The Cold CEO's Woman

At Benson Group, Mr. Taiye Jackson leads the conference in the hall, overseeing a meeting with the various board members who report to him. Among his other ventures, all of which are registered under his name. He quietly leaned in and whispered to his assistant, "It's time to introduce the new head to them." They gather in the meeting hall, anticipation filling the air. The workers eagerly await the arrival of the newly appointed CEO, a name that has been circulating but still needs to be familiar to them. The company's history is intertwined with the Jackson family, with Mr. Taiye Jackson serving as the previous CEO and his late father, Mr. Benjamin Jackson, the visionary behind establishing the Benson Group of Companies, which implies the Benjamin and Sons Group of Companies. They eagerly await the unveiling of Mr. Taiye's sole heir, Liam Jackson's fresh approach to company ownership. There are whispers about his distant and unsatisfying demeanor, and the employees know that whe

Anita returned home with her parents, who had rushed to her school to witness her graduation ceremony. Her mother beamed joyfully, while her father maintained his usual stoic expression as he drove them home. He admired Anita for not letting her beauty affect her success in life, but he was puzzled as to why she stood out as the most beautiful among his daughters. Despite his wife not giving him a son, he seemed unfazed by it, as their tradition allowed a woman to inherit her father's property even if she was already married to someone else. However, he still pondered whether he was Anita's biological father. He breathed a sigh of relief as he headed home since the university was conveniently located closer to their city residence. Upon returning home, he pulled into their modest compound and parked. Their residence was a humble bungalow featuring 4 bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen, and 5 bathrooms. Mr. Joshua Baker owned the house, having acquired it directly from the previous

Mrs. Tonia did not say anything as Flora left the room. Instead, she sighed and walked over to sit by Anita on the bed, while Favour and Esther also left. "Do not be harsh with your sister. Fighting with her was unnecessary," Mrs. Tonia said to Anita as she sat beside her on the bed. "I know, Mom, but they keep disrespecting me too much and are getting out of hand," Anita said. "It is okay. I understand, but do not change yourself because of them. Keep being my sweet and calm daughter," Mrs. Tonia urged. "Okay, Mom," Anita sighed as she looked at their mother. Glory moved up to sit on the bed with her. "I need to depart immediately and join your father," Mrs. Tonia said. "Glory, go ahead and pack your bags and come join Anita here." "Okay, Mom," Glory replied, standing up from the bed and walking out of the room, going to the room she shares with Lisa. Flora was already in the room, arranging her bag of clothes into the wardrobe, but she didn't say anything to Glory, who stepped

Liam stepped into his office, took his seat on his executive office chair, and swirled it sideways while glancing around. He smiled and rolled up his sleeves to begin his new day at work, leaning forward to his desk and turning on his computer to check the company's records while waiting for it to finish booting. Liam tick-tocked the time while he waited for the computer to finish booting, and just then his secretary knocked, and he said, "Come in." Margret entered his office, holding a file, and smiled slightly at him. She looked down briefly before coming to a halt in front of his desk. "Yes.. What's your name again?" Liam inquired as he looked up at her. "Margret Jonathan," she murmured, still smiling. "Okay, Miss Margret. What do you want, and how can I help you?" Liam inquired, and she moved forward. "Sir, Mr. John Patrick brought this file this morning and told me to hand it over to you," Margret remarked, staring at him. "Okay, come drop it here," Liam indicated to the side o

Temisa is at her father's mansion because their home is a typical duplex on a government-owned estate, which her father purchased as a new home. "Father, have you submitted my CV and letter of application to the new boss?" Temisa questioned as her father entered the living room. She sat on the large couch, filing and brushing her long nails. Mr. John simply stared at his daughter. Instead of standing up and greeting him, Temisa sat comfortably on the large couch, polishing her long nails and asking him questions as if he were an errand boy. "Temisa, you're quite unbelievable; not even a welcome greeting from you to your father?" Mr. John inquired as he placed his briefcase on the living room center table and gradually untied his necktie. "I'm sorry, dad. Good evening, Father. "Welcome home," Temisa remarked, dropping her leg off the couch where she had previously rested it. She relaxed while polishing her long nails. "Where's your mother?" Mr. John inquired. Temisa said, "She went