
Rusha Mitchell
💢💢I'll break your teeth if you keep smiling 💢
Griege (assistant of Rusha)
(ran out of the cabin)
Rusha Mitchell
(sigh) I have meeting with the CEO of AM tomorrow...which I can't cancel... I need to change the location of the meeting first
Rusha Mitchell
(sent the mail to AM Empire)
Ep::02::
The backstage of the fashion show buzzed with energy and chaos. Models flitted between makeup stations, the scent of hairspray hanging heavy in the air. Stylists moved quickly, pinning fabric, smoothing wrinkles, and adjusting seams with practiced precision. Racks of shimmering gowns and tailored suits lined the walls, sequins catching the bright vanity lights.
Rusha Mitchell
(in a dress, fabric cool against skin, the weight of delicate wings brushing against her back)
The lights dimmed, the music swelled.
The bass of the music echoed throughout the floor. But it was nothing compared to the thunder of impatience radiating form him.
ARTHUR MORRIS— THE INFAMOUS MAIFA KING 👑.
Arthur Morris
(sat in the front row, fingers drumming a lethal rhythm against the armrest)
Arthur Morris
(eyes a glacier storm as he glanced at his secretary)
Nashi(Arthur's assistant)
(flinched)
Arthur Morris
Explain to me.(voice arctic, each word a dagger) Why this damn Meeting is at a fashion show.❄️
Nashi(Arthur's assistant)
T- The CEO insisted, Sir. Said it couldn't wait—
Arthur Morris
It'll wait.(already rising from his seat)(long coat sweeping behind him)
Arthur Morris
❄️ I have no time for this—
He stopped. His breath hitched, eyes snapping back to the stage.
His world narrowed to the sight of her draped in that ethereal butterfly gown, eyes sharp and smile sweet enough to be deadly. The lights crowned her in gold, turning her every step into a sinuous glide, and Arthur, who had faced death and worse without flinching, stood frozen.
Rusha Mitchell
(eyes met his)(the sweet smile shifted—something darker, wicked at the edges)
Arthur Morris
(pulse stumbled)
Rusha Mitchell
(step forward with lethal grace, not stopping until she reached the edge of the ramp)
She knelt with a fluidity that left the audience breathless, legs draped over the edge, and leaned in until her face was mere inches from his. The world fell away, leaving only the heady scent of her and the knowing glint in her gaze. Arthur forgot how to breathe.
Rusha Mitchell
(placed fingertip beneath his chin, tilting his face up with a command that made his blood rush in his ears)
Rusha Mitchell
(smirk) Like what you saw?(murmured in low, sultry tone)
Arthur Morris
(stood froze, cheeks turned crimson)
Cheeks flaring crimson with a betrayal so violent it left his secretary’s jaw unhinged. The mafia king, feared across continents, stood there with wide eyes and a racing heart, struck silent by the curve of her lips and sparkly eyes.
Rusha Mitchell
(smiles in satisfaction)
The show ended in a crescendo of applause, lights dimming and the spell broke—at least for the audience.
Arthur Morris
(surged forward, intent fixed)
But a wall of security cut him off.
security
Authorized personnel only, sir.
Arthur Morris
(eyes darkened, a lethal chill setting into his gaze)
The guards shifted, tension snapping tight. He was seconds from unleashing that cold rage, voice already sharpening—until he spotted her, slipping through the crowd like silk through fingers.
Arthur Morris
Miss—!(an urgent voice range out)
Rusha Mitchell
(didn't turn)
Arthur Morris
(something close to panic surged into him)(scream louder)MISS!
Arthur Morris
Miss Butterfly!(desperate voice rang the whole venue)
Everyone stopped and looked at him.
Arthur Morris
(leap to her in a heartbeat, long strides closing the distance until he reached her)
Arthur Morris
M-May I ask your name?(stuttered)
The words clumsy and rough in a way that had the security guards exchanging wide-eyed glances. Arthur Morris didn’t stutter. He commanded, he demanded—but this wasn’t a demand. This was a man stripped of defenses, raw and unsteady.
Rusha Mitchell
(smirk)(leaned in as her lips slightly brushed against his ear) If destiny allows ..... I'll tell you my name next time we meet.
Then she pulled back, not waiting for his response, and swept past him in a drift of perfume and silk. The cool night air bit at her skin as she exited the venue, leaving behind chaos and gasps—but all she could think about was the stunned look in those storm-gray eyes, the faint flush high on those sharp cheekbones.
Ep::03::
The ride to the café was tense, the air in the car thick with Arthur's frustration.
Arthur Morris
How ridiculous.(sharp ice tone) Changing the meeting place last minute — to a damn café? I'm not going.❄️
Nashi(Arthur's assistant)
B-But sir, it's an important meeting. The CEO insisted, and—(voice trembling)
Arthur Morris
(pinched the bridge of his nose) Fine. But if this is a waste of my time, I'll —
The threat remain unfinished as the car come to a halt. The café was small, kept away from the bustle of city.
Arthur Morris
(stepped inside the café)(eyes narrowed)
Not a single soul but a barista who scurried to the back at the sight of him.
Arthur Morris
(eyes stopped on something or someone)
Rusha Mitchell
(sleeping near the window, head resting on folded arms)
Most of her face was hidden by the flower base.
Arthur Morris
(breath hitched)(moved subconsciously, steps slow and soundless, until he was close enough to her)
Arthur Morris
(stared at her)
Rusha Mitchell
(felt gaze)(eyelashes fluttered, slowly open her eyes) What?
