The room buzzed with quiet efficiency as the day began at Fabroa Enterprises. Employees hurried in and out, files in hand, ready for the day's challenges. But amidst the chaos, one constant remained—Niklaus Lucio Fabroa, the man everyone respected yet feared. The youngest son of the Fabroa dynasty, his presence was commanding, his authority unquestionable. At just thirty-three, Niklaus had everything—a multi-billion dollar empire at his fingertips, the looks of a Greek god, and an air of quiet dominance that turned heads wherever he went.
Dressed in a tailored navy-blue suit, Niklaus sat in his private office, staring out at the skyline of New York. His face, though carved with the sharp lines of authority, carried a quiet contemplation, almost like a man whose mind wandered far beyond the material world he controlled.
His assistant, Mia, a petite woman with sharp eyes, knocked softly before entering. She had worked for Niklaus for five years, longer than anyone in her position had lasted. It wasn't that Niklaus was difficult—well, not always—but his expectations were sky-high. "Sir, your meeting with the board starts in fifteen minutes," she informed him, placing the necessary files on his desk.
"Thank you, Mia," Niklaus replied in his deep, baritone voice. He didn't look up from the window.
Mia glanced at him, her curiosity piqued. Niklaus was a mystery, even to those closest to him. Everyone knew of his reputation—strict in the boardroom, gentlemanly in public, but with a playboy streak that tabloid headlines loved to follow. Yet, there was another side of him, one that few had ever seen. Quiet, almost introverted at times, he could be lost in his thoughts, despite the whirlwind of life that surrounded him.
As soon as Mia left, his phone buzzed—a message from one of his closest friends, Lukas, flashing across the screen:
"Bro, weekend trip is still on, right? I know you've been drowning in work, but you can't miss this one."
Niklaus smirked to himself. His friends were the only ones who saw past the stoic businessman exterior. With them, he could be himself—sarcastic, mischievous, and every bit the man who lived for adrenaline and spontaneity. But he knew he had a lot more on his plate this week, and escaping to the weekend getaway wasn't a priority right now.
"We'll see," he typed back quickly before tossing his phone aside.
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Hearts in Conflict
Lãng mạnIn a world where secrets linger beneath the surface, Niklaus Lucio Fabroa, heir to a vast empire, embarks on an unexpected weekend trip to the Philippines, unaware that his path will intertwine with Kate Olivia Mendoza, a spirited and beautiful girl...
