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I'm The Villainess, So I'm Taming The Big Boss

Doyinnn
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Life as the so cold "villainess" of the corporate world isn't easy, but I'm not apologizing for my ambition. They call me heartless, cunning or even evil, but I'm just a woman who knows what she wants. And what do I want now? The untouchable CEO and workplace tyrant, Damian Blackwood. Everyone feared his, but I have got my sights set on taming this big boss. Not for revenge, not for power, okay, maybe for a little power, but because I can. "Do you know what's dangerous about you? It's not your power, not your control. It's how irresistible you her when you try to act like you aren't wrapped around my little finger." Cassandra said with a teasing smirk while tracing a finger down his chest. Damien grabbed her wrist gently but firmly, pulling her close, he wrapped his arms around her tiny waist . "Wrapped around your finger? Keep telling yourself that. The only reason I let you get away with this is because watching you try to dominate me is....... adorable." Let's see if the "big boss" is ready to be wrapped around my little finger.
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1: The Ice Queen Enters the Arena

Power was not given—it was taken.

That was the first lesson I learned the day I entered the world of corporate sharks and ruthless deals. The second lesson? You don't need to play fair; you need to play smart.

I strode into the boardroom of Blackwood Enterprises, my Louboutin heels clicking against the Italian marble floors, each step a statement and declaration of power. Heads turned as I entered, their gazes ranking over me like predators sizing up prey. Except I wasn't the prey—I was the hunter.

The whispers started immediately.

"She's the one who pulled the Johnson deal out of nowhere."

"She's bold but Damien won't let that slide."

"Doesn't she know how he operates?"

I ignored them. Opinions were cheap, and in this room, they held no currency. I was here to cement my place, not win a popularity contest.

At the far end of the room, Damien Blackwood sat like a king on his throne. He didn't need to demand attention; his presence commanded it. The sleek lines of his tailored suit emphasized his broad shoulders and the cold precision in his steel-grey eyes reminded everyone of one thing: this man doesn't tolerate nonsense.

"Miss Sterling, he said, his voice slicing through the murmurs. "You're late."

I glanced at the clock. "Two minutes, Mr. Blackwood. I was under the impression punctuality meant arriving prepared, not early."

His lips twitched, almost forming a smirk. Almost. "Let's see if your preparation matches your confidence."

I smiled, cool and composed, and walked to the chair directly opposite him. I could feel the weight of his gaze as I said, the tension crackling like static electricity.

"We are here to discuss the Johnson acquisition," Damian began, his tone clipped. "Specifically, the risks incurred due to your.... unconventional methods, Miss Cassandra.

Ah, there it was, the critique cloaked as a discussion.

"With all due respect," I said, meeting his gaze directly, "my methods secured the deal. The Johnsons weren't willing to compromise, and a bold approach was necessary to seal the agreement."

"Bold?" Damien leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers. "Risky would be more accurate."

The atmosphere in the room grew heavier, executives shifting uncomfortably in their seats.

"And yet," I countered, keeping my voice calm, "the results speak for themselves. The partnership is signed, the terms are advantageous, and the Johnsons are fully onboard. If that's risky, then I'll gladly continue to take those risks."

A ripple of surprise swept through the room. No one talked back to Damien Blackwood like that.

He studied me for a long moment, the silence stretching. His gaze was sharp like he was peeling back layers to see what I was made of.

Finally, he spoke. "Confidence is a double-edged sword, Miss Sterling. Wield it carelessly, and it will cut you down."

"Only if you don't know how to handle the blade," I replied, a hint of a smile playing on my lips.

For a fraction of a second, something flickered in his eyes. Amusement? Curiosity? Whatever it was, it vanished just as quickly, replaced by his usual icy composure.

"This meeting is adjourned," Damian said abruptly, standing. His commanding presence even made the simple act of leaving his chair look like a power move. "Miss Sterling, a word."

The executives filed out, some throwing mt curious glances, others outright hostile. I didn't care. The only opinion that mattered now was Damien.

I followed him to his office, an opulent space that screamed wealth and power. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the glittering city skyline, while sleek black furniture and minimalist decor spoke precision and control.

He didn't sit. Instead, he stood by the window, his back to me, his reflection watching me through the glass."

"You are bold," he said, his tone unreadable.

"I have been told countless times," I replied, standing in the center of the room, my posture straight and unyielding.

His eyes met mine through the reflection. "Boldness is a strength, but if unchecked, it becomes recklessness."

I tilted my head slightly. "And caution unchecked becomes stagnation. You don't strike me as someone who values playing it safe, Mr Blackwood."

He turned to me fully, his expression unreadable. "You assume you know me."

"I know enough."

"Do you?" His voice dropped, low and dangerous. He took a step closer, the air between us thickening. "Let me be clear, Miss Sterling. I don't tolerate mistakes. I don't tolerate weakness. And I certainly don't tolerate insubordination."

I smirked, refusing to back down. "Good. Because I don't make mistakes, I despise weakness, and I have never been one for blind disobedience."

The tension was electric, the space between us charged with an unspoken challenge.

"You are playing a dangerous game," he said, his gaze locked onto mine.

"Life's more interesting than way," I replied with a smile.

For a moment, neither of us moved. The room felt like it was holding its breath. Then, he stepped back, his expression shifting into something impeccably softer.

"This isn't over," Damien said.

"Of course not," I said with a small, confident smile. "It's just the beginning."

As I walked out of his office, my heart pounded in my chest, adrenaline coursing through my veins. Damien Blackwood was as dangerous as they said, but I wasn't afraid. If anything, I was exhilarated.

Let him think he had the upper hand.

This was my game now.