Falling for the possessive Mafia king

Mr. Tomas Charl's Point of View:

I went to my office early that day to organize some documents and papers before my upcoming trip to sign a partnership contract with a multinational company. Suddenly, there was a knock on my office door. I looked up and said, "Yes, please come in."

To my surprise, it was Carl. I couldn't believe it. I asked him, "Where's the new private secretary? Can't you do what I ask you to do from the start?" I was shocked and frustrated, but Carl blinked at me as if he had never heard those words before.

Out of frustration, I let out a loud groan mixed with anger. Carl approached my desk and explained, "Mr. Tomas, you have had many secretaries. Why do you need a new one? You've hired several in the past, only to fire them without a valid reason after less than a month." He said this as if I didn't already know. After all, I'm the one who hires and fires, so I'm well aware of what happens.

I stared at him blankly, and he cautiously continued, "I mean, I understand why you do this, but you're a powerful billionaire. Your reputation is important. You can't keep changing secretaries because..." Carl, being the manager of my company and my right-hand man as a board member, complained. However, I cut him off abruptly.

"Shut up! Stop bothering me! I need a new secretary. And she must be attractive, sexy, and have a curvy figure," I firmly commanded him while imagining how she would look. Yes, I was extremely picky. After all, I would have to see my assistant's face every morning. So, why should I spend a large amount of money on someone who is plain or average?

Carl looked worried and started pleading, "But why?! Please, reconsider. Choose any of the employees from our company. People are talking about you, calling you 'Mr. T the Womanizer.' It's not good at all. Your actions will impact the share prices in the market!" He frowned with concern.

"I'm Tomas Charl, for goodness' sake! I'm a billionaire, a powerful man. Why should I care about gossip? And why should I listen to your advice? I have more money than anyone in this country, even more than the president. I should enjoy every penny and every minute of my life! Do as I say, Carl, and don't bother me with nonsense!" I exclaimed, hitting my knuckles angrily on my large mahogany desk in disagreement with his opinions.

"But... Sir," Carl stuttered.

"Do it. I have to travel soon to sign this new contract. You have to stay here and choose someone for me, for a change. I'll depend on you," I pointed my finger at his face, giving him this assignment.

"But don't you think this time we should choose someone ordinary? Maybe a smart recent college graduate?" Carl raised an eyebrow, questioning me.

"What would I do with an intelligent secretary? Huh? I want her to be sexy... with a nice butt and a slim waist. Full of energy and good health, with a charming and elegant smile. After all, she'll be by my side all the time," I commanded Carl.

"In that case, we should hire a model, Mr. Tomas," Carl scoffed.

I shot him a menacing look. "Too many questions, Carl. It's not funny. Do I need to fire you? I need a sexy secretary who can also satisfy me in bed. As you said, I need to protect my reputation and avoid scandals. Got it?" I harshly threatened Carl, but deep down, I knew I couldn't and wouldn't fire him. He meant a lot to me.

"Now, get out and bring me a hot cup of coffee and a cigar. I need to finish this paper and be prepared for the contract," I confidently said without even looking back at him.

"Okay, Mr. Tomas," Carl nodded politely.

Carl left the office, and I noticed a newspaper among the papers on my desk with my picture on the front page. Curiously, I opened the article to read it.

"A man named Tomas Charl, do you know him? Have you heard of this name?! Yes, for sure, even if you are not interested in investments or if you are not wealthy, you must have heard this name on TV shows or scandalous articles! He is a billionaire who enjoys his life with his endless money.

He is Tomas Charl, known for being a womanizer, ruthless, rude, and heartless. He is one of the most powerful people in the country and ranks as the second richest person in the world. But in reality, he could be number one. Of course, a man like him doesn't keep all of his money in the bank!

But who is he?! He was the sole heir of his family. Years ago, his family had many companies, but they tragically passed away in a plane crash. Until now, nobody knows the truth about that accident. Everyone thinks his parents were intentionally killed, but why would someone want to harm a businessman and his wife?! It's strange, especially since his father wasn't that wealthy. He was just a normal millionaire.

After his parents passed away, Mr. Carl, a member of the board and Tomas Charl's father's best friend, took care of Tomas. Tomas was only 18 years old at the time. Mr. Carl raised him and taught him everything he knows about business. He never left Tomas' side, guiding him every step of the way until Tomas graduated.

