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Secretly The Nrillionaire Boss Web Of Deception.
Eric pulsed. There was silence. “Eric, did you unblock Nora?” Lisa asked again. “No, I didn’t,” Eric replied, as he turned to face her. Lisa smiled, she went back to bed. Eric picked his gloves and immediately, the memories from last night, the car dropping her off. Eric turned to Lisa. “Who dropped you off, last night?” Eric questioned. “A friend of mine,” Lisa replied. “Oliver?” Eric asked. “Oh my gosh! Eric! Stop this!” Lisa rebuked. She struck the bed in annoyance. “Stop what? I asked a question, and you you are being defensive, why?” Eric shot back. Lisa kept quite, and she looked away from Eric. There was tension, and there was silence. “Answer my question, Lisa,” Eric said, breaking the silence. His eyebrows, frowned in support of his statement. Lisa didn’t reply, she just sat on the bed, avoiding Eric gaze. Eric moved close to her, and gave a gentle nudge in the shoulder. “I’m talking to you,”. “Eric let me be! Okay? I told all what I know! It was a freind,
Secretly The Nrillionaire Boss The Request.
Oliver dropped his phone, puzzled about what his next move will be, Lisa’s word repeated in his head. “Should come after Eric?” Oliver asked himself, he bit his lips, as his heart devices hatred. Oliver shook his head in disagreement. “Mother won’t approve, I just need a good reason to kick him out,” Oliver says within himself. He stamped his feet in desperation. Oliver was lost in thought, as he lay on the bed of his spacious bedroom. Suddenly, he was interrupted by a knock on the door. “Knock! Knock!” Soft but loud, disrupting Oliver peace. Oliver sighed. “Who is it?!” Oliver thundered. “It’s I, Bernard your butler, your mother requested your presence,” the voice replied from outside the door, his voice firm and stable. Oliver sighed. “What does she want again?” Oliver muttered. “I…… I will be with her shortly,” Oliver replied the butler from inside the room, he didn’t flinch a muscle. “Apologies sir, but my orders were to bring you with me, your mother orders,” the butler
Secretly The Nrillionaire Boss Fear
Nora, feeling uneasy with herself, as she walked down the road, reminiscing on her encounter with Eric at the subway. “Was that worth it?” Nora asked herself, as she galloped through the streets. Nora sighed. “Just doing it for my safety, I don’t want to experience that situation again,” Nora said within herself. Nora checked the time and it was just few minutes passed the hour of ten, just coming back from a hectic shift. As Nora walked down the road, she saw a post that says VACANCY. She pulsed, and looked at it. “Vacancy……., an apartment?” Nora blunted. And a phone number was written below for enquiry. Though she really needed a place to on her own, because she can’t keep sharing room space with her friend, Sandra. Nora dialed the number, on the poster. She placed the phone on her ear, as it rings. Nora was in high hopes for a proper place. The phone line finally connected. “Hello! This is James and co real estate, how can we help you today?” The customer care represen
Secretly The Nrillionaire Boss The Pizza Delivery.
“Pizza?” Sandra asked. Nora nodded. “Yeah, pizza,” she replied. “Who needs pizza, when I made breakfast?” Sandra said, pointing out the no need for pizza. Nora sighed. “Sandra, I need pizza,” Nora repeated, with low soft tone, as she sat faint on the couch, with an uneasy look on her face. “Wait? I don’t get, you need like……. Pizza, to eat or just don’t like my cooking?” Sandra asked, anyone could tell Sandra was getting pissed gradually. “It’s not about pizza!” Nora said out loud, there was silence. “Then it’s about what? Tell me!” Sandra questioned. Nora sighed. “Nora, what happened today?” Sandra asked, she knew Nora request was strange with can only be caused by something she saw. “I saw him,” Nora blunted out. Sandra gave her a quizzical look. “Eric?”Nora heart skipped. “Yes… I mean no, not really, sorry not in this context,”. Nora looked away. “So who is it?” Sandra asked. Nora exhaled. She reached into her pocket, and searched for something. Sandra was filled with
Secretly The Nrillionaire Boss The Pizza guy.