Rusha Mitchell
(voice a little husky) Are you following me?(a slow smirk crept up to her face)
Arthur Morris
(face red, smiling like a love-struck fool) I—no—
Nashi(Arthur's assistant)
(jaw dropped to the floor)" is this world going to end? The Arthur Morris blushed and stuttered? And that also twice in a day."
Rusha Mitchell
(chuckled)(stretch her body with grace)(rest her head on palm)
Rusha Mitchell
So, I take it you're the one causing trouble for my company?
Arthur Morris
(brain short-circuited)"The CEO —she—oh."
For the first time in a very long time, Arthur Morris was utterly, hopelessly at a loss.
Arthur Morris, a man who had built his empire on power and fear, stood frozen like a fool before her. His mind was still catching up to the realization that she—Miss Butterfly—were the CEO he had been scheduled to meet.
Griege (assistant of Rusha)
(came to her with coffee in his hand)
Arthur Morris
(eyes flickered to Griege as he walked to her, and slide down the coffee with familiar ease towards her)
Arthur Morris
"Her boyfriend?"
Something sharp twisted in his chest, an unfamiliar, unwelcome sensation clawing its way through his ribs. His fists clenched at his sides before he could stop them, his entire body stiffening with an irritation he had no right to feel.
Griege (assistant of Rusha)
(turned to him with a polite smile) Would you like something to drink, Mr. Morris?
Arthur Morris
No.(word colder than ice)
Rusha Mitchell
(lazily trace the rim of the coffee mug) Arthur, you look tense. You sure you don't need something sweet to calm your nerve?(smirk)
Arthur Morris
(jaw ticked) I don't have a sweet tooth.
Griege (assistant of Rusha)
(chuckled)
Rusha Mitchell
(took a slow sip)What a shame?
Arthur had never wanted to wipe a smirk off someone’s face more in his entire life.
Arthur Morris
(trying to compose himself)
Rusha Mitchell
(placed the coffee down)So, about our meeting, Mr. Morris.
Arthur Morris
(barely heard her, whole concentration on her secretary)
Arthur barely heard her. His eyes flicked to her secretary again, taking in the subtle details—how close he stood to her, the way his body angled slightly toward her as if it was second nature.
Arthur Morris
(forcing his attention back to her) You certainly have an... unconventional way of conducting business.
Rusha Mitchell
(lips twitched) And yet, here you are.
She's dangerous. Not in the way he was used to— not in the way his enemies were. And he hated it.
Rusha Mitchell
So, Arthur, tell me— are we doing business today, or did you come here just to glare at my secretary?
Arthur Morris
(choked)"secretary?"
Arthur Morris
(pulls chair, and he sat down) Let's get this over with.
Rusha Mitchell
(eyes glow with victory) Good boy.
Arthur Morris
(barely held himself back from knocking the table over)
The words echoed in his head, looping like a cursed melody he couldn’t shut off. His face burned—an unfamiliar heat creeping up his neck. He had been called many things in his life—ruthless, cold, merciless—but good boy? Never.
Arthur Morris
Let's keep this professional.(voice rougher than intended)
Rusha Mitchell
(tilt head innocently) Oh? Were we not being professional?
Arthur Morris
(glare at Griege)
Griege (assistant of Rusha)
Uh?(thinks to himself)" w-why is he glaring at me? Madam is the one who is toying with him."
Arthur Morris
(couldn't bring himself to glare at his butterfly)
Griege (assistant of Rusha)
Uh, should I...?(motioned towards the door)
Arthur Morris
(almost nodded)" Yes leave. Get out."(is what he wanted to say)
Rusha Mitchell
Go ahead, I'll handle this.
As soon as Griege left, her work mode on.
Rusha Mitchell
The terms of the deal— I don't like them.
Arthur Morris
(blinked, momentarily thrown off) Excuse me?
Rusha Mitchell
Your proposal is too one-sided. My company takes all the risk while yours reaps most of the benefits.
Arthur Morris
(narrowed his eyes) Business is about leverage, not fairness.
Rusha Mitchell
(smiles) That's such a boring way to think.
Arthur Morris
It's the way deals are made.
Rusha Mitchell
Not this one.
Arthur Morris
And what exactly do you want, then?
Rusha Mitchell
(eyes sharp) A better deal.
Arthur Morris
(respect the way you handle him- I mean the deal) If I adjust the terms, what do I get in return?
Rusha Mitchell
That depends. What do you want, Arthur?
Arthur Morris
(stared at her for minute)(for the very first time he didn't know what he wants)
Arthur Morris
(after thinking for some time) I want guarantees.
Rusha Mitchell
(slightly amused) Guarantees?
Arthur Morris
That this deal benefits me as much as it does you.
Rusha Mitchell
(tilts head) Oh, Arthur. Everything about this is going to benefit you.
Arthur Morris
(his muscles ticked) Be specific.
Rusha Mitchell
How about this? I'll agree to your terms if...(leaned closer)
Rusha Mitchell
If you grant me one favor in return.
Arthur Morris
What kind of favor?
Rusha Mitchell
(smiles) You'll find out when the time comes.
Arthur Morris
(eyes locked onto hers) Fine. One favor. But if I don't like it—
Rusha Mitchell
You will. And that is the fun part.(stand up, dusting off her coat)
Rusha Mitchell
Send the contract to my company tomorrow.(turned to leave)
Arthur Morris
Wait.(clenched his fists, hating the unfamiliar feeling bubbling in his heart) Your name.
Rusha Mitchell
(glanced over her shoulder)(a mischievous smirk on her face) If destiny allows......(words hung in the air as she walked out of the cafe)
Arthur Morris
(cursed under his breath)
He'd never felt the urge to strangle and kiss someone so bad in the same breath until now.
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