But the ladies stood their ground, their faces set in determination. "Not anymore," one of them said, her voice firm. "You're not a good person, Hazel. You're selfish and cruel. You're a manipulator!"

  Hazel's face twisted in rage as she glared at Meesha. "You'll pay for this," she hissed, her eyes filled with hatred. "I'll make you pay." With that, she turned and stalked away, leaving the ladies to turn to Meesha with warm smiles.

  "Can we be your friends during the competition?" one of them asked, her eyes shining with hope. Meesha's face softened, her smile warm and genuine. "Of course," she said, her voice kind.

  "We'll be housemates," one of the ladies shrieked, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Don't worry, I'll help you with all your daily chores while we live together."

  "Yes, me too! I'll do your dishes," one of them said.

  "I'll do your laundry and iron the clothes when it's your turn," another offered.

  Meesha was taken aback by their generosity. "No, it's not necessary, thank you," she said, her voice filled with gratitude. With that, she bid the ladies farewell, and walked out.

  As Meesha stepped out of the venue, Davis appeared with a smile. "Mr. Qren asked me to drive you back," he said, opening the car door for her.

  Meesha slid into the car, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. The audition had been a whirlwind of emotions, but she was thrilled to have made it through.

  As they arrived at her home, Meesha thanked Davis and waved goodbye as she stepped out of the car. She rushed into the house, excitement building in her chest.

  As she burst in, she saw Xanqer standing in the living room, as if expecting her arrival. He smiled as she opened his arms, inviting her for a hug. Meesha rushed towards him, her voice squeaking with excitement. "Xanqer, I got nominated!" she shrieked, launching herself into his arms.

  Xanqer wrapped his arms around Meesha, his eyes fixed on her face.

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  "Congratulations, Meesha," he said, his voice soothing.

  Meesha's heart swelled with happiness as she looked up at Xanqer.

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  Xanqer stepped into the room, a sleek document in hand. Meesha's eyes narrowed slightly as she took in the sight. "What's this?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity, as she accepted the sheet from him.

  Xanqer took her hand, guiding her hand to the table. He gently pressed her finger onto a small ink pad, the blue ink staining her thumbprint. With precision, he pressed her thumb onto the document.

  "It's a document transferring 90% of my assets into your name," Xanqer explained, his deep voice low and even.

  Meesha's eyes widened as she read the contents. Her gaze snapped up to his, shock and awe written across her face. "Really? 90%?" she asked, her mind reeling with the implications. She was certain that even 1% of Xanqer's assets would be worth billions. The thought of him entrusting her with 90% of his wealth left her breathless.

  Xanqer stepped closer, his eyes locked onto Meesha's. "I trust you with my life, Meesha," he said, his deep voice filled with emotion. "And now, I'm entrusting you with my wealth. You're the only one I want to share everything with."

  Meesha's heart swelled at his words. She felt touched by the depth of his trust in her. A soft smile spread across her face as she looked up at Xanqer.

  Her gaze drifted back to the document, her eyes scanning the pages once more. A mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes as she decided to tease him.

  "Xanqer, aren't you afraid that one day, we might fight and split up, then I'll run away with all your money?"

  Xanqer's voice was soft and gentle as he spoke, "You can run away with my money, but don't forget to take my heart along."

  Meesha's expression shifted from playful teasing to emotional vulnerability.

  Xanqer's hands settled on the curve of her shoulders, his fingers wrapping gently around her. He leaned in, his face inches from hers, his warm breath caressing her skin. Meesha's eyes locked onto his, her heart racing with anticipation.

  "Meesha, let's never split up," Xanqer whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "No matter the circumstances." Meesha nodded, her throat constricting with feeling.

  Xanqer held out his little finger, a small smile playing on his lips. "Promise?" he asked, his eyes burning with intensity. Meesha's finger intertwined with his, sealing their pinky promise. A soft smile spread across her face as she whispered, "Promise."

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  [THE NEXT DAY]

  Meesha walked into the office building, her heels clicking on the marble floor. She had told Xanqer she was coming, and she couldn't wait to see him. She made her way to the elevator, her eyes fixed on the numbers as the doors slid open. Stepping inside, she pressed the button for Xanqer's floor and leaned against the wall, her hands clasped together in front of her.

  As the doors opened, Meesha stepped out into the hallway, turning the corner to make her way to Xanqer's office. But as she rounded the bend, she collided with someone coming from the opposite direction. Apologetic, Meesha stumbled backward, but a pair of strong hands grasped her shoulders, steadying her.

  "Sorry," Meesha said instinctively, then raised her head to look at the person. It was a man. Her eyes widened slightly as she took in his appearance. He was incredibly handsome. He was wearing a tailored suit that accentuated his broad shoulders and lean physique. His facial features were chiseled, with thick eyebrows, a straight nose, and lean lips that curved into a small smile. His hair was jet black, falling across his forehead in perfectly imperfect waves, framing his charming features.

  He let go of her shoulders, a smile still playing on his lips. "You must be Meesha, right?" he asked, his voice low and smooth, with a hint of a flirtatious tone. "You're more beautiful than I thought."