MAIN CHARACTERS:

Issac Hynes

He is second son of Hynes Family. He is cold, unpredictable, selfish and short temper. He is workaholic, always thinking of his reputation and business. He isn't intrested in love, its a waste of time for him. He lived in Paris, he is hot handsome and rich.

Blond short well styled hairs, deep black eyes, 5 feet tall, always wears tailored suit special black and dark ocean blue. Lean mascular body.

Rose Bluebell

An orphan girl, grow up in rough environment, often get bullied in orphanage. She is kind soul, but doesn't know how to survive in this world. She left orphanage at age of 18 and start working as part timer. She works as cleaner in hotel in early morning (6 am - 7 am) , as cafe waitress in late morning (8 am -11 am), as delivery girl in hot heated afternoon (12 pm - 3 pm) , as librarian in St. Maria Library (3.30 pm - 7 pm) and as bartender in night club (8 pm - 11 pm). Her life is a battle field but thankfully she is skilled hacker, good at combat but she lack confidence and stamina.

Long elbow length hairs, Blue eyes, Hourglass body, slim waist, long almond nails, always wears decent full cover dress with high heel. Short height 5 feet.

Carol Katmen

Cold-hearted, merciless mafia king of France. He becomes empty and more cruel after his wife and son's murder. He doesn't trust anyone, lived currently living in Toulouse, France. He need time to heal. He is leader of Nightwing, mafia organisation. Involved in contract killing, weapon supply, supporting politicians. But he have one rule : innocent helpless peoples specially women and children shouldn't suffer.

Raven Black hairs, Grey eyes, Short wolf cut hairs. 7 feet tall, macular body with many scars on his back and chest, each scar covered by a tattoo. Veiny arms and Athletic type body.

OTHER CHARACTERS:

Lorren Walt

Secretary of Issac Hynes, know issac better than anyone. He have crush on Rose.

Lisa Margen

Manager in Hynes Group, Very close to Issac. She is rude, cold for the staff under her and possessive for Issac.

Smith

Driver of Issac, working from 8 years for Issac.

David Hynes

Grandfather of Issac. Kind and caring man, business Tycoon. ex chairman of Hynes Group.

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Roma Wills

Works in Hynes Group. Friendly, kind and helping. Co-worker and friend of Rose.

Lina Tyler

Chief of Designing department in Hynes Group. Kind and Caring. Friend of Rose. Wife of Barton.

Barton Hock

Husband of Lina, Chief of Tech department in Hynes Group. He is supportive, bit possessive for lina.

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Nick Bryon

Hacker, Software developer and Trustee of Carol.

Jasper Miuri

Spy, handle all illegal marketing networks of Carol.

Tyson Bryon and Williams Hook

Bodyguards of Carol. Very loyal.

Jane Rook

personal maid of Carol and work in Katmen Villa.

Victor Shaw

Right hand of Carol. He is Carol's eyes. Husband of Victoria.

Victoria Shaw

Wife of Victor, second Right hand of carol. She is Carol's ears.

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Chapter 1

The city of Paris shimmered in the morning light, its wide boulevards already alive with the pulse of ambition and dreams. Cutting through the heart of the city, a sleek black sports car glided down the avenue, its engine purring with restrained power. The vehicle’s tinted windows reflected the world outside—a world that barely touched the man inside.

In the back seat, Issac Hynes sat with an air of effortless command. At twenty-five, he was already a legend in business circles: the enigmatic CEO of Hynes Group, a man whose brilliance and relentless drive had built an empire. His blond hair was perfectly styled, his black eyes sharp and unreadable. Dressed in a tailored suit, he crossed his legs and glanced at his watch, the gesture precise, almost impatient. Time was money, and for Issac, every second lost was an opportunity wasted.

At the wheel, Smith, his loyal driver, navigated the traffic with practiced ease. Smith knew better than to interrupt the silence; his boss was not a man for idle chatter. The city blurred past, but Issac’s mind was already at the office, calculating deals and strategies, untouched by the distractions of ordinary life.

A few blocks away, the morning was far less kind to Rose. The Blue Light Café, a modest spot tucked between boutiques, was crowded with the usual rush of customers. Rose moved quickly from table to table, balancing trays and forced smiles. Her blue eyes—bright but weary—stood out against her long black hair, which brushed her elbows as she worked. She wore the café’s uniform: a crisp white shirt, a knee-length skirt, and a faded apron that had seen better days.

