The white golf ball flew far away then fell to the ground and rolled fast into a small hole.

"Have you got her?"  asked a man who had scored.

He appeared to be cleaning the tip of a golf club with a handkerchief.

"Hawysia Zwetta. I'll make sure to you this time, she won't be crazy about you, Master," replied a middle-aged man standing behind the man.

And that man was Ammon Nicholas Sergio;  a man who had extraordinary good looks.

The thick eyebrows matched his reddish white skin tone.  Blue eyeballs also added to the handsomeness of man who was admired by many women and also many men.  His strong jaw, forming a curved chin like a sculpture that had a high value. Then a thin and long lips made all eyes more fascinated with just one look.

His body was athletic, there was no need to doubt the truth.  And his height, which was above the average for most men's bodies, made women even more tempted, especially with his broad chest, almost all women want to lean on that chest.

Ammon enjoyed playing golf as well as racing cars.  With his wealth that would not run out for seven generations, because he got the entire inheritance from his grandfather who was a businessman of a well-known software group and entrepreneur of rare cars in the world, then naturally, all his time he spent just for fun and ordered anyone to  run his company under the rules he made arbitrarily.

But alas, despite having a lot of perfection, Ammon was a very cold and vindictive man.

He did hate all women without exception. Grandma who had left his Grandpa when the old man was in trouble and his mother was a woman who loved many men touching her.

It was not enough to get hatred, when he began to trust a woman, his heart was broken again.  He saw his first love working together with his mother, to win the hearts of some rich men who were admired by many women, and witnessed for himself how easily she fell to her knees in front of a rich man of all good looks.  Then, before his eyes, they showed crazy activities with their entire bodies naked without a single cloth covering their skins.

That day, if his father had not been able to find the whereabouts of Ammon which was hidden by his mother, maybe Ammon would have ended his life instead of having to satisfy the lust of women who were thirsty for a man's touch.

For Ammon, just looking at a woman's face already made him very disgusted, especially when his skin touched theirs.

The man's emotions would definitely come, dominating his mind. He would also become a crazy man who could hurt women at any time.

"This's your last chance. If she ever appears before me, then just quit your job immediately. I don't need such a useless,"

"Yes, Master,"

********

"I'm now pregnant," said a beautiful woman, her hair was waist-length straight, but the skin on her face was very pale and her eyes were very droopy.

"Nolan?!"  another woman asked, quite surprised.

She was Hawysia Zwetta;  a biological child of the stepmother who was married by the father of the pregnant woman.

"Who else do you think?"  replied the pregnant woman curtly, "Me and Nolan will get married soon. I hope you don't play behind me because I know you and he have a relationship all this time. Be aware! Your mother has dared to enter my family, so you too shouldn't come into my household with Nolan later."

"Then give me that diamond necklace!"  asked Hawysia, enduring the pain that pierced her heart.

"The necklace was given to me," the woman in front of Hawysia refused,

"I remember, I also helped raise money to buy that necklace. It is the only precious memory I have with Nolan during our 9 years together,"

"Your 9 years mean nothing to Nolan. Your 9 years together's not worth the 4 months we are together," the pregnant woman interrupted quickly, pulling the necklace from her own neck.

"There's my father's death insurance money in that necklace. It's also my dream necklace even though Nolan spent more money on it, so give it back!"

"This diamond is a special, Nolan spent millions of dollars on this expensive necklace, so how can he give you the money for free? I'm the one who deserves this necklace… now."  answered the pregnant woman in front of Hawysia.

Then she was surprised when a man seemed to have entered the room where the two women had been standing and talking

"Nolan!"  called the pale-faced woman.

She limped towards the man standing in front of the door, and Hawysia immediately turned around to see the man's arrival.

"Nolan!"  called Hawysia with tears in her eyes, enduring the pain because the man she had loved so much all her life seemed to be hugging another woman.

"Nolan, she tugged at this necklace until it broke. Nolan, how could she kick my leg when I'm sick?"  accused the woman in Nolan's arms.

"Nonsense!"  Hawysia sneered, "I came just to ask for my right back so give it to me!"  asked Hawysia to the man who looked at her with a sharp gaze, "You even sold all of our company's assets without giving me any of the proceeds, so… give me back my necklace!"  snapped Hawysia who could no longer hold back her anger, even more so, when she heard the daughter's false accusation from her stepfather.

"2,000,000$,"

"What?"

"2,000,000$ of this necklace' price,"

"Are you crazy, Nolan?" shouted Hawysia in an angry tone.

"Then sleep with me instead, Wysa!"  replied the man in front of Hawysia, smiling disdainfully.

"Nolan!"  said the pregnant woman in Nolan's arms softly.

"Don't you also agree that I'm still in touch with Wysa, Anna? Could it be that you want to break your promise?"  Nolan asked the woman he was hugging, gently.

"No, Nolan. Wysa and I are sisters. You can have us both whenever you want," replied the woman who hugged the man while smiling gently for him.

"I will never break my promise," said Hawysia,

"Ridiculous promise!"  Nolan pouted.

"If you want to marry me, then I'll think about it again!"  said Hawysia in a very sad tone.

"Tsk, Hahahaha, stop dreaming, Wysa!"  Nolan laughed, booming, "You are the exception. I will not marry a woman who has no wealth or inheritance. Never! It's for the sake of my pride and my ambition. You can be with me and own me, but not with my marital status. I… Nolan,  only deserves to be married to a rich woman like Anna."

"If I had known this, I would have given up on living with you long ago, Nolan,"

******

"Slut!"

Hawysia was stunned when she heard the insulting words she heard from behind the white cloth that separated her from her future master, where she would work later.

Srukk!

The woman who sat with her legs folded back, seemed to be lowering her head.  She heard the sound of water falling into a glass and smelled the aroma of the tea up to her nose.

"I- I'm sorry, Master!"  replied the nervous Hawysia.

She who came to fulfill a job interview, was surprised because after sitting on a red carpet, the woman was suddenly humiliated.

"Are you sure you can do it all?"  asked a voice's man from behind the white cloth and Hawysia didn't even dare to look at him.

"I'm sure… very sure. Please, believe in me!"  Hawysia replied.

"Do you already know the rules of working with me?"

"I am ready to die if I dare to betray you, if I dare to touch you, if I dare to look at you, and if I dare to approach you, Master. I only need that payment; Black Card,"

"Open!"

Srkkkkk!

Hawysia lowered her head as the barrier cloth was removed by one of the male confidants.

The man was Ammon, he looked at Hawysia for a moment.

Srukkk!

Then splashed the head of the woman who was looking down with tea water from the glass he was holding.

It made Hawysia shocked, but she would never give up.

"Can you hold it?"  asked Ammon who had stood up,

"For the sake of the Black Card, I will restrain your hatred of women, Master. No... I mean, your hatred of me,"

"Great!"

Sruukkk!

Hawysia endured the feeling again, the warmth on her scalp that was being doused with tea water from inside the teapot.

For the sake of that precious necklace, in order to show them that she would not forever be a poor woman, she would endure the hatred of the man in front of her.

There was no such thing as eternal self-respect before she let go of her self-respect.

"Master, tell me, what other tasks do I have to complete in order for you to be satisfied with the way I work?"  asked Hawysia who slowly started to move backwards, away.

"Hm," Then Amon flashed a satisfied smile, "Give her the Black Card!"  And gave an order to his trusted confidant that made Hawysia burst into tears,

A sadness tears mixed with happiness.

"Thank you, Master!"