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Author: Boluwatife
last update Last Updated: 2026-01-11 04:51:46

Hi my loves 🤍

I know it’s been over two weeks since the last update, and I just wanted to say thank you for your patience. I haven’t abandoned this story — I’ve been taking my time to make sure the next chapters come exactly the way they deserve to.

This part of the story is important to me, and I didn’t want to rush it or water it down. Your support, comments, and love mean more than you know, and I’m so grateful you’re still here with me.

The update is coming very soon.

Thank you for staying. Thank you for believing in this story.

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  • LITTLE MISS RED    Twenty four.

    Twenty FourRedAt exactly 3 p.m., I ended the class. I didn’t get carried away discussing beautiful poems; I had something else in mind. Today, I’m going to make Michael some mutton soup.At the orphanage where I grew up, the matron would make us mutton soup once in a while. It always felt like Christmas when we had mutton soup. As I grew up, I learnt the recipe from her before I left the orphanage, and today I’m going to make it for Michael. It’s going to be a surprise.I had to do some crazy convincing before I was allowed to go back to my place. I told him I was going back to get some stuff. He asked what the stuff was and said he would buy me new ones, but I refused. I stood firm on my words that I was going back to my place, and he finally let me today.I hurried out of the class, absentmindedly responding to greetings in the hall. I made a beeline straight to my office, making sure not to be distracted. I grabbed my stuff and locked up my office. I had to hurry home and go groc

  • LITTLE MISS RED    Twenty three.

    Michael I stepped out of the car with a wide grin on my face.“It’s going to be a good day, Ilya,” I said, patting my personal assistant on the shoulder as I walked into the company.“Good morning, Mr. Dew.” I didn’t pay attention to the lady greeting me; I just kept walking. She matched my stride, step by step, walking beside me.“Sir, Mr. Dove is not available right now,” she said, trying to stop me from going into the office.“Get her out of my face, Ilya.” Ilya grabbed her and pulled her away from me. I stepped into the office. My father and Anthony Dove were sitting there; their eyes immediately turned to me.“Hello, Father,” I smiled at him. His jaw clenched as we held eye contact. The little girl who had tried to stop me from entering the office soon barged in, Ilya in her tow.“I’m sorry, sir. I tried to stop him.” With a wave of his hand, Anthony dismissed her. I glanced at him before taking a seat.“I didn’t invite you to sit,” his tone came out g

  • LITTLE MISS RED    Author's note

    Hi my loves 🤍I know it’s been over two weeks since the last update, and I just wanted to say thank you for your patience. I haven’t abandoned this story — I’ve been taking my time to make sure the next chapters come exactly the way they deserve to.This part of the story is important to me, and I didn’t want to rush it or water it down. Your support, comments, and love mean more than you know, and I’m so grateful you’re still here with me.The update is coming very soon.Thank you for staying. Thank you for believing in this story.

  • LITTLE MISS RED    Twenty two.

    Red . The energy around him felt off, I found myself stepping backward something that obviously displease him , he stares at my leg for a second before looking back at me , something flashed in his eyes , a look , a vibe something I have never seen in him before or maybe just maybe it has always been there and he hid it perfectly well from me …. The thought of that terrified me“Come here “ he says stretching his hand forward, his eyes cold as ice“ I wanna go home “ I stated, I really do not want be with him right now especially not when he is in this kind of mood, nothing good will come out of it“ Come here Red “ his voice dripped with authority, he isn’t taking no for an answerHe maintained eye contact with me watching, daring me to not take his hand, I took a shaky breath before slipping my hands into his cold ones , I really do not want to find out what he’s gonna do if I don’t take his hand he held my hand firmly pulling me forward“Michael we are on school grounds” I tri

  • LITTLE MISS RED    Twenty one .

    Red .“And that’s all for today, class.”I packed my books and laptop, offering a polite smile before leaving the lecture hall. The whispers weren’t gone entirely, but they were no longer loud or shameless. Just fragments now. Glances. Half-looks. A few of my colleagues still avoided me, but I had decided those ones were insignificant.Something else occupied my thoughts anyway.Michael.He had been on edge lately. Ever since our trip to Italy—one I hadn’t even had the chance to enjoy before we were abruptly flown back—it felt like something was coming. Like he was bracing for impact. Preparing.It worried me.I wanted to help him, to ease whatever burden he was carrying, but he refused to tell me anything. So I decided that after work, I’d go to his place, cook him a proper homemade meal, open a bottle of wine. We’d sit together, talk, relax. Maybe it would take the edge off, even just a little.When I reached my office, the door was slightly ajar.That was strange. I always locked i

  • LITTLE MISS RED    Twenty

    David.I stared at the photographs spread across the table.So my bastard son had finally learned how to pluck something beautiful.A rose like this—bright, untouched—didn’t belong in his hands.I wanted her.And if I couldn’t have her, I would destroy her.I exhaled smoke slowly into the air. It curled above the pictures like a warning.It was time to visit my son.“David… you’re going to protect me, right?”Hands slid over my chest, clinging. I looked down at the perfectly manicured fingers.Disgusting.“Of course, dearest Elizabeth.”I turned to her, lifting her chin just enough to make her look at me.She used to be sharp. Useful. Now she was pathetic—hovering, begging. I preferred women when they still had resistance in them. When they belonged to the chase, not the reward.The only reason she was still breathing was simple:She was the only spy near Michael that he hadn’t eliminated yet.“You promise?” she whispered.“You’ll be safe,” I said with a smile.She squeezed my hand. “

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