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|| ??????? ?????????? || ??????????? Iuhence Volkswagen ruled his empire with ice in his veins and iron in his will. Emotion was weakness—until Aurora Mercantile shattered his calm. Her quiet obedience drew him in, her innocence driving him to madness. He tried to resist, to bury the hunger she stirred, but when she attempted to leave, something inside him snapped. The man who felt nothing could no longer let her go. She was his—whether she knew it or not. ???????????? Aurora Mercantile lived two lives—by day, she was the composed and efficient secretary of Iuhence Volkswagen, a man known for his ruthless mind and chilling silence. By night, she served as his quiet maid in the grand Volkswagen estate. Iuhence was distant, unreadable—his every word measured, his gaze sharp enough to cut through lies. His wife, Celestine, was elegance wrapped in deceit, living off his fortune while seeking pleasure elsewhere. He never cared—until Aurora’s calm presence began to disturb his perfectly cold world. One evening, Celestine saw it—the rare softness in his eyes when they met Aurora’s. Fury ignited. “You think you can steal my husband?” she spat, slapping the girl. “Resign. From the mansion and the company.” Trembling, Aurora obeyed, packing her things before dawn. But as she slipped her resignation letter onto his desk, Iuhence appeared, his shadow towering over her. “Who gave you permission to leave?” His tone was low, dangerous. “Y-your wife, sir…” she stammered. He tore the letter slowly, eyes never leaving hers. “You don’t take orders from her,” he murmured, stepping closer until she could feel his breath. “From now on, you answer only to me.” The next day, she was on a plane beside him for a business trip. His voice brushed her ear, low and final. “Run again, Aurora,” he whispered, “and I’ll make sure you never escape me twice.”