Once Tomas obtained his MBA, he took over his father's business and completely transformed it. He expanded the company from five to hundreds of companies in less than 10 years, creating his own empire under his family name. It's impressive, but there are still unanswered questions. How did he achieve all of this at such a young age? Could he be involved in illegal activities?

The main idea is that Tomas worked hard to surpass Mr. Carl. As they say, the student may one day surpass the teacher. And it seems like he did just that, to the point where he treats Mr. Carl like an office boy with no emotions. This man has gone beyond limits! Who can control a person who controls the world?

Why does everyone idolize him? He has been involved in hundreds of scandals with rich women and famous celebrities! Why? Simply because he is rich, handsome, and powerful!? How shallow! They chase and follow him everywhere, hoping to have a relationship with him. How bizarre!

But I am thankful that I am not one of those superficial women! Thank God I still have my integrity and a functioning brain! I dislike wealthy people, but I despise Tomas Charl more than anyone. He is selfish and heartless.

Why doesn't the government investigate Mr. Tomas Charl? Is he untouchable just because he is one of the elite in this country? Who can I ask for answers?"

This article was written by Jennifer.

After finishing the article, I felt overwhelmed with anger. I clenched my fists and shouted for Carl, who quickly came to my door.

"What is this, Carl?!" I grabbed the newspaper and threw it on the floor, glaring at him.

"Um, have you read the article!? It's..." Carl stammered, avoiding eye contact and nervously fidgeting with his fingers.

"Who is this person, and how dare she write such a horrible article?! Find out who she is, now!" I exclaimed, commanding Carl.

"Okay, Mr. Tomas. But please calm down. We can take care of it once you return," Carl suggested, knowing very well my temper. He even thought I might burn down the entire newspaper due to my anger.

"Don't tell me what to do. Find out who she is and call the owner of the newspaper. Put him on the phone with me," I commanded Carl. I seethed with anger, feeling the urge to harm someone.

A few seconds later, Carl informed me, "Mr. Tomas, the owner is on the phone." I put it on speaker.

"Mr. Tomas, I'm glad you called. It's an honor. The owner began speaking, but I cut him off with a scream. "Shut up! How dare you publish something about me?! Do you want to be ruined or bankrupted? I could have you jailed for life! Do you understand?! What do you think you're doing?!" I yelled.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Tomas. It's not my fault. The writer acted on her own without going through the editing department. I will punish her for it. Please forgive me," the owner explained and pleaded for forgiveness.

"You're talking nonsense! What punishment? Do you think that's enough? Fire this girl immediately, or I will harm your family and leave you penniless and homeless. Do you hear me, or would you like me to repeat it?! Also, publish a front-page apology," I shouted repeatedly before hanging up and throwing the phone on the floor, screaming in frustration.

"Carl, find this girl. She will work for me as a personal secretary. I have to travel for work, and I want her in a couple of days. No more delays. You have to find her!" I smirked and furrowed my eyebrows.

"But Mr. Tomas, what if she doesn't accept the offer? Judging from the article she wrote about you, it's obvious that she despises you and will refuse to work for you. And what if she isn't attractive? You want a secretary who is sexy and beautiful," Carl explained. However, there was no turning back. I had made up my mind, and everyone had to comply. That was just who I was.

"First, Carl, everyone has a price. So do your job and find her. I don't care how! Just do it! Offer her a generous salary for her to work for me, and make her sign a contract," I said, pausing briefly.

"Second, Carl, even if she isn't good-looking, I still want her next to me. I will make her life a living hell!" I gritted my teeth.

And yes, even if she were a monkey... I would have her crawling beneath me, becoming my personal slave... I would ruin her life and make her beg for mercy, but I won't give her any.

Jennifer's perspective:

That morning, I was extremely happy. For the first time, my article was published on the front page. It wasn't just about any businessman, but one of the most famous businessmen in the entire world. However, I couldn't help but wonder what would happen once my boss read it.

I had published the article without editing or revising it, and without my boss's permission. But he should be pleased since we sold out millions of copies of our daily papers within just a few hours.

Lost in my excited thoughts, I happily made my way to my office, smiling and jumping with pride. It was my first article, and I was hopeful that it would be a lucky day for me. Finally, I had proven myself as a capable journalist.

