My Office Noona's Story Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

Noah Resuming the office the following day felt like stepping into a new chapter, one fraught with unresolved tension and simmering determination. As I, Noah, walked through the doors of the corporate building, the familiar hum of activity washed over me. My colleagues were already deep in their tasks, some giving me curt nods of acknowledgment as I passed. The weight of the previous days hung heavily on my shoulders, but I was resolute. I had to put the issue of Natalie behind me, or at least, I needed to pretend to.

“ So , Anna , I heard what you were saying . It was quite the story . Are you a writer ? “ asked Aron with a calm tone . “ I…….What a joke ! I am not . I am the niece of the owner of the hospital and a serious nurse at her job . “ said Anna a bit confused with a smile . “ A serious person at her job ?……Oh…….Is gossiping behind your colleagues behind your back also part of being serious in this hospital ? “ said Aron staring at her annoyed . “ I….I…. “ said Anna even more nervous . “ You said that a simple girl like AYla is able to play both me and Noah by her hands . You said she is capable , isn’t she ?…..Well she indeed is capable . As my wife ,n there’s now ay she is a useless person . “

He lifted the paper, gulped, and pointed. “It’s a…bra strap.” Silence clapped into the room. My eyes widened. A guy… wearing a bra? My jaw slackened just slightly before a slow smirk curled across my lips. My heart kicked once, not with shock… but excitement. “Well, well,” I murmured, leaning back. “This just got interesting.” Was Nova hiding… more than I thought? A laugh rumbled in my chest. “Oh, Nova… you’re going to be fun.” “You look happy,” Rowan muttered, side-eyeing the suspicious grin stretching across my face.

"I'm going to the office. Don't disturb me." I left the dining room, walking quickly down the hall. I needed to isolate myself to get back to the only thing that made sense: numbers. I walked straight towards the library, the quietest room in the whole house. It was full of thick walls and heavy books; no screaming, no drama, no annoying questions. I pushed open the heavy mahogany door, ready to drown myself in work and forget the absolute mess that was my personal life. But there she was. Nova. She was already set up at the massive central desk, laptop open, scrolling through some complex-looking spreadsheet. She had claimed the best desk, the best light, and the best chair. She had beaten

I arrived at a standalone villa in the Queen's District of Southwold. As the former Donna of the Medicis, I had hidden in Holbeck for ten years. Today, I finally returned here under the name "Ella". I had just set my suitcase down in the entryway and hadn't even caught my breath when the front door was kicked open from the outside. Five women barged in aggressively. Leading them was Giovanna Valery, my future daughter-in-law, whom I had only seen in photos.

Yet all I could think about was how my thighs were still aching from what I almost let his brother do to me. I took a deep breath as I entered the office, trying to shed the tension in my shoulders. Trying to pretend that everything was still fine. I couldn’t afford to fall apart. Not here. But fate wasn’t done with me. Noah was already there. He stood by the glass windows in the hallway outside Simon’s floor, flipping through a folder like he didn’t burn me to the core just hours ago. My pulse skipped. My feet halted. Simon followed my gaze and tensed immediately.

A moment later, the door clicked open. My eyes landed on a very hot blonde. Her shirt was unbuttoned just enough to expose a significant amount of cleavage, and her skirt was tight and short. She smoothed her hair, gave me a once-over, and walked past us with a sway in her hips. My gaze then shifted to David, sitting behind his massive desk. The office was exactly what I expected. It was big, fancy, and cold. Noah made a strangled sound behind me. “I can’t deal with this. I’ll be in the car.” He turned and practically fled.

She spoke like she believed every word, as if her soul was tied to the company itself. And when Asher tried to shame her… the anger that rose in me had been so sharp, I almost forgot I was meant to be neutral. I leaned back in my chair now, high up in my glass office, viewing the city, and rubbed the bridge of my nose. The skyline of New York stretched far below me, dazzling with lights and life, but it gave me no comfort. Naomi Monro. Her last name was the trouble. Her eyes, her smile, her stubborn courage—that was even something else entirely.

Damon's POV "You should leave me alone. It's morning. Get back to your office," I said to Noelle. She was a sex freak, and I never found out until we got intimate for the first time. She could ride for hours without losing much strength, unlike me. "I've got enough assistants to represent me till I arrive. Same as you," she whispered with her sweet voice as she snuck into the same sheets covering my body. "Don't try to do everything, love. Let your subjects feel the tension of being in a high position as well."

"Son of Hwang Jisun and Kim Jisoo. Twenty eight years old. Head of the country's most dangerous Mafia syndicate." "Things which you could read in any newspaper," Joonjae scoffed. Yoseob, who was trying to maintain a distance between him and the carnivorous woman in front of him, knew that Joonjae was only pretending to be indifferent. His boss was gauging the woman or to be more specific, what was inside the woman.