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Secretly The Nrillionaire Boss Gone.
Eric clutched the key so hard his knuckles went white.He inserted it into the lock, and scowled.It didn't turn.Didn't give.The door… was already open.Eric stood still.A shiver of unease swept over him, cold as ice, even though sweat continued to run down his face.He tightened his hold on the doorknob and pushed it cautiously, softly.The door groaned open, reluctant and slow, as if fighting him.A creaking, low sound that resembled an echo down the empty hallway.Eric stepped in.The space was dimly lit, with only the dull gray light of the windows.The scent of Lisa's perfume, floral, soft, once soothing, was faint now.Almost gone.Eric's heart racing as he stepped inside."Lisa?" he said softly, tentatively.No response.The apartment felt… wrong.Hollow in a way he couldn't articulate.He swallowed hard and went further in, his boots thudding softly on the wooden floor.The living room was neat.Too neat.The throw blanket that always hung sloppily over the couch was folded
Secretly The Nrillionaire Boss The Betrayal
Eric wiped the sweat from his brow as the sun beat down on the Rodriguez estate. He was crouched in front of the perfectly manicured flowerbeds, carefully trimming the delicate roses that Mrs. Rodriguez cherished more than anything, more than any of her servants, certainly more than him. The sharp scent of freshly cut stems filled the air, and the rhythmic sound of the shears clipping away at the blooms brought Eric a rare moment of peace.That moment, however, was short-lived.“Eric!” Mrs. Rodriguez’s sharp voice pierced through the stillness. She stormed toward him, heels clicking against the stone path. Her designer dress fluttered in the slight breeze, but there was nothing light about her mood.She sighed. “What do you think you’re doing to my roses?!” she spat, glaring down at him.Startled, Eric stood quickly, dropping the shears at his feet. “I….I was trimming them, Mrs. Rodriguez. Just like you asked.”Eric was looking confused. Mrs. Rodriguez crossed her arms, her lips
Secretly The Nrillionaire Boss Secret Love
The cool night air greeted Eric as he stepped out of Lisa’s house, the sounds of laughter and music fading behind him. His heart pounded in his chest, but his face remained emotionless. He didn’t want to show it. Not now. Not after seeing her like that, on Oliver’s lap. The image of Lisa, smiling and laughing with him, played on repeat in his mind, but Eric forced himself to swallow the lump in his throat.He glanced down at the small gift still clutched in his hand. It was wrapped in simple brown paper, a delicate necklace inside a gift he had saved for, worked for, dreamed of giving to her. And now, it felt meaningless. But despite the hurt, something inside him refused to give up completely. Maybe she didn’t mean it. Maybe she had been drunk or caught up in the party. Maybe… maybe he still mattered to her.“I need to give her time,” Eric said. With a resigned sigh, Eric turned and walked down the road, the sound of his footsteps lost in the stillness of the evening. He didn’t go
Secretly The Nrillionaire Boss The Shattering Truth
Eric pulled away, because he wanted to be loyal to Lisa, no matter what. “Excuse me, I have to go, thanks for the coffee,” Eric said, Nora sighed as Eric stood up and to take his leave. “Eric?” She called. Eric turned. “Yes?”“Be safe,” Nora blunted. Eric nodded and he walked out of the store, the door rings the top bell, and it rang again, as another man walked in. Nora exhaled, as she felt that desire for love but Eric heart was somewhere, even though, it wasn’t appreciated. “I will give him time,” Nora muttered. Nora glanced on the table and she saw that Eric forgot the necklace, the gift he bought for Lisa. Nora quickly looked outside if she could see him but he was lost in the night. Nora knew that he had to give him when next they met but she was curious. Nora sat where Eric sat she opened the wrapper and took a glance at the necklace. “Wow,” Nora muttered. The necklace had a silver pendant, saying the word MY LOVE. “This is wonderful,” Nora said, adoring the neck
Secretly The Nrillionaire Boss The After Party.