"Hey, Jennifer!" My manager called out my name. His voice sounded irritated, which scared me. I turned my head slowly towards him.

"Good morning, sir... Is something wrong? Oh, I suppose you want to congratulate me on my amazing article," I smiled faintly and covered my mouth to hide my wide grin.

The manager crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes. "Congratulate you for what? Your disastrous article? Wipe that strange smile off your face and go see the owner immediately. This is beyond my control. The board members and CEO are waiting for you, even in a closed meeting all because of you! God, help us! I'm warning you, I can't do anything to help you. You need to take responsibility for your foolish actions," the manager almost yelled, walking away briskly.

"Sir, sir?!" I called out to him repeatedly, but he completely ignored me, waving his hands in the air as he walked away.

I took two more steps and reached my desk. As I organized my papers and prepared for the next day's article, a colleague rushed towards me and leaned in close, motioning towards his eye.

I was taken aback and widened my eyes. "What on earth are you doing? You scared me! What's wrong?" I furrowed my brows and gently pushed his face away.

He opened his mouth in shock and laughed eerily. "What's wrong? Damn! You still don't know what you've done?! You're a ridiculous idiot. You need a miracle to save yourself!" my colleague muttered.

I opened my mouth, furrowing my eyebrows. "What's wrong?!" I asked innocently. Truthfully, I had no idea what had transpired since the moment I walked into the office that morning. All my colleagues were staring at me as if I carried a contagious disease. Some didn't even say good morning or talk to me, and others whispered and gossiped as if it was about me. And now, my manager had yelled at me without any explanation. To make matters worse, this strange colleague was mocking me!

I hadn't sleepwalked or done anything unusual! So what could have happened while I was away from my office for just one night?

He laughed hysterically but suddenly stopped, staring deeply into my eyes. "God, you really have no idea. Stop what you're doing and go straight to the conference room. The CEO and board members want to see you in a closed meeting right away. Don't worry about your papers or your next article. If I'm right, you'll never use this article, and your writing won't see the light of day again," he smirked rudely and walked away.

I placed my hand on my chest and let out a sigh. "Oh, now I have a terrible feeling something bad is going to happen," I thought to myself as I made my way to the CEO's office.

I knocked on the door and entered. I bowed slightly as a formal greeting. "Good morning," I said softly.

"Close the door, Jennifer," the CEO shouted.

I widened my eyes and choked, shocked by his rude words. It was the first time something like this had ever happened! I walked slowly towards a seat, but the CEO stopped me. "What do you think you're doing?!" he raised an eyebrow, looking at me anxiously.

"I was going to sit down, sir," I stuttered as I tried to explain to him. He frowned at me. "I didn't give you permission to sit. Don't you have any respect or responsibility for what you did?" he shouted, slamming the table with both hands.

Startled, I looked around and asked the CEO, "Sir, what happened?" out of curiosity. He pointed at me to come closer, so I did. He started speaking in a scary tone, "You did nothing! You were going to ruin my newspaper and bankrupt my business with your article. Do you know who Tomas Charl is? How could you write such a horrible article about him? This man will ruin your life! Don't even think about writing ever again." He shook his head in disbelief.

He then continued, "Don't even dream of working for anyone or any other newspaper or magazine in this country or any other country. Your career is over. Now, pick up your things and leave this building immediately. I can't let you destroy what I've built in 40 years. Move, get out of here now! I don't want to see your face... I have to apologize to Mr. Tomas Charl for the rest of my life. If I were you, I would go and beg him to forgive me!" The CEO shouted at me with rage. I felt like he wanted to throw something at me or have the guards kick me out of the building.

As I walked out of the office and slammed the door behind me, I thought to myself, "Doesn't matter, I'll find another job soon." I muttered. I took the bus and started calling every magazine and newspaper. One by one, they either laughed at me or hung up when they heard my name. They told me that I wouldn't be able to continue in this career because Tomas Charl had ordered everyone not to hire me. But there was one person who was willing to hire me. At first, I was happy, but then he shocked me. He offered me a job, but not as a journalist. He wanted me to be a housekeeper in his house.

I lost my temper, feeling down and depressed. I walked towards my house and noticed many black limos on the street, blocking the small road where I lived. I wondered if one of my neighbors had won the lottery or something.

I finally reached my house and heard someone shout my name, "Miss Jennifer!" I turned around and saw a man stepping out of a huge limo, with guards surrounding him. He was in his mid-50s, elegant, and wearing an expensive suit.

"Yes, sir? Do you know me?" I asked in surprise. He smiled and said, "Yes, Miss Jennifer. Please come with me, and I'll explain everything in the car. We can't talk here on the street... I'm Mr. Carl, the right-hand man of Mr. Tomas Charl." I felt choked, narrowing my eyes in disbelief.

"What? What do you want from me? I was just fired because of Tomas Charl. Are you here to kidnap me or put me in prison?" I frowned. He laughed and reassured me, "Oh god, you have a sense of humor. But actually, I was shocked by your beauty. I was hoping to find a nerd or an ugly old woman. That would be much better for the mission." He calmly explained.

Confused, I asked, "What do you mean?" He grabbed my hand and said, "Come with me, Miss Jennifer. I'm not kidnapping you. I will explain everything privately in the car." He pushed me into the car and closed the door.

"Miss Jennifer, I know you got fired because of the article. I have to congratulate you on your courage. But I assume you know who I am, and that's why you trusted me. You seem smart, so let me get straight to the point. I'm an old man who likes to be straightforward," he said.

He sighed and looked at me, saying, "I raised Tomas Charl, so I have to tell you that he's not a bad guy. But women and everyone around him only stick with him to use him for money or fame. That has turned him into a cold-hearted man. Now, I have an offer for you. You have no job, and you won't be able to find one for years. I'm sure you've made countless calls, but nothing worked out. So, Miss Jennifer, the job is to work as Mr. Tomas Charl's private secretary." I blinked in surprise and sat there dumbfounded.

"What? Do you want me to work for the man who ruined my career?" I couldn't believe he was suggesting such a thing. He smiled calmly and assured me, "Yes, if you're smart enough, you'll choose this path. But I have to warn you, it won't be easy. This man only hires beautiful women and uses them for a month before letting them go. He's a womanizer, as you said. So it will be a tough mission for you to keep your job with him. Plus, he wants to make your life a living hell and make you regret what you did." Mr. Carl explained, but I interrupted him.

"So why do you want me to work for him now, and why are you telling me the truth about him?" I crossed my arms over my chest.

He stared at me deeply. "Because I hope you could change his bad manners. I hope that you may change him to his old kind self. He is like my son. I have no children. And I feel sorry for you too. So I decided to help both of you. All you have to do is trust me and do what I'm telling you to keep your job. Now, Mr. Tomas wants a secretary who is attractive. So I have to change your appearance to make you less attractive." Mr. Carl informed me.

I frowned and rubbed my forehead, trying to process his words in my mind. I huffed, "I'm not a woman, I'm still a girl." I felt insulted by his words. I have never been touched before, so he can't send me into a dangerous situation. He could harm me physically, and besides, I already dislike the man. But on the other hand, I respect and trust Mr. Carl.

He widened his eyes. "Oh, that's great. Calm down. Do you want a drink or coffee?" Mr. Carl asked me. I guessed he was trying to calm me down and get to know me better. He didn't seem like a man who would deceive or manipulate me. He looked respectable and honest.

I shook my head. "I don't drink alcohol or anything containing caffeine, sir. But thank you," I said to Mr. Carl.

He furrowed his brows, looking shocked, then smiled proudly. "Oh, an athletic and healthy girl, I see. Then we have to sign the contract now," Mr. Carl said to me, and his cell phone rang.

He grabbed his cell phone and looked at the screen. Then he turned to me. "It's Mr. Tomas." He gestured for me not to talk, and I politely nodded my head.

He answered, "Hey, Mr. Tomas." Mr. Carl talked on the phone with Tomas Charl.

"Oh, I see, Mr. Tomas. I'm with Jennifer now. I will arrive at the house in less than an hour, and she will sign the contract." Carl said to Mr. Tomas and then hung up the call.

I stared at Mr. Carl, confused. "Why did you say that? I didn't even sign or agree to sign yet. I didn't accept the job!" I asked annoyingly. Yes, I felt like a toy. I was fired because of a call from Mr. Tomas, and now I was forced to work for the man I hate the most in the world. Who the hell is that man?

He replied, "Miss Jennifer, Mr. Tomas can destroy you. You have to be next to your enemy to know his weaknesses and find a way to protect yourself later. Take this as advice from an experienced man. And trust me, I will be next to you and protect you. But you have to know why I informed Mr. Tomas that we are coming soon. Because he was traveling to another country to sign a merging contract. But because of his bad mood, he didn't do it. And he turned back to the house, and he will be there in less than an hour. So we have no time. If I didn't say that, he would come back after you, and you would be homeless and penniless. Now sign this contract. I have put some conditions for you and negotiated a good salary. All you have to do is use your brain to keep your job." Mr. Carl winked, and I blinked.

I gazed at the contract, and then I grabbed the pen. I hesitated but eventually signed it. Yes, somehow, there was no other choice. I couldn't stay unemployed with no money and nowhere to live, so I had to accept the job offer.

"But you have to be careful, do not fall in love with Mr. Tomas." Mr. Carl warned me.

I laughed and scoffed. "What? Fall in love with this man? It will never happen," I said confidently.

"Don't be so sure. It's true that I said every woman knows him at first to use him, but I didn't mention that... Girls, all of them, when they get close to him, they fall for him. So be careful. Or you will lose. I can't guarantee the consequences of that," Mr. Carl informed me.

I cleared my throat. Mr. Carl said "Trust me. Now; Let's start our first mission of transforming you into looking less attractive."

What? Was he really serious about that!?

Jennifer's point of view:

I was in the car, talking to Mr. Carl about our next step in the plan.

"I'll be honest, Jennifer, you need to listen to me... I will do my best to help you," Mr. Carl gently patted my hand.

Surprised, I looked at him with my mouth open. "Helping me? But why? You don't even know me! We've never met before. Why all of a sudden?" I asked Mr. Carl.

He leaned his head and said clearly, "I need to be clear, Jennifer. This isn't just for you, it's for my child!"

Confused, I blinked and asked him like an idiot, "What? Your child? I don't understand, Mr. Carl. Please explain it to me."

Mr. Carl shook his head at me and said, "Honestly, Jennifer, I raised Mr. Tomas. He's like a son to me. I want the best for him. He's not that bad of a person, he just needs to learn a lesson and see the world differently, like he used to. He needs to change his perspective. So I will show him the way, but I can't guarantee anything for you."

Mr. Carl explained to me slowly, probably because he thought I was stupid and needed to hear the words coming out of his mouth slowly. But I'm not that stupid or that much of an idiot! I have a lot of experience in this life, unlike that evil man, Mr. Tomas Charl.

He cupped my cheeks, which took me by surprise. But his smile was fatherly, so I felt comfortable with his touch. "Listen to me, Jennifer. You've already lost your job and won't be able to find another one soon. So you need to listen to me carefully. Signing this contract will help you find a new job with a good salary as compensation for what Mr. Tomas Charl did to you. However, I believe that you were the one who humiliated a man without evidence. But I still feel sympathy for you. So, I will make sure to give you a good replacement," he informed me, and I was hypnotized by his soft words and the way he smiled at me. For the first time in my life, I felt protected and not alone in this awful world.

But still, I was worried about stepping foot into Tomas Charl's world on my own. Being with Mr. Carl wouldn't be any worse than what I had faced alone in this life.

"In other words, I need to transform you!" Mr. Carl said suddenly.

Shocked, I blinked and asked, "Change me?!"

"I mean, I want to change your appearance! Your style, Miss Jennifer! Completely transform you," Carl emphasized.

"Why?" I smirked.

"Because you're so pretty!" He winked.

"Thank you for the compliment, but I still don't understand anything, Mr. Carl!" I folded my arms and frowned.

"Tomas is a womanizer! He'll have fun with you and then fire you when he loses interest, so we can't allow that!" Mr. Carl furrowed his eyebrows.

I rubbed my forehead and said confidently, "Exactly! I won't let him touch me or seduce me."

"That's exactly what the other women said in the beginning, before they met him!" Mr. Carl scoffed.

"What? Unlike the others, they were after his money, Mr. Carl..." I gasped.

He shook his head and explained, "No, Miss Jennifer. In the beginning, all those women did their best to be with him and use him. But as they spent more time with him, they all fell for him. I'm trying to make you understand that he's not such a terrible person. He's attractive, elegant, and rich, and despite his arrogance, he still attracts women..." He nodded, assuring me.

