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Secretly The Nrillionaire Boss Truth and Lies.
The morning atmospheric conditions were bracing outside yet Eric maintained a heavy tension inside his living area which suffocated the air. The coffee mug stayed unwrapped in his grasp as he sat at the edge of the couch. Twice he looked up from his smartphone screen toward the door of his apartment as thoughts circled his brain. Lisa hadn’t called last night. The way she phoned this morning left him feeling discomfort in the atmosphere. He remembered the sound in the background during the call. Any sound of a car horn continued repeating in his mind. Lisa informed him she spent time at a friend's place yet city sounds from her background clearly refuted this claim. The house where she stayed with her friend found itself located within a neighborhood characterized by silence rather than city noise along with vehicle honking sounds. It was impossible to know where she vanished to. Eric clenched his jaw. Since his sixth sense alerted him to an issue he decided to dodge his usual
Secretly The Nrillionaire Boss The standoff.
Nora froze in her spot by the threshold because her breathing turned heavy. Nora couldn’t believe her eyes. She wasn’t expecting to see Lisa. She never expected Lisa to open the door among all those other potential individuals. Lisa?The whole mission was in jeopardy. Nora couldn’t move a muscle, so as Lisa. The period of time between them felt endless. The hallway remained empty while city wind noises coming from the fifth-floor window served as the only audible presence. Lisa quickly used her eyes to size up Nora, scanning from her toes to jeans trouser, and top, neglecting her curvy figure. Lisa gave her a quizzical look. As Lisa clenched the doorknob Lisa seemed as surprised as Nora. A shifting expression crossed her face showing first astonishment followed by strategic planning and then an enigmatic look she did not reveal. Lisa partially blocked Nora from seeing or coming into the room, as a strategy. Nora swallowed hard. She began with an unsteady tone when she a
Secretly The Nrillionaire Boss BOMBSHELL
Eric positioned himself at the doorway while his forehead formed a frown to witness Lisa accompany Nora to the lobby. Something was off. He could feel it. When Lisa extended to walk Nora to the lobby Eric reacted with surprise. The behavior felt inappropriate given her typical subtle manner because it appeared both too emphatic and too demanding. Current observation of tense interaction between Lisa and Nora causes his stomach to knot. “Lisa?” He called. Lisa turned to him. His tone revealed suspicion during the inquiry as he said “Everything okay?” to Lisa. A pretty dimpled grin emerged from Lisa's face as she looked at him. “Of course. Why wouldn’t it be?” Eric’s gaze flickered to Nora. Nora looked away. She looked uneasy. The purse strap clenching in her hands and her sporadic foot movements caused her to wish she could escape the situation. Nora was away that her mission has failed and Eric was still lost in the lies. He narrowed his eyes. Nora briefly paused be
Secretly The Nrillionaire Boss 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
Secretly The Nrillionaire Boss 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
Secretly The Nrillionaire Boss 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
Secretly The Nrillionaire Boss 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
Secretly The Nrillionaire Boss 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
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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
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
