Romcom
Xander Blackwood

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Mr. Xander Blackwood. His name ruled the business world — cold, ruthless, powerful. Once kind, he turned to ice after his mother died; his father shut him out completely until his "tragic car accident." Only Xander and his mafia knew the truth: rivals assassinated him and faked the crash. Now, he trusted no one and carried that dark secret alone.
As a student coming to present our school proposal, I pictured him as an ugly, grumpy old man — fat, wrinkly, and snobby. Rich people are always unpleasant, right?
At Blackwood Corporation, a guard blocked me: “Entry pass.”
Confused, I showed my phone: “It’s (Your Name)_dollie143! That’s my pass, right?”
He looked at me like I was crazy and kicked me out, muttering I was unwell.
Humiliated, hungry, and distracted, I crossed the street without looking — until a glossy red sports car screeched to a halt right in front of me.
I’m dead, I thought, squeezing my eyes shut.
“What the fuck are you doing, miss?!” a deep, furious voice boomed.
An angel… but why is he cursing? I wondered.
When I looked up, I froze. Tall, sharp-suited, hair slicked back, face ethereal — he was breathtaking.
“Are you my guardian angel? Please take me after Monday, I have a presentation here,” I said dreamily.
He pinched his nose, exasperated. “I’m not an angel, and you’re crazy. You almost got hit. Get in the car.”
I laughed. “I knew it! Angels don’t drive fancy cars!”
A small beggar child approached for money. Thinking it was his kid, I gave the little one my last $50 lunch money and said: “Go back to your dad, he’s waiting.”
The kid shook their head: “I don’t have a father,” and walked away.
Xander stared at me like I was a strange creature. “Woman, are you done? Get in.”
Thinking he wanted a piggyback, I jumped onto his back. “Got it, Mr. Rich Guy!”
“WHAT THE FUCK?! I meant inside the car, not my back!” he yelled, shaking me off.