All Chapters of Mr Strong, I Refuse To Be Your Duty : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Nicole waited from 11 a.m. to 2 p.m. at the bridal shop. Her stomach churned, but she chose to wait. Her fiancé, Asher Strong, had promised to meet her there that morning. She had just returned from a business summit and headed straight to the bridal shop.She had called him several times and sent multiple text messages, but he wasn't responding, nor did he return any of her calls. Not sure what was going on, she decided to go to the company and meet him there.She booked a taxi and headed to the office. Suddenly, a notification popped up on her phone. It was a post from her friend Lisa's Instagram account."It's a pleasure to have Dr. Morris as the new Vice President of Creative Mind."Nicole frowned. She had gone away on a summit for the company, and Asher had already chosen someone else to become Vice President? A position he had promised her?No. She needed to confront him as soon as possible.Who was this Dr. Morris?And how could Asher treat her like this? She was his fiancée an

“What was that for? What you saw was nothing. Zara needed my help and I offered to drive her to the company…” he blurted, his cold gaze on her as if she's committed an offence. “I don't know what you're talking about and I didn't see anything either” Nicole snapped back at him. She tried to hold back her temper from letting it go loose. He offered to help another woman by driving her to the hospital. In their five years of relationship, she'd never owned a car besides an old Benz her mother used when she was still working as a government official in Dartford. When it became faulty, she took a taxi to the office and even when it rained, Asher had never offered to drive her to the office. But he offered to do so for Zara. That's the difference in the position they occupied in his heart. “Why did you put up that scene, not congratulating her as the VP and ignoring her friendliness?” He asked and before Nicole could respond, he continued “I offered her the pos

He isn't going to waste his time going through it. She can't do without him and earlier than he expected, she sent a letter to apologise to him. She has nowhere else to go. He held her lifeline and her mother's hospital bills were going to be handled by him. She dares to frown at his decision? Being Mrs Strong was everything in the world to her and that's the only thing he would be giving her. That's her compensation for being submissive. “Keep it aside” he ordered, asking Luke to take it away invariably. Zara is coming over to his office and he would be taking her to lunch. He doesn't want her to know a thing about himself and Nicole, just yet. “Sir…Miss Kevin…might be important…” Luke stuttered. Whatever made her send a message by mail, it might be important, might be something that concerns the company as a whole. “Get out!” Asher thundered. Looks like most of his dedicated employees are loyal to Nicole and not him. How can his assistant be i

"Alright, fine" Nicole replied and stood up took her glass of wine now and raised it up "Towards a better future for the Stardom subsidiary company" "Yeah, to our growth together" William Grant toast and the glass clicked together. Nicole took a sip unannounced. He watched her with a small smile on his face. He had been following and keeping tabs on the woman right in front of him for days now, hoping to catch even a moment or a glimpse of her just so that they could talk and right here she was, sitting opposite him. He wondered what Asher Strong could have done to make this woman agree to even listen to him and consider his proposal. A little part of him was curious as Nicole did not seem like someone to turn her back on a company she had worked with for five years, a company that she is, or rather was a sole contributor for. Whatever it was that Asher did, he appreciated it. He had sent his queen to the other side of the chess board without knowing how much of a key player sh

The notification was already there. She had felt it buzz on the taxi ride home and had chosen not to look. She looked now.It was from Asher.My office. 9AM tomorrow. Don't be late.She read it once. She read it again.There was no greeting, no question and no acknowledgment of anything that had passed between them today or any other day. Just a summons, delivered in the same tone he used to schedule supplier meetings flat, assuming, expecting compliance as a matter of course.She set the phone down on the cushion beside her and looked at it for a moment.She did not reply.But she would go. She knew she would go, not because she owed him an appearance but because she needed to hear whatever it was he had to say and say whatever she needed to say back, and then she needed to walk out of that office and not go back. She needed that ending to be clean. She was going to give herself that much.She put the phone face-down on the cushion and then leaned back against the sofa and closed he