"What?! Why, Mr. Carl?!" I widened my eyes in disbelief.

"It's not a matter of 'why' or 'how.' You need to know one thing about him. He kicks them out of his life, even when they truly love him, because he can't forgive. He asks himself, 'How can I be with someone who initially approached me just to use me, get my money, and become famous?' Tomas Charl is not stupid, and he never forgives. He's never heard of something called a second chance," Carl highlighted some important points about Mr. Tomas Charl.

Of course, Mr. Tomas Charl was considered my enemy, so in order to work for him, I needed to gather all the information about him. But somehow, I found myself attracted to Mr. Carl's perspective on people.

Mr. Carl started speaking again, bringing me back from my daze and making me pay attention to his words. "Do you understand, Jennifer?" he stared at me with concern.

I nodded my head and commented, "In other words, this man is cold-hearted. He can't forget or forgive, but he is also smart. So, I will fight by working for him!" I furrowed my brows.

He chuckled softly, commenting, "You are exactly like him, Miss Jennifer!"

I gasped, "What?! Me! How? No way, Mr. Carl, I'm definitely different!" I protested.

"If you're so sure, and if you think you can handle the devil, then start the job..." Carl smirked with competitive eyes.

"Yes, sure Mr. Carl, I accept. But you said I need to change my look," I said confidently.

"In fact, you are lovely. We need to transform you into a nerdy, unattractive girl. You will be his private secretary and you will have to spend a lot of time with him. But if you need anything, just call me. I'm doing this for you. If he sees you with your pretty face and sexy body, No one will be able to protect you from him! So this is for your own benefit, to keep your job for as long as possible," Mr. Carl patted my shoulder.

"Now I understand, Mr. Carl. I'm ready...so when do we start?" I asked Mr. Carl, batting my eyelashes.

"Today, Miss Jennifer. We don't have much time. He is away for a few days," he sighed sadly.

He explained the plan, "Similarly, we are going to get some oversized clothes. We need to make you look a little bit fat."

He asked, "And your hair, Miss Jennifer?"

I placed my hand on my long hair and gasped, annoyed, "Not my hair! You can't say anything about my hair, Mr. Carl?!" I rolled my eyes at him.

"Your hair is perfect and long! We will put a short, ugly, dark-colored wig and massive glasses on you, Miss Jennifer!" he shrugged his shoulders.

"Why? Why glasses, Mr. Carl?" I stammered.

"It will be much better. Don't let him see your big eyes and thick lashes. If you last for a month, then you will have the chance to keep working for him for a long time. Trust me, Miss Jennifer, please," Carl informed me.

"Okay, Mr. Carl. You're the leader of this mission and I'm the follower. I will do whatever you say! I am a follower. Deal," I said in a surrendering tone. I had no other option after all. All I had to do was to obey him and do what he believed was best for me.

He chuckled and asked the driver to go to the fancy salon.

But it would be the beauty salon that would change me from beauty and hot to ugly and nerdy! I muttered in my mind.

After a few minutes, we finally arrived...

"Here we are, Miss Jennifer. Please walk with me," Mr. Carl said to me.

He walked towards the door of the beauty salon. It was so big, probably for the famous people, I guess.

Once we stepped inside that amazing beauty salon, a man was smiling and greeted Mr. Carl, "How are you, Mr. Carl!"

"Hello. Is everything I requested ready?" Mr. Carl asked the man.

"Yes, for sure, Mr. Carl. Everything, including the huge eyeglasses and the clothes," he said to me.

While I was looking around, I noticed a large number of employees working here, but no customers! I muttered, "Mr. Carl, where is everybody?!"

He chuckled...

"Miss Jennifer, I reserved the entire place just for you. It will be our big secret," Mr. Carl told me.

"Well, I guess I don't have much of a choice. I can't live on the streets and eat from trash cans, Mr. Carl," I murmured.

"Now please go with them, they will help transform you into the new Miss Jennifer," Mr. Carl said to me, laughing.

"Come with me, Miss," one of the employees said.

"Okay, I'm coming. You're not coming with us, Mr. Carl?!" I asked.

"No, Miss Jennifer. I will wait here for you. Take your time," Mr. Carl told me.