(the chowdhury estate)
[Monaco]
It's home of the Most influential Family in the Europe
(The chowdhurys) But here only 3 people lives here.
They origin is From the Bangladesh but they Own the biggest financial Colgomarate in Europe
And the only daughter of the chowdhury family is Jessie chowdhury
In chowdhury estate in this house her whims is the mandate
(Chowdhury estate) Jessie's bedroom 9: 30 in the morning
Sunlight attacked the room like it had personal beef with the curtains.
It spilled through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, bouncing off marble floors, gold-framed mirrors, and a chandelier so dramatic it looked like it had its own ego. The entire bedroom glowed like a luxury perfume ad-expensive, soft, and unnecessarily perfect.
Jessie chowdhury groaned and buried her face into her pillow.
Well Whoever invented mornings deserved prison.
Her bed was so huge it could comfortably host a royal family, three scandals, and an emotional breakdown-yet somehow she still managed to sleep in the tiniest corner like a stressed-out shrimp
She rolled over, hair completely wild, and blinked at the ceiling.
The ceiling stared back.
Painted in delicate patterns, it looked like it was personally mocking her.
"Good morning," Jessie muttered in a dead voice. "I hate you."
Her silk blanket slid down, and she sat up slowly, squinting at the sunlight like it had offended her ancestors. Her face, unfortunately, was still flawless
-because life loved giving her beauty but refused to give her peace.
Jessie stepped out of her room like a .
In her pajamas dramatically as she walked toward the grand staircase. The mansion was quiet-too quiet. The kind of quiet that made you feel like the house itself was judging you.
She placed one hand on the golden railing and began descending.
The staircase was massive, curved, and ridiculously fancy. It looked like it had been designed specifically for dramatic entrances.
Jessie made one.
Halfway down, she stopped and looked around the hall.
Huge paintings of ancestors stared down at her like they were personally offended by her existence.
Jessie glared back.
"What?" she muttered. "Yes, I woke up. Congratulations. Do you want a medal?"
She continued walking down with the confidence of someone who owned the building, the street, and possibly the entire economy.
Then-
Her slipper slipped.
Jessie froze.
For a horrifying second, her soul left her body.
She grabbed the railing like her life depended on it and regained balance with a sharp inhale.
She stood still, breathing heavily.
Then she looked around, making sure no staff saw.
No witnesses.
Good.
She straightened her robe like nothing happened.
"Elegant" she whispered to herself. "Absolutely graceful. Princess Diana would be proud."
Finally, she reached the bottom and marched into the living area like she was heading into a battlefield.
The dining room smelled like heaven.
Butter. Fresh bread. Something sweet. Something fried. Something rich.
Jessie's eyes widened.
Her stomach made a sound that could be considered a threat.
And then she spotted her mother.
Eva Chowdhury sat at the breakfast table like she belonged on the cover of International Billionaire Wives Weekly. Perfect posture. Perfect makeup. Perfect hair. Holding a tea cup like it was an expensive accessory.
She didn't even look surprised to see Jessie.
Because Eva Chowdhury always knew everything.
Jessie walked in, dropping into the chair opposite her like she was collapsing after surviving a war.
"Mama," Jessie said dramatically, placing a hand over her heart, "I have returned from the land of suffering."
Eva calmly sipped her tea. "You mean... your bedroom?"
Jessie nodded seriously. "Yes. It was tragic. Cold marble floors. Aggressive sunlight. And my pillow was plotting against me."
Eva set down her cup. "What a difficult life you live."
Jessie pointed at the table. "I need breakfast. Immediately. Or I will become violent."
Eva raised one eyebrow. "Violent?"
Jessie leaned forward, whispering like she was confessing a crime.
"Mama... I will sue the morning."
Eva smiled slightly. "Breakfast is ready. Sit properly."
Jessie instantly sat up straight like she was still five years old.
Eva Chowdhury didn't need weapons.
Her voice was enough.
Jessie grabbed a croissant and bit into it like she was personally fighting for survival.
She chewed with the seriousness of a CEO finalizing a billion-dollar deal.
"This," Jessie said mouth full, "is the greatest thing I have ever experienced."
Eva stared. "You say that every morning."
Jessie nodded. "Because every morning I am reborn."
Eva slid a plate toward her. Eggs, fruits, pancakes, and a bowl of something that looked too expensive to even touch.
Jessie's eyes sparkled.
Then she paused mid-bite and looked around.
