Their Villain, The Mogul's Beloved

Zinnia had just stepped out of her room when the doorbell rang. Assuming it was the food delivery, she went to answer. But as soon as she opened the door, a thunderous roar exploded in her ears.

James bellowed, “You damn brat! Been back this long and not once come home? Do I have to come fetch you myself?”

Zinnia blinked up at James.

James was in his early sixties. His piercing eyes shone with vitality, and his weathered, wrinkled face bore the marks of time. His hair was already streaked with gray.

His posture was ramrod straight, clad in a sharp black suit that amplified his commanding presence. With hawk–like intensity, his piercing gaze swept the empty living room, his brows drawn together in a deep frown.

Zinnia noticed James bore a faint resemblance to Yannis.

“Mr. Perkins, look down,” Victor whispered.

James frowned in confusion. At 6‘ tall, he towered over Zinnia, who was only 5’3“. Not expecting anyone else to be in Yannis’s apartment, he didn’t even bother to look down. So he completely missed Zinnia standing right in front of him.

“Sir, are you looking for Yannis?” Zinnia asked.

Hearing the soft, sweet voice, it was as if someone had flipped a switch in James; his fierce expression froze mid–snarl. Only when he looked down did he notice Zinnia.

Zinnia wore a soft pink dress, her silky hair cascading over her shoulders and neck. Her features were delicate and pure,

with eyes that sparkled like polished gemstones.

She was stunningly pretty, her makeup–free face utterly captivating, and so endearing that one just wanted to protect her.

James felt his tough exterior just melt away. Only then did he realize that the living room looked nothing like Yannis’s place. He thought he might have come to the wrong apartment.

As for the “Yannis” Zinnia mentioned, James didn’t even register it, being too caught up in the moment.

young lady. Wrong place.” He then closed the door with exaggerated lightness, afraid

Zinnia

told you to take me to that damn brat’s place. Why’d you bring me to some young lady’s apartment instead? Hope we didn’t

bit dazzled by Zinnia he’d just seen, adjusted his reading glasses and muttered to himself, “This is Yannis’s place. Or are my eyes playing tricks on

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he could say anything else to Victor, the door swung open

at work and hasn’t come back yet. Why don’t you come

expression softened. The deep frown between his brows relaxed as he consciously modulated his voice to sound gentle. He said, “So this is Yannis’s place after all. We two old fellows thought we’d

water.” She opened the door wider to let them in, then went over to the kitchen to pour them each a

to Victor and whispered, “What’s a young girl doing in that damn brat’s place? He should’ve given me a heads–up. Hope I didn’t scare her. Victor, you don’t think she’s my future daughter–in–law, do

barely legal. The older he gets,

His stern eyes softened with a touch of affection. He thought, ‘What a lovely little thing. She is far too good

how am I supposed to face her parents? Sure, things might be more liberal overseas, but that

“Yannis isn’t the type to act irresponsibly. There might be some

Grace passed away, James had a volatile temper that no one could rein in. Whenever Yannis

faced with Zinnia, James was putting on an artificially sweet

probably never heard him talk like this. If they

you and I both know what Yannis is like. He’d never let just anyone into his place

no more of that gloomy black–and–white nonsense. It’s obvious this was all changed for

with a cold snort, his sharp, shrewd eyes swept over the dramatically transformed apartment. He was convinced he

he had a say, every place he lived in was either funeral–black or hospital–white, which always felt stifling. Now, looking around