Nora’s breath hitched. Sandra dropped the phone and it landed away on the cushion of the couch making a small ‘thud’ sound. There was silence. “Is that?” Nora asked. Sandra and Nora locked eyes. The knock came again. “Pizza delivery!” The voice repeated. Nora swallowed hard. “Sandra…” she whispered. Sandra didn’t respond. She had already risen from her chair and was edging her way towards the door. Nora grabbed her wrist. “Wait.” Nora was in fear, heart skipped. Sandra turned, raising an eyebrow. “Wait for what?” “I don’t know,” Nora admitted. Her heart was pounding. “What if it’s him?” “What if it’s isn’t him?” Sandra asked. Sandra smirked. “So, then that is what you wanted?” Nora couldn’t answer. This urge welled up inside of her to go and open the door and see. But another part of her that part from which the mystery had never really receded, no matter how distant she got screamed at her to watch it. Nora gave sandra a nod, giving her the good ahead. San
Secretly The Nrillionaire Boss The Note.
Chill ran down the spine of Nora, as she stood in shock. Nora, shakingly held tightly onto a piece of paper which she had folded. Her staggered breath matched the loud rhythm of her racing heart which produced a thunderous noise through the vacant living room space. "You’re running out of time." She read the note again. Her throat went dry. This was no coincidence. No accident. The sender of these warning messages had no plans of stopping their intimidation of her. Nora was speechless. A strong grip formed around the paper when she shifted her eyes toward the empty living room. Sandra left the house quickly before Nora could finish her words while expressing her angry disapproval. Nora's worries appeared foolish to Sandra because they lacked any practicability. But now Nora knew she wasn’t crazy or delusional. But Nora realized she knew better. She felt it. “This was real.” Nora muttered, her eyes glanced at the note again. She leaped from the couch's seat without tak
Secretly The Nrillionaire Boss Dilemma of Emotions.
Lisa’s breath hitched. Lisa turned her head slowly, towards the door, and saw Eric, while Oliver was still on the line. Eric carried roses and looking at her, holding a mix of nervousness and strong will. She wasn’t ready for this. Not now. Not after Oliver’s bombshell. “Hello?” Oliver called, he was still on the phone. Lisa’s grip on her phone grew firmer. She did not hear Eric say her name before, he walked in, she was focused stayed fixed on her own thoughts. "Lisa?" The powerful beats of Lisa's heart covered up Oliver's attempt to speak on the phone. “Lisa, it’s me. Why are you looking shock?.” Eric spoke softly but his real concern came through the words. Her mind spun. This was too much. Through a deep intake of air she managed to control her feelings. Lisa quickly ended the call. “Hey…… hey! Eric! You are back,” Lisa said. She did not take note of his gifts. She placed the phone down and placed it upside down, fear written all over her face. She hesitated
Secretly The Nrillionaire Boss Fractured Promises.
Lisa was on the phone with Oliver once more, after promising not to. “Oliver, this is not a good time,” Lisa whispered into the phone speakers, and kept turning back to check if Eric was nearby. “What do you mean, by it is not a good time?” Oliver asked confusely over the phone. Lisa delayed in her response, “not now, I will call you later,” Lisa muttered. “What?” Oliver blunted. Lisa ended the call. Oliver stared at his phone confused. Lisa quickly stuck the phone in between her clothes, she exhaled, wiped off her eyes. “Isn’t this what I wanted? To leave Eric for good?” Lisa questioned herself, her heartbeat was still at a fast paste, even though she tried to calm down. “Yeah, my time is come, my wishes are now coming through,” Lisa said within herself. She nodded gently, as she came to her realization of her wishes are about to come to pass. “No need…… there is no need to be afraid, I just need to play the last card, before the game ends,” Lisa muttered within herself.
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The Meet Up.