But today, trouble found her. A man at one of the tables reached out, his hand sliding up her thigh as she set down his coffee. Rose froze, her heart pounding. “Please don’t touch me,” she said, voice trembling but firm.

The man only smirked, his hand lingering. In a flash of anger and fear, Rose slapped him hard across the face. The café fell silent for a moment, the sound echoing louder than the morning chatter.

The owner stormed over, his face red with fury. “What do you think you’re doing?” he hissed, grabbing Rose by her hair. “You dare hit a customer?”

Tears welled in her eyes as she pleaded, “Don’t fire me, please. I need this job.”

But the owner was beyond reason. He dragged her through the café, ignoring her cries. “It must hurt,” he sneered, shoving her out the door. Rose stumbled, her knees scraping the pavement as she landed hard on the street, apron askew, hair tangled.

“Please stop, it hurts!” she sobbed, but the door slammed shut behind her.

For a moment, Rose sat on the curb, dazed and humiliated, her world spinning out of control. The humiliation burned, but the fear was worse. She had nowhere to go, no money, and now, no job. The city’s indifference pressed in on her from all sides.

Then, the roar of an engine snapped her out of her despair. She looked up just in time to see a black sports car barreling down the road—straight toward her. The sunlight flashed on the hood as the car closed the distance in seconds.

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Chapter 2

Rose’s knees throbbed as she knelt on the unforgiving pavement, the world blurring through her tears. The sharp sting of humiliation from the café owner’s cruelty still stinging her pride, but it was the ache in her heart that hurt most. She heard the roar of an engine, and in a split second, headlights bore down on her. Panic seized her chest. She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the impact, thinking—maybe this was how her story ended.

The screech of tires shattered the silence. The car jerked to a halt just inches away, the force sending a jolt through its passengers. Inside, Issac was thrown forward, confusion flashing across his face. “What’s the meaning of this, Smith?” he demanded, his tone sharp.

Smith, already unbuckling his seatbelt, replied breathlessly, “A girl was thrown in front of our car, boss. Sorry, I had to stop.”

Issac’s brow furrowed. He glanced out the window and saw the commotion: the café owner, red-faced and shouting, looming over a girl curled on the ground. The man’s voice was venomous. “You must die, you should die, you parasite!”

Rose trembled, her hands pressed to her bleeding knees. She wanted to shout the truth—that she’d only defended herself, that she’d been harassed—but who would believe her? She was nobody, and in this city, money always spoke louder than justice.

Issac stepped out of the car, his presence commanding. He strode toward the scene, his tailored suit immaculate, his expression unreadable. He paused, taking in the trembling girl and the furious owner. Without hesitation, he knelt beside Rose, his voice suddenly gentle. “Are you alright?”

Startled, Rose opened her blue eyes, meeting the deep black gaze of the stranger before her. For a moment, the world faded—the pain, the fear, the humiliation. She saw only him, his concern genuine, his tone calm and soft.

Smith, watching from the car, nearly dropped his jaw. In all his years working for Issac Hynes, he’d never seen his boss show tenderness toward anyone, let alone a stranger.

The café owner, still bristling with rage, stepped forward, spitting out, “You bitch—stop—”

Issac’s eyes snapped up, fixing the man with a cold, dead stare. The owner’s words died in his throat as recognition dawned. He stumbled back, suddenly silent, fear replacing his anger.

Rose’s tears slowed as she watched the owner retreat. She turned to Issac, confusion and gratitude mingling in her gaze. “Who are you?” she whispered.

“Issac,” he replied simply. “And you?”

“Ro...Rose.... Rose Bluebell.” She replied stammering

Issac’s eyes flicked to her knees, where blood trickled down her shins. “You’re hurt,” he said, his tone matter-of-fact but gentle. “Come with me.”

She nodded, her voice barely a whisper. “Thanks.”

Without another word, Issac slid his arms beneath her, lifting her effortlessly from the ground. Rose gasped, unused to such care, but she didn’t resist. She clung to him, her face buried in his chest as he carried her to the waiting car.

Smith quickly opened the back door, eyes wide with disbelief. Issac settled Rose gently onto the seat, then climbed in beside her. The door shut, muffling the chaos outside.

As the car pulled away, Rose glanced back at the café—the place that had given her hope and then snatched it away. She felt Issac’s steady presence beside her, his silence comforting rather than cold.

...TO BE CONTINUED ...