The bar was loud, the thumping bass of the music vibrating through Eric’s chest as he walked inside. It was packed, filled with people dancing, laughing, and shouting over the music. For a moment, he felt out of place, a bitter reminder of how far removed he was from this world, the world that Lisa now seemed to belong to.Eric’s eyes scanned the crowd, his jaw clenched tight as he searched for Oliver. The anger that had been bubbling inside him ever since Lisa’s manipulative words was now boiling over. He didn’t care about the stares from strangers or the fact that he didn’t belong here. He only cared about confronting Oliver and getting answers.Finally, in the back corner, Eric saw him. Oliver was seated at a large booth, surrounded by a group of people, boys and girls alike, laughing and drinking as if they didn’t have a care in the world. A few girls were dancing around the table, and Oliver, with a cocky smirk plastered on his face, sat back like he owned the place.For a moment
Secretly The Nrillionaire Boss The Gardener
Eric’s hands trembled as he adjusted the brim of his cap, trying to mask his bruised face and uneasy gaze. Eric wiped off the sweat from his face in the garden that felt suddenly too small, he stared in shock as Mrs. Rodriguez walked into view, arm linked with a young man whose smirk sent a chill down Eric’s spine. It was Oliver, the same Oliver, from last night’s fight. The one who was about to steal his girlfriend, and publicly humiliated him, and nearly beaten him to a pulp.Eric remember those words of Oliver from last night YOU DON’T BELONG HERE! Eric became furious. Oliver looked at him and chuckled, he also had cut on his lips. Oliver on the other hand was shocked. He felt his pulse quicken, and he hoped Mrs. Rodriguez wouldn’t notice his expression. Just hours ago, this very person was seated arrogantly in the bar, after ruining his day floating wealth in front of Lisa, in the name of friendship. And now, here he was, on the Rodriguez estate, laughing with his supposed
Secretly The Nrillionaire Boss Nora
Eric’s sigh was heavy, full of frustration, as he felt the weight of his situation press down on him. He was surrounded by the pristine gardens he’d maintained for so long, but for the first time, he felt like a stranger in them. The insults, the betrayal, and now the smug mockery of Oliver had piled up, turning his anger inward. “Lisa why? Maybe I am overthinking it,” Eric said within himself. How had he let himself end up here? He had put everything he had into making Lisa happy, into proving himself worthy, and now he was left with nothing, nothing but the sting of humiliation and a bruised ego.Eric sighed “it all will be good, I believe that, it is all matter of time,” The hours dragged on, and Eric poured his energy into the meticulous task of trimming hedges and watering the plants.“I need to finish this hedges before Mrs. Rodriguez visits the again, I don’t want insult or added stress,” Eric snapped going back to work after remembering Mrs. Rodriguez attitude. The repeti
Secretly The Nrillionaire Boss Come Alone
Eric got the address for the meet up, Nora sent him the text, given an instruction, that says COME ALONE.Eric felt it strange , he sighed and continued his work, gathering the weeds, as he concluded for the day. Eric closed from work, heading back to Lisa’s place, that is where he actually lives, because he had issues with his rent, of his former apartment. Eric got home late, he worked back home. He met Lisa already asleep, he refreshed up and he couldn’t wake her up, because he still felt hurt. Eric thought about what Nora said, that what is it was true? Or is Nora trying to scatter their relationship, because they are friends, considering her action in the cafe. Those questions roam around his head, he decided not to see Nora too night anymore, he went to bed. Eric woke up the next morning with a feeling of heaviness in his chest. Those thoughts came back instantly, he resumed from where he stop, Nora words and Lisa actions. “Not now,” Eric said within himself, he held his
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Gone.
Eric clutched the key so hard his knuckles went white.He inserted it into the lock, and scowled.It didn't turn.Didn't give.The door… was already open.Eric stood still.A shiver of unease swept over him, cold as ice, even though sweat continued to run down his face.He tightened his hold on the doorknob and pushed it cautiously, softly.The door groaned open, reluctant and slow, as if fighting him.A creaking, low sound that resembled an echo down the empty hallway.Eric stepped in.The space was dimly lit, with only the dull gray light of the windows.The scent of Lisa's perfume, floral, soft, once soothing, was faint now.Almost gone.Eric's heart racing as he stepped inside."Lisa?" he said softly, tentatively.No response.The apartment felt… wrong.Hollow in a way he couldn't articulate.He swallowed hard and went further in, his boots thudding softly on the wooden floor.The living room was neat.Too neat.The throw blanket that always hung sloppily over the couch was folded
The Rush for The Truth.
Eric did not want to hear anything else.The second those last poisonous words left Nora’s lips,”She’s marrying Oliver” he ended the call.Exactly like that.No goodbye.No questions.No screams.His thumb struck against the red button as though it had burned him, and the phone fell loosely against his leg.Nora was probably still talking on the other end, trying to explain, to soften the blow, to make excuses or give him warnings, but Eric didn't need to hear it.He didn't require explanations.He needed one thing.Answers.Real ones.Straight from Lisa’s mouth.And he was going to get them.Eric turned around, dismissing the fact that the world appeared to turn along with him.He did not even take the time to collect the tools he dropped when he got shocked.He just thrust the envelope, the accursed envelope that had caused all this, back into his pocket.His heart pounded against his chest, every beat resounding in his ears louder than the last.Sweat glued his shirt to his back as
Truth.
Eric remained still under the scorching sun, his hands quivering slightly as the paper that fell between his fingers soaked up the moisture from his palms.The envelope was already torn open. What he saw inside was a blow to the solar plexus, a straight shot to the middle of his chest, and he could not breathe in the hot, muggy midday air.A letter, formal, official, and impersonal.He read the opening lines again, his eyes scanning the crude black print, searching desperately for some concealed word or sentence that would lessen the impact, some reason that would make everything add up.But there wasn’t one. Only brutal finality.This letter serves as official notification of the termination of your employment at the Rodriguez Estate, effective one week from today…The words fuzzed a little, his vision constricting at the periphery, but he made himself continue reading.And then the following section:"By way of gratitude for your devotion throughout the years, you will be granted a
The Letter.
As the minute passes, Oliver’s shoes crunched against the gravel path cutting through the garden, the air grew still. That his presence was abnormal in this part of the estate. Almost… invasive. This was Eric’s place, his sanctuary, and watching Oliver here who was grinning that smug grin and had that envelope tucked behind his back, was the same feeling as Predator strolling into a meadow full of deer.Eric straightened himself off, getting soil off his palms, and met him halfway across the trimmed hedges.Eric’s gut tightened with unease and he tried to lay it off with a cautious, “Didn’t see you out here,” though he wasn’t sure Eric would buy it.Hands still behind him, Oliver stopped and his head tilted in a mock gesture of politeness. “I was just… taking a walk. Admiring your work.”Eric’s brow furrowed. “What do you want, Oliver?”The smile grew sharper.“Nothing.” Slightly turning to look at the tulips along the edge of the path, he did so. “Is there no way for me to go visit t
The White Envelope.
From its leisurely position the sun painted the Rodriguez estate with its golden radiance which fell upon both the trimmed hedges and the garden beds that Eric had tended for twelve months. Only consistent and thorough repetition could have produced the flawless condition of the estate grounds. The perfectly maintained grass reached a precise point between short and long. Flower beds displayed a synchronized display of various colors. Silent artifacts of both finance and organization remained behind the topiaries after their sculpting process.Eric dedicated all his time to this residence spending every hour and day of his existence.From his knees he studied the floral line of petunias as a petal felt as delicate as silk beneath his thumb. The current dampness in the soil remained from the pre-dawn watering and the earth released its fragrant smell across the sky. His activities of digging, planting and pruning operated like a trance which brought him calmness by drowning out mental
The Game of Mask.
Nora stood motionless under the streetlamp feeling the night's chill still in her bones, as she sat in bench, in the park, while her thoughts ran wild with the strange man's words. “I worked for Eric’s father.” The words of that sentence played continuous refrains in her thoughts. The shaking photograph which she held provided concrete evidence that he was telling the truth. The proof uncovered that Eric's existence was involved in profound frightening secrets she never suspected. And yet, he had vanished. Just like that. Her legs remained paralyzed because she wished to chase him for more explanations. She remained unmoving while seating at the park center because a single searing question hammered through her mind. Eric needed to know about the information that someone was concealing from his knowledge. The process of concealment left her puzzled about what motives drove everyone to secrecy. Eric woke up when the feeble sunlight passed through the bedroom blinds. Th
The Warning.
Nora thought hard but her mind was spinning while doubts and suspicion took over. What she heard from him stayed in her mind because he revealed, "I used to work for Eric's father.". Who was this man? He wanted Nora far from Eric because of an unknown reason. Despite the chilly nighttime temperature she continued to grow more upset. She desired authentic details about her situation rather than receiving further vague guidelines. He resisted her every attempt for information. She yearned to discover the truth because he did not stop her inquiries. The man gripped his coat pockets and appeared ready to defend himself physically. Nora saw through his protective expression to sense what he tried to hide beneath. Regret? Fear? She couldn’t tell. She held the question firm as she asked it one more time because she would not accept silence any longer. “What does that mean? What were you to him?” He looked away from her and toward the horizon with a small movement of his head
Buried Truths.
Nora was furious The man turned to leave. As Nora looked at the stranger turn away his figure vanished into the changing shadows of the park ward. She should have let him go. She should have chosen to depart on her own. An instinctive part of Nora pushed her to interrupt to ask him to stop. “Wait!” Her voice emerged as intense but trembling cries. The man halted mid-step. For a moment, he didn’t turn. He kept his back toward her as his stiff posture revealed his strong emotions. Nora put self-respect aside to take control of her emotions. She repeated herself askingly this time. “I need answers.” “Okay? I…. I’m just having a bad day,” Nira said. A heavy silence followed. Then, slowly, he turned. His gaze explored her face to figure out some idea his behavior did not express. After considering, Nora put the pepper spray back into her handbag. A silent truce. The man took her signal to proceed. From his starting position he walked forward one step before ind
SHADOWS AND WARNINGS.
Nora's intense bodily shudder which gripped her from the base of her neck. Nora remained motionless at Central Park while her heartbeat produced such strong auditory signals that she could hear it thumping. The dim electric lights above shifted and created ghastly silhouettes that highlighted empty spaces. By the dim light the man standing in the dark stayed outside its reach while his features dissolved into the night. Nora felt a strong internal voice telling her to flee for safety. The chill in her fingers caused her to slowly retreat from the scene. Nora turned slowly to the direction of the voice. “Who….. who… is there?” She asked. The figure didn’t answer. The figure proceeded with a methodical single step towards her. Nora’s pulse jumped. “Don’t take another step!” She ordered him to halt with a loud voice while standing alone in the deserted park. The man held his position because the darkness covered his facial details. Nora panted heavily while she tried t