When Nora looked at her phone's text a sudden wave of fear flowed to her body. “Meet me at Central Park at 11 PM for a meeting by yourself. Alone.” She read the message again. “Pizza Guy.” The name rang in her head. Flashback of events played in her mind, from mysterious men, to the strange delivery. Her stomach twisted. She did not hear that name again after many days except for those unsettling incidents. This couldn’t be real. It shouldn’t be real. Yet, there it was. The text in front of her demanded she trust its contents as she stared at her phone screen. A sudden deep inhalation pulled her from her thoughts. The text shocked both her and Sandra and we stopped what we were doing. Sandra reached for Nora’s phone. The sudden motion of Sandra taking her phone made Nora freeze. Sandra opened the text, and read it. Again. Sandra scrunched her eyebrows and her face turned strange as she tried to grasp what the text message said. “This is the Pizza Guy?” Nora swall
The Text.
Nora sat in the small café by a window that showed the dim light of a streetlamp shining through. She tapped her fingers on the table while her cell phone stayed flat face up without any light. She waited. No response. The message had been delivered. The call had gone through. But Eric wasn’t answering. Nora released a deep breath as she studied Sandra who stirred her coffee mindlessly while watching Nora intently. Sandra exhaled, breaking the silence. Sandra cut off her third spoonful with her words preparing Nora for her response. “Maybe he’s just busy.” She muttered. Nora shook her head. “No. Something’s wrong.” Sandra arched an eyebrow. “The fact he isn't responding to your text message alone feels wrong to you” Nora kept pushing with her response. “After I made my initial phone call he answered but seemed agitated during our conversation. He looked ready to share information, ready to hear what I’m about to say but our conversation ended before he could start.”
Perfect Distraction.
Eric was lost in thoughts. Eric accessed his valuables from an edge of his bed while holding the phone tightly in hand. His thoughts moved in chaotic patterns around the same points trying to interpret Nora's mysterious warning. Lisa presents different characteristics to those people who know her. Nora spoke with an immediate sense of desperation during that call. The phone call abruptly ended after she spoke her words. The moment Eric let out his breath his phone grip intensified. His unsettled mind suffered from confusion as the doubt started consuming him. During the past few days he noticed Lisa remained unperturbed about Oliver and effortlessly disregarded significant events along with showing constant cheerfulness about Oliver's wedding plans. Such insensitivity bewildered him. Nora's alarm during their phone call seemed impressive to me at that moment. Eric’s heart pounded. He needed answers. Now. The call button released a low buzz beneath his thumb which positio
Concealed intentions.
Eric Leaves the Rodriguez MansionAs Eric left the Rodriguez home his brain swirled with confusion from Mrs. Rodriguez's shock news.“Oliver is getting married.” He thought. “To who?” He asked within himself. The question gnawed at him. He blocked the idea from entering his thoughts. Since Lisa may have permanently departed from Oliver. The relationship between Oliver and his partner showed no signs of continuation.“And if that’s the case… Lisa will suffer heavy emotional pain when she discovers this news.” Eric proclaimed in his heart. He sighed. He falsely claimed she was based with Oliver and dishonest with him. But what if she wasn’t lying? He would be left with no valid reason to have rejected her.He took out his phone to check a missed call but chose to let it go unanswered. He had an urgent duty to perform.He needed to apologize.During his train journey he made up his mind to resolve their problemsIn the speeding train Eric took his place next to the window to watch as
Echoes of Lies.
Oliver exited his father’s office, the corners of his lips curving up with satisfaction. Victory felt good, but good felt even better when it was wrested from a man like Antonio Rodriguez. His father had spoken for him. Lisa would be his. Not that she had a lot of option left. As he fiddled with his cufflinks, rolling his shoulders with admiration of himself, he walked out of the room, only to run straight into……..Mrs. Rodriguez. His mother. She stood there in her neat navy dress, her dark, glistening eyes making him feel analyze him silently. Oliver's smirk sagged only for an instant before he smoothed it out again. “Mother,” he said smoothly. Mrs. Rodriguez arched a brow. “You seem quite smug, Oliver. Should I be concerned?” Oliver chuckled. “Not at all. Just had a good chat with Father.” Her expression didn’t change. “Must be that happy look on your mug?” Oliver stuffed his hands into his pockets and tilted his head. “I have his approval.” “Really?” She e
Common Nemesis.
