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Hard Work

Author: Sabeeco
last update publish date: 2026-09-23 12:37:50

Ryan kept his pace easy and deliberately unremarkable, matching Claire’s stride as they moved through the corridor. He mimicked her weary posture, projecting the quiet confidence of a man who belonged exactly where he was, in the shadows of a back hallway.

​Inside the supervisor’s office, the air was thick with the smell of stale coffee and industrial floor wax. Jace Baxter sat behind a cluttered desk, his heavyset frame straining against a half-buttoned shirt that revealed a stained undershirt
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  • Love Unexpected, The Billionaire's Disguise    Hard Work

    Ryan kept his pace easy and deliberately unremarkable, matching Claire’s stride as they moved through the corridor. He mimicked her weary posture, projecting the quiet confidence of a man who belonged exactly where he was, in the shadows of a back hallway.​Inside the supervisor’s office, the air was thick with the smell of stale coffee and industrial floor wax. Jace Baxter sat behind a cluttered desk, his heavyset frame straining against a half-buttoned shirt that revealed a stained undershirt beneath. He looked up slowly, his eyes narrowing the moment they landed on Ryan.​Claire spoke first, her voice tinged with a subtle, protective edge. “Mr. Baxter, I hope it's okay... I brought extra help today. He’s looking for cleaning work.”​Baxter leaned back, his chair groaning under the weight. He assessed Ryan with the open, ugly suspicion of a man used to dealing with desperate people. He took in the cheap, ill-fitting clothes and the unnervingly calm posture. His gaze lingered a secon

  • Love Unexpected, The Billionaire's Disguise    Don't Quit

    RYANClaire disappeared into the tiny kitchen, the familiar sounds of cupboards opening and closing filling the room. I leaned back against the sofa, if you could call this lumpy, threadbare thing a sofa, and let my head rest against the cold wall.​My eyes tracked the jagged web of cracks in the ceiling. I realized, with a jolt of clarity, that I recognized them. I knew the one that looked like a lightning bolt above the window and the faint water stain shaped like a crescent moon.​Three nights. For a man who rarely spent two consecutive nights in the same city, staying in a place like this three times should have felt like a cage. It should have been a strategic error. Instead, the stillness felt... right. It felt like a baseline I hadn’t realized I was missing amidst the noise of my own empire.​Claire emerged a moment later, the steam from two bowls trailing behind her like a pale ghost. She set one on the rickety table and pressed the other into my hands.​“It’s nothing special,

  • Love Unexpected, The Billionaire's Disguise    A Cleaning Job

    Long after Claire had left, Ryan reluctantly retrieved the card and went home. From that moment on, his thoughts revolved around a single problem: how to make her see the card, and, more importantly, take it.Handing it to her directly was out of the question, because that meant explanations. Explanations meant more lies. And lies, spoken too closely, would unravel everything.If he gave it to her directly, she’d ask questions. If she sensed even a crack in his story, the stranded man, the nowhere-to-go stranger would become exactly what he feared most in her eyes.A creep, or a manipulator.So he shook his head. “It’s better this way.” He said to no one in particular and turned to subtler methods.First, he sent his assistant, Tyler Bricks.Tyler approached Claire under the pretense of having found the card, insisting it must have fallen from her bag. Claire met his gaze head-on and dismantled the lie with unsettling calm.“I don’t have a bank account,” she said flatly. “So how could

  • Love Unexpected, The Billionaire's Disguise    Bank Card

    After a while, Ryan reached out. “Here, let me help you with that.”She hesitated for only a second before handing him the grocery bag. It was heavier than it looked, the weight of small, careful purchases. They continued walking side by side, their footsteps echoing faintly as they reached the main road.It was unusually deserted.Ryan slowed to a stop.“I… erm… thank you,” he said, a little awkwardly. “For always looking out for me.” He offered her a cheerful smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I can find my way from here.”He handed the grocery bag back to her.Claire took it, glancing down the empty stretch of road, then back at him. Uncertainty crossed her face. The wind had picked up, cool and restless, carrying the promise of rain. She seemed torn, between leaving him and walking him farther.But Ryan stood there easily, relaxed, as if he knew exactly where he was headed.“Alright then,” she said at last. “Take care.”“You too.”She turned and headed toward her apartment,

  • Love Unexpected, The Billionaire's Disguise    Wrong Turn

    After a long, scalding bath, Ryan sat down to breakfast alone, just as he always did. The table was set with precision, the meal prepared flawlessly, yet something felt off. The food tasted different, not because anything was wrong with it, but because he wasn’t really tasting it at all.His thoughts drifted, unbidden. After barely touching his meal, Ryan picked up his phone and called his assistant.“The meeting is rescheduled,” he said flatly.There was a brief pause. “Sir, the board has been waiting for over an hour.”“Then they can continue waiting,” Ryan replied. “Or leave.”He ended the call without further explanation.Normally, this would have been the hour he reviewed contracts, dissecting clauses, calculating risks, and making decisions that shaped markets. Today, the documents remained untouched. Numbers blurred together, meaningless.Instead, exhaustion settled over him, heavy and unfamiliar.He returned to his bedroom and lay down, fully dressed, staring at the ceiling. N

  • Love Unexpected, The Billionaire's Disguise    Home

    The apartment felt unusually silent without her. The faint creak of the floorboards under his weight, the whistle of wind through the cracked window, even the smell of damp and old wood seemed amplified. Ryan leaned back, pulling the thin blanket around his shoulders.He didn’t move toward the bed or attempt to make himself comfortable. Instead, he sat perfectly still, letting his mind run wild with possibilities.Who is she?Not just her name, not just the fact that she’d been to prison. Those were trivial. The real puzzle was everything else, the way she carried herself, the way she had stepped between him and those men without hesitation. The way she spoke, even when exhausted, with a quiet, stubborn authority that didn’t fit her tiny frame or ragged appearance.Does she have an ulterior motive for approaching me?​Ryan traced the frayed edges of the blanket absentmindedly, his jaw tight. He had spent his life dealing with powerful people, ruthless competitors, even dangerous crimi

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