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The Man Who Waited

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last update آخر تحديث: 2026-02-03 02:29:57

Seven years ago

The thing about being invisible was that nobody bothered to look at you twice.

I learned that lesson my first week at Greenland State University, hiding in the third-floor men's bathroom of the engineering building because three girls from my calculus class had cornered me after lecture asking if I wanted to "study" at their apartment.

They didn't want to study.

They wanted the Shield family name. The trust fund. The future inheritance that Forbes estimated at somewhere north of
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    It wasn't gentle.It wasn't sweet at all.It was the kind of kiss that felt like warfare. His mouth was claiming mine like he had every right to it, one hand sliding into my hair, the other holding my waist hard enough I felt my ribs bruising. And I—God help me.I kissed him back.Not because I wanted to. Not because this made any logical sense. But because my brain had apparently short-circuited and my body had decided that self-preservation was optional.His tongue swept against mine and I made a sound I'd never made before; it was desperate and broken and completely mortifying. He pulled back just enough to look at me. His pupils were blown wide, and he was breathing hard."That," he said roughly, "was not in my plan."I shoved at his chest. Hard. "Get off—""You kissed me back.""I did not—""You moaned."My face went nuclear. "I didn't—that wasn't—you can't just—""Can't just what?" He caught my wrists and pinned them against the shelf above my head with one hand. "Kiss you? Tou

  • Involved with my Boss's Fiancee's Lover   The Archive

    I didn't sleep.Couldn't sleep.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Kerry's smudged lipstick and Foxe's face in the dim glow of the car's interior.By the time my alarm went off at six, I'd already been awake for three hours.I dragged myself out of bed, showered until the water ran cold, and pulled on the most boring, professional outfit I owned—black slacks, white blouse, blazer that made me look like I worked at a bank. The kind of shit you wore when you needed to disappear into the background.The metro was packed with the usual morning crowd of tired office workers holding coffee like it was stimulants, students with headphones in, and a guy in a suit who smelled like he'd bathed in cologne. I wedged myself into a corner and checked my phone.June: Partnership finalized. Contracts signed. Shield arrives at 9 AM for briefing.My stomach dropped.He's coming here. To the office.June: You'll handle the preliminary documents. Conference room reserved for 10.Of course I will.Me: Und

  • Involved with my Boss's Fiancee's Lover   Collision Course

    "You're going to accept the partnership."I said it like a statement, not a question, because I knew June well enough to know that when Victor Harrow asked for something, you didn't say no.June's fingers drummed against his desk. Once. Twice. Three times. The same rhythm he used right before he fired someone."Do I have a choice?" His voice was quiet."Sir—""He's sleeping with Kerry." June turned to look at me, and the expression on his face made my throat tight. It wasn't anger. It was something worse. Something painful. "The man Victor wants me to partner with is the same man who's been—" He stopped. Swallowed. "And I'm supposed to shake his hand? Smile? Pretend I don't want to—""You don't know that for sure," I lied.Liar liar liar."You saw them kiss.""That doesn't mean—""Don't." He held up a hand. "Don't insult my intelligence, Anella. I pay you for honesty, not comfort."I bit down on the inside of my cheek hard enough to taste copper. June Jeremy was a lot of things, but s

  • Involved with my Boss's Fiancee's Lover   The Man Who Knew Too Much

    I made it three blocks before my legs gave out.Not literally—I wasn't that pathetic—but I had to stop and lean against a lamppost because my hands wouldn't stop shaking and my brain wouldn't stop screaming he knows he knows he knows.The wig came off first. I shoved it into my bag like it personally offended me, then the sunglasses, and I stood there in the middle of New Greenland's financial district looking like exactly what I was: a woman who just got caught doing something she had no business doing.Forever yours.The email signature burned behind my eyelids every time I blinked.Those emails had started four years ago, back when I was still in university scraping together tuition with that stupid fish stall and three part-time jobs. At first, I thought it was sweet; some shy guy who couldn't work up the nerve to talk to me in person. Then the emails got more detailed. More knowing. They mentioned things no one should've known. What I ate for breakfast. What time I left my dorm.

  • Involved with my Boss's Fiancee's Lover   My Boss's Fiancee’s Lover

    "Tell me what you see, Anella," my boss's obnoxious but alluring voice buzzes through my earphones. Apart from the bizarre fact that I'm spying on my boss's fiancée with her lover, I don't think there's anything in my life right now worth talking about.Well, there's the emails…Oh no, not the godforsaken emails."Anella, I don't pay you to zone out. I pay you to spy. Intel. Now." He repeats more insistently this time, and I can practically hear him drumming his fingers on that stupidly expensive mahogany desk of his."Apologies, sir," I reply in that cool but fiery tone I've learnt to master after working with the most intolerable billionaire heir in all of New Greenland for over five years. "They're still inside Café Mistral. Kerry's wearing that white Chanel coat you got her for Christmas. He's in a black turtleneck. They're holding hands across the table."The silence on the other end stretches so long I almost think the earpiece died."Holding... hands." June's voice comes out f

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