"...Where is Baba?"
Eva calmly picked up her phone, scrolling through something with the confidence of a woman who could control an entire empire without lifting a finger.
"He left early."
Jessie frowned. "Left early where? .He better not be avoiding breakfast again. Baba thinks he can survive on business and ego alone"
Eva finally looked up at her. "He's on a business trip."
Jessie narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Business trip where?"
Eva sighed, like she was dealing with an exhausted child who asked too many questions.
"Singapore."
Jessie froze.
Then slowly leaned back in her chair.
"Singapore..." she repeated.
Eva nodded.
Jessie stared into the distance, dramatic as always.
"So he really abandoned me."
Eva blinked. "Jessie, he is working."
Jessie pointed at her plate. "And I am suffering."
Eva's lips twitched like she was trying not to laugh.
Jessie grabbed her juice and drank it like it was medicine.
"singapore," Jessie muttered again. "He didn't even say goodbye properly."
Eva folded her arms. "He did. You were asleep."
Jessie gasped. "How dare he respect my sleep schedule instead of waking me up to worship him."
Eva looked at her like she was questioning every life decision she had ever made.
Jessie continued, now fully offended.
"Do you know what this means?"
Eva's eyes narrowed. "What?"
Jessie leaned forward with a deadly serious expression.
"It means he owes me a souvenir."
Eva stared at her.
Jessie nodded. "A big one."
Eva let out a quiet laugh. "Jessie, your father is meeting investors."
Jessie shrugged. "He can meet investors and buy me a diamond. Both are possible. Singapore has jewelry. I checked."
Eva sighed, rubbing her forehead. "You are unbelievable."
Jessie smiled proudly, taking another bite of her croissant.
"I know."
Eva looked at her for a moment, then shook her head with a soft smile.
"Eat properly."
Jessie swallowed and sat up straighter again.
"Yes, Mama."
Then she paused and whispered, eyes wide with horror.
"Mama... please tell me you didn't invite guests today."
Eva blinked. "Why?"
Jessie stared at her like she was warning her about a natural disaster.
"Because I am not mentally prepared to socialize. My brain is still loading."
Eva sighed again.
Jessie reached for another pancake.
"Also," she added casually, "if anyone speaks to me before I finish eating, I will emotionally destroy them."
Eva nodded slowly, sipping her tea.
"Noted."
Jessie finished breakfast like it was a sacred ritual.
She wiped her lips delicately, drank her tea, and sat back with the satisfied expression of someone who had just defeated hunger, capitalism, and the concept of mornings all at once.
Then she glanced at the calendar on her phone.
Her eyes narrowed.
She blinked once.
Then twice.
"...Wait."
She sat up straighter, staring at the screen like it had just insulted her family.
"It's Saturday."
Eva looked at her calmly from across the table. "Yes."
Jessie slowly turned her head. "It's a weekend."
Eva nodded again. "Correct."
Jessie's lips parted as if she had just discovered fire.
"No meetings... no calls... no political disasters... no boardroom drama... no ministers begging me to fix their lives..."
She stood up so fast her chair almost fell.
Eva sighed. "Jessie, don't-"
Jessie threw her arms up like she was praising the heavens.
"I AM FREE!"
Eva watched her with the patience of a woman who had raised chaos in human form.
Jessie spun dramatically toward the hallway.
"I'm going to the gym."
Eva blinked. "Why are you announcing it like a war declaration?"
Jessie pointed at herself. "Because I have energy. And if I don't release it, I will start arguing with the furniture."
Eva waved her off. "Go."
Jessie marched away like she was about to fight God himself.
---
The private gym inside the Chowdhury mansion looked better than most luxury fitness clubs.
Black marble floors. Floor-to-ceiling mirrors. A full boxing ring in the corner. Weights lined up like soldiers. Even the punching bag looked expensive-like it had its own bank account.
Jessie entered and tied her hair up with deadly seriousness.
Then she wrapped her hands, pulling the tape tight like she was preparing for a championship match.
Her face changed completely.
Gone was the dramatic breakfast princess.
Now she looked like a predator.
She put on her gloves and stepped toward the heavy bag.
Then she hit it.
BAM.
The bag swung violently.
She hit it again.
BAM. BAM.
The sound echoed through the gym like gunshots.
Jessie moved like she was born for it-fast, sharp, perfect footwork. Every punch landed with terrifying accuracy.
Left hook.
Right cross.
Uppercut.
A brutal combination that looked like it belonged in a professional ring, not inside a billionaire mansion on a peaceful Saturday morning.
Jessie smiled while punching.
Because violence was her therapy.
Five minutes later, the punching bag looked like it was regretting its entire existence.
Jessie wiped her forehead, breathing hard, and whispered sweetly to the bag-
"You thought you were safe because it's the weekend?"
She punched it again.
The bag swung so hard it nearly kissed the wall.
Jessie stepped back, proud.
"Good."
She turned around to grab her water bottle.
And froze.
Because standing near the entrance of the gym were two men-both tall, both ridiculously handsome, both dressed in black like they were attending a funeral for someone's peace.
Ethan Cross.
Lucas.
Her assistant Ethan
and secretary Lucas
Her personal Headache package
Jessie stared at them like they were hallucinations.
...Why are you here?
Ethan, calm as always, held a tablet in one hand like it was a weapon. "Good morning, ma'am."
Lucas nodded politely. "Morning."
Jessie blinked.
Then she slowly looked up at the ceiling.
"God... why do you hate me?"
Ethan's expression didn't change. "We came because you might need us."
Jessie pointed at the gym. "Need you for what? To hold my water bottle?"
Lucas cleared his throat. "To be available, ma'am."
Jessie walked closer, still in boxing gloves, staring at them like they were the most confusing thing on Earth.
"It's Saturday."
Ethan nodded. "Yes."
Jessie's eyes narrowed. "It's a weekend."
Lucas nodded too. "Yes, ma'am."
Jessie spread her arms. "So why are you in my gym like two highly paid ghosts?"
Ethan calmly replied, "Because if you have no work, then technically we have no work."
Jessie pointed at him. "Exactly."
Ethan continued, completely serious. "So we came anyway."
Jessie stared.
Lucas added softly, "We were... bored."
Jessie's mouth opened.
Then closed.
Then opened again.
She turned away, muttering to herself like she was trying to process insanity.
"I pay you both too much."
Ethan stepped forward. "Would you like me to schedule your day?"
Jessie whipped her head around. "NO."
Lucas raised a hand politely. "Would you like me to cancel your day?"
Jessie gasped. "You can't cancel something that doesn't exist!"
Ethan glanced at his tablet. "I can create something to cancel."
Jessie stared at him like he was a villain.
"You are both sick people."
Lucas looked confused. "Ma'am, we came because you don't relax."
Jessie scoffed. "I relax."
Ethan lifted his gaze. "You are currently wearing boxing gloves."
Jessie looked down at her gloves.
Then looked back up.
"...That is relaxation."
Lucas nodded respectfully. "Understood."
Ethan's eyes flicked to the punching bag, which was swinging slightly, bruised and abused.
"You've been hitting it hard."
Jessie smiled sweetly.
"Yes."
Ethan paused. "Do you feel stressed?"
Jessie's smile widened.
"No."
Lucas slowly whispered to Ethan, "She's lying."
Jessie's head snapped toward Lucas.
Lucas immediately straightened.
"I mean-respectfully, ma'am."
Jessie walked closer to them, towering like a dangerous angel in expensive workout clothes.
"Tell me something."
Ethan stayed calm. "Yes, ma'am."
Jessie pointed at both of them. "Do either of you have a life?"
Lucas answered too quickly. "No."
Ethan answered at the same time. "Not really."
Jessie froze.
"...That was way too honest."
Lucas shrugged. "You're our life."
Jessie stared at him like she was about to call an ambulance.
"That is the saddest sentence I've ever heard."
Ethan adjusted his sleeve. "We can leave if you want privacy."
Jessie waved her glove at them. "Yes. Leave. Go outside. Touch grass. Speak to humans. Fall in love. Do something normal."
Lucas nodded seriously. "Should I schedule your falling in love for Tuesday?"
Jessie's jaw dropped.
Ethan, without blinking, added, "I can check your calendar availability for romance."
Jessie stared at them like they had lost their minds.
Then she turned back toward the punching bag, shaking her head.
"You know what?"
She marched toward the bag again.
"If I can't fire you legally..."
She tightened her gloves.
"...I will punch my frustration into this bag until it confesses its crimes."
Ethan calmly stepped aside. "understood."
Lucas leaned toward Ethan and whispered, "Should we call a doctor?"
Ethan replied, "No. This is normal for her."
TO BE CONTINUED