Roland Doe Novels & Stories

His voice sounded casual, but his eyes were sharp. I didn’t say much at first—just shrugged. Damien sat down near me, legs stretched out. We stayed quiet for a minute, then he started talking. “Roland’s a player. You know that, right? He can’t stay committed to one person. It’s how he is—always has been. The sponsorship thing is just business. Best you end things with him and forget about it. Walk away clean before it messes you up more.”

Roland stepped inside. He changed the space. Not through dominance.. Through familiarity. That now felt a little off. Like a picture that was one degree off balance. Roland glanced at the advisor. He glanced back at Serena. His expression was neutral.. Not empty. "I heard voices " he said calmly. "Something about alliance channels."

Roland snuck into the main house through the back door, he saw Williams playing a video game in one of the rooms but he didn't make a sound so as not to alert Williams that he was at home, he needed time to clear his mind cos the whole thing was not adding up for him, he succeeded by getting Into his room unnoticed and then he quickly undressed and got into the bathroom to take his shower he could not even understand what got into him that he tried to defile Valerie.

After a moment's pause, he asked in a worried tone, “What is it, Estelle? You sound anxious.” Estelle tried to steady her voice. “It's nothing, Dad. I just wanted to make sure you’re doing well. You’re fine, aren’t you?” Roland’s laughter echoed through the line. “You're always like this. Even after getting married, you still tend to overreact.” “I’m not overreacting,” Estelle replied quickly. “I’m just worried.” Roland’s laughter faded and was replaced by a gentle, understanding tone. “I know, but really, Estelle, I’m fine. In fact, I feel great today. Besides, the doctor said my health is perfect. You remember that, don’t you?”

No one shoots a gun without having the gun powder residue in their hands, that was evidence and evidence led to consequences. Roland rose from the chair, his steps slow and his eyes dewy from how long he had been drinking, he couldn’t let them think they had won. He was Roland Conrad, the son of the biggest business tycoon. He couldn’t be intimidated, not by them. His fists clenched, his darks raging in anger, they had walked into his home and made a fool out of him, “I am going to crush them, I will….” “You will do nothing,” Petal hissed, interrupting him. “You have just done enough,” she snarled.

“She works hard.” I lowered my head and focused on my food, but my fingers felt warm around the spoon. He was not even trying to hide it. This realization caught me off guard. “Then what about your girlfriend? I did not know you were also a man who flirts with multiple women,” Miss Long did not hide the disappointment in her voice. I looked at Roland. I was more curious about his answer. “I do not have a girlfriend,” he paused. “Yet,” he added in a slow voice while gazing at me.

It’s quite the odd pairing but it works for them. Ah yes, player Roland. He’s still single and playing the field. There was a scare with him and one of the producer’s daughters, not Stacy, another one. But it was a false alarm, he was lucky, this time.

“Miss Ruth, can you give me a ride?” Ruth sat in the car and looked at the man through the half-open window. He was about twenty-five years old and 1.8 meters tall. His body was thin, and he wore makeup. His right ear had a stud earring, which made him look like a cute bubbly guy that was popular lately. “You are?” “I’m Roland Diaz, one of the main supporting roles in the Gate to the Heart. Do you remember me?” Ruth did not reply. It turned out that he was indeed someone from the entertainment industry.

What the hell is so interesting about that suit-wearing motherfucker that’s got Roland acting like he won the goddamn lottery? “Hello, sir...” Roland says, practically launching himself in front of Carlo. The idiot is unconsciously waving a big-ass ‘notice me’ flag while grinning like a lunatic. “Hey, how are you?” Carlo’s voice is smooth as hell, but it’s directed at me, not Roland. He doesn’t even glance at the guy. And Roland? The shameless bastard doesn’t even look disappointed. He’s just standing there, smiling like he’s in some rom-com.

He was wrong. I lowered my gaze to Steve and Dante. Both men stood silently, waiting for my command. “Roland is finished. I want him buried so deep in this mess that he cannot crawl out. Every recording, every document, every account linked to him, I want it catalogued. Garrick too. But Roland first. He thought he was clever. He thought betrayal would buy him freedom. He will learn what it buys him instead.” Dante’s lips curved into a cold smile. “Yes, sir. Consider it done.”