'You never turn away from a challenge, do you, Sir?' My hand, out of its own accord inched and my eyes just stared her. The tips of my fingers made a light contact with her cheek and my hand stroked the soft, sweet skin there as my eyes searched the depths of her soul. 'Never.' I whispered in a low voice. My eyes didn't leave hers. . Far away from prying eyes of London as the stony head employer Mr Ambrose and his secretary Lilly Linton set on a ship, what happens when Lilly challenges him to get deliriously drunk? Will the alcohol melt the stone cold facade of the ice berg that is Rikkard Ambrose or there would be much more to him than what meets the eye?

Silent. Cold. Chiselled perfection. Arrogant. Proud. Undeniably handsome. Possessive. This is Rikkard Ambrose. The most powerful business mogul in the whole of Britain. Feisty. Always standing up for her belief. Free spirited. This is Lilly, aka Victor Linton. Mr Ambrose's personal secretary and 'ifrit extraordinaire'. Both of them are so different from each other in almost every aspect. But without each other, they are so incomplete. When the fire burns, ice melts. And then...? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is my first fanfic on my favorite series of Storm and Silence. I hope you'll like it!

Winning first place in Sir Rob's Storm and Silence fanfiction contest, here is my entry for all of you to enjoy. ~ 0 ~ Five possibilities in one. Which would you choose? ~ A queen and her servant? ~ A general and his captive? ~ A bride and groom? ~ A husband and wife with child? ~ Or just plain, a secretary and his boss? ~ 0 ~ 'Adequate,' Mr Ambrose expressed and...smiled. Smiled! The son of a bachelor actually smiled! Right then and there, I believed it to be the devil's magic. He nodded at Father Karim, signaling him to go on. The priest did and after a moment, I heard Mr Ambrose vomit out his words: 'I do.' ~ 0 ~ No erotica here. Just plain fun and twisted humor. Enjoy! Characters are not mine. All credit goes to @RobThier.

Lillian Linton almost thought that her life so far couldn't be any better. Almost. And there was a single person behind her reasoning. Mr. Rikkard Ambrose, a powerful business mogul who happens to be Lillian's boss during the day and semi-lover at night. But in spite of his sexist demeanor and overbearing tendencies, Lillian has come to question if Mr. Ambrose is not the reason that her life isn't perfect, but the reason why she can call her life a 'life' at all. But her life is about to get a little more interesting, Mr. Ambrose or not, as an old family friend of her father's arrives at Lady Samantha's for the ball. And their relationship is about to get more complicated.

Mr. Ambrose drags Lilly to Portugal in order to do business. Little does she know, she's being led into war zone, where rutless populars just want to overthrow the governement. *** 'Listen carefully Mr. Linton. We are about to step foot in an unsteady land. These people are said to be sympathetic and welcoming, but at this moment they are revolted and they don't care if you are a tourist that came sightseeing or their best friend. Stay away of the riots. And don't ever, ever, even think about leaving my side, understood?' *** This book was my entry for Storm and SIlence Fanfiction contest. *** Completed ☑️