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A Mother’s Fight
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2024-11-20 13:12:13
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No More Mrs. Nice Girl No Escape
[Scene: K&N Architects, HR Department ]The silence in the office was so absolute it felt like a vacuum. The word "CEO" hung in the air, sharp and heavy as a guillotine.Mr. Cole’s face, which had been puffed with rage, drained of all color. Alex’s smug smile vanished, replaced by a mask of stunned, unfiltered hatred. President Harrison was still bent in a low bow, sweat beading on his forehead.And Mila... Mila just stared. The floor, the walls, the entire world had just tilted on its axis. The man she had once trusted—who had disappeared when she needed him most—was now the owner of her company. Her thoughts scattered. Arine’s eyes met hers briefly. They were unreadable—dark, calm, but filled with something buried deep.He saw the hurricane of shock, confusion, and betrayal in her eyes.Finally, he broke the stare and turned his attention to the trembling HR manager. He took one slow, deliberate step toward him. He didn't raise his voice; he lowered it, making it far more dangerous.
No More Mrs. Nice Girl Hostile Takeover
Author's POV[The St. Regis Hotel – Private Dining Suite – Same Night]High above the chaotic pulse of the city, in a lavishly appointed private dining room, Aunt Lana sat alone at a table set for two. She stared out the floor-to-ceiling window at the glittering skyline.The door behind her opened, and a man entered, shrugging off a tailored suit jacket. He was all controlled energy and sharp angles, his handsome face set in a grim expression. He wasn't just tired; he was vibrating with a protective fury that he was barely holding in check.“Aunt Lana,” he greeted, his voice a low rumble."Arine," she replied, turning. A knowing, almost sad smile touched her lips. "That was fast. Your private jet must have set a new speed record from London.""I told the pilot to fly it like he stole it," Arine said, bypassing the table to stand at the window, his back to her. He braced his hands on the glass, staring down at the city lights."The moment I got your call last night... the second you tol
No More Mrs. Nice Girl The Ache She Won’t Admit
Author’s POV [Mila’s Apartment –Late Evening] The cab ride home felt longer than it should have, the city's neon lights blurring into a haze as Mila replayed the evening in her mind. Robbin's folder burned a hole in her bag, its contents a ticking bomb of revelations. She stepped out onto the familiar sidewalk, the cool air nipping at her skin, and buzzed the intercom. Moments later, the door swung open, revealing Sally's concerned face framed by the warm glow of the hallway light. Sally(pulling her inside):“Finally! Do you know how long I’ve been pacing in here? Come in, sit down—tell me everything.” Mila slipped off her shoes and sank into the couch, exhaustion weighing her down. She let her bag fall beside her.Sally perched on the armrest, arms crossed. Mila(looking around): “Where’s Aunt Lana?” Sally(shrugging): “She’s not home. Got a call, said she was meeting some old friends staying in the city. She left a little while ago.” Mila’s brows furrowed. “This late?” Sally: (le
No More Mrs. Nice Girl The Stranger at Table 17
Author's POV[Mila's Bedroom– Early Morning]The golden rays of morning slipped through the curtains, resting gently on Mila’s sleeping face. Her lashes fluttered as her body stirred beneath the blanket, feeling the weight of exhaustion still wrapped around her.She woke up to the sound of her phone buzzing, the screen glowing brightly.Mila sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes, trying to shake off the sleep. As she reached for her phone, she saw that it was fully charged now. She must have plugged it in overnight, but she had no memory of doing so. The screen was filled with notifications -Sixty missed calls. Over a hundred unread messages.Mila (murmuring): “What the hell happened…”Confused, she opened her W******p. The office group chat was on fire—rapid messages, anxious emojis, bursts of gossip. Dozens of direct texts followed.Before she could click on any message for detail, the phone started ringing—Emily’s name flashing on the screen.She swiped quickly to answer.Mila: "Emily? Hey
No More Mrs. Nice Girl What you break for power… always comes back for justice.
Author's POV[Scene 1:Alex and Lily’s Bedroom – Late Night]The luxurious mansion was quiet,moonlight pouring in through floor-to-ceiling windows.In their grand bedroom, Lily sat cross-legged on the bed, her silk robe draped carelessly as she scrolled through her latest social media post — the one flaunting her baby bump and the grand celebration. The comments were pouring in.Her fingers flew across the screen, a self-satisfied grin spreading as she read the fawning comments. "The city's power couple!" "A true fairy tale!" "So happy for you and Alex!"“#QueenEnergy,” one comment read.“Slayed. As always.”“Mother of the year already!”The bathroom door was ajar, and she could hear the faint sound of the shower running. Alex was taking his time.Just as she paused to admire a particularly flattering photo, a new message popped up on her screen.Unknown Number: I’m back, sweetheart.Her finger froze mid-air. The smirk wiped clean off her face.Unknown Number: “Miss me, love?”Lily's eyes
No More Mrs. Nice Girl Silk and Poison
Author's POVThe grand event had begun to die down.Most of the guests had left, drunk on champagne and scandal. The cake was half-eaten, the music dimmed, and the ballroom floor—once filled with cheers and gasps—was quiet again.While Alex was engrossed in an intense business discussion with international delegates in a secluded VIP lounge, oblivious to the storm brewing just floors above.In her private suite, Lily stood before a vanity mirror, slowly removing her earrings. Her reflection gleamed back at her, but her eyes were ice cold.She reached into her clutch, pulling out a blank cheque.Dr. Veer stood nervously across from her,wringing his hands. Sweat beaded at his temple and shoulders tense.Lily, voice like silk laced with venom: "You did well, Doctor. Better than I expected."She handed him the cheque.Veer’s hands trembled as he took the cheque, his eyes darting to the door. “Thank you,I… I did what you asked, Lily. Exactly what you asked. ”Lily (flatly):"Write the amount y
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