LISA’S APARTMENT. Lisa held her phone hard while racing thoughts crossed her mind. The final message Oliver sent to her mind remained. "You should be thanking me."He thought he had won. He thought he had control. Lisa showed herself to various situations. Throughout several years she developed exceptional skills that allowed her to maintain an advantage over everyone else. When Oliver engaged in game activities Lisa became his opponent. But on her terms. She saw a loophole. Slow inhalation helped her calm down her body. Her tone returned to its first pleasant level as she resumed talking. Lisa decided to ask now that Oliver insisted they would be together permanently. “So you want me badly?” Lisa asked. A pause. “Yeah,” Oliver replied. Lisa appreciated her changing position of authority during the exchange. She coaxed his desires forward through her smiling question. Our discussion validated your stance on acquiring everything through any available method. “An
The Games Unfolds.
She held the couch firmly with such force that she left deep crevices in the fabric surface. Her heartbeats became a chaotic rhythm through anger and disbelief. “That witch!” Lisa blunted out. The strong emotions inside Nora shone brightly through her eyes as her anger mixed with pain and anger. Nora spat out these words with a pure acidic tone. “I hate Lisa!” Nora said. A deep breath failed to relax Sandra as she tried to gather herself. “Such evil,” Sandra added. Sandra ended her sentence abruptly as she shook her head and thought fast. She rushed from the couch to move about. “So let me get this straight. One cheating woman with two agendas prepares to marry another man while Eric remains clueless?” Nora said nothing in response. Nora held her fist tightly as she reacted with a strict expression. “And Eric has no clue?” Sandra asked. “Not a damn one,” Nora spat. She shook her head in disappointment. Sandra let out a loud mocking expression as she derived disple
Threads of Deception.
The pressure of Eric’s fingers around the scarf intensified as he faced Lisa. The white of his knuckles emerged while he watched Lisa through features that revealed nothing. “Whose. Scarf. Is this?!” Eric thundered. The hidden storm in his voice emerged through his disciplined speaking tone. Lisa's mind raced. She kept her eyes from the accusatory fabric that Eric held and instead focused them on everything else except his face. The scarf somehow entered her belongings without an explanation. “How?” Lisa asked herself. Her pulse quickened. Lisa wet her lips. She needed to say something. Anything. The words refused to move from her throat and they grew heavy. But she couldn’t mutter a word. Eric repeated “Lisa!”. A second time while increasing his intensity in his voice. “Answer me!” His eyes locked on her. “Eric, I don’t like your attitude, you…. You are changing why?” Lisa asked, that was the only word she could muster. “Answer my question!” Eric shot back. She to
Fake Love.
Lisa sauntered away, and Nora’s hands curled into fists as the echoes of her heels clicking against the marble floor. Nora watched Lisa as she cat-walked back to the elevator. She was angry as every fiber in her burned with a burning rage only seconds later. Nora realized that things has gotten more personal than before. “It seemed that Lisa had just admitted it, without shame, without hesitation. She was using Eric. Playing him. When she was done she would discard him like an old toy.” Nora said within herself. Nora clenched her jaw. “Not on my watch,” Nora muttered. She wouldn’t let this happen. Her stance was casual and almost arrogant, Lisa reached the elevator and pressed the button. Nora took a step forward. “You’ll regret this!” Lisa paused, Nora's voice echoed in the lobby. Gazing over her shoulder, Lisa let out a soft laugh. “Oh, sweetheart. People who make mistakes do not regret. She smirked. “And I don’t make mistakes.” The doors of the elevator slid open