Naira's breath caught in her throat as she exclaimed, "Oh, my God." The box she held seemed to emit an ethereal glow as she eagerly lifted the lid, revealing a dazzling diamond necklace nestled within. Her fingers delicately traced the contours of the large, glittering diamonds, captivated by their brilliance.With a hint of smugness, Jess Snickered and declared, "I knew it, you'd love it. That's why I brought it for you." His arrogance added an intriguing layer to the atmosphere, contrasting with the awe-inspiring beauty of the necklace.The onlookers in the office, engrossed in the unfolding scene, couldn't help but be drawn into the allure of the necklace. Its exquisite craftsmanship demanded appreciation and attention, making it clear that this was no ordinary piece of jewelry."Aww.. Jess. I'm so happy," Naira gushed, her eyes fixed on the mesmerizing necklace. The way it adorned her fingers sent shivers of delight down her spine.Jess's chest swelled with pride as Naira continue
"I swear by his deceased father," he sneered softly, frustration evident as he bent at the waist to pick up the bra she had discarded on the floor the previous night. "One day, I will endure all the torment and exact revenge on you, spoiled bitch," he huffed, tossing the bra over his shoulder and moving to tidy the disarray around the room. He diligently followed the instructions she had given him before heading to the office that morning.Could he truly believe that someone like Naira, in charge of the family business, would create such a mess in her room just due to her usual untidiness? It didn't add up. Something felt amiss, and a significant part of that was him.He was convinced that she had intentionally orchestrated this entire situation – a scheme to belittle him, diminish his significance, and exploit him as an unpaid cleaner. Surprisingly, despite being married, she treated him more like a household help than a husband. The marriage papers they had signed seemed almost inco
"Divorce?" The word escaped his lips, a mixture of disbelief and raw hurt in his voice. The handsome stranger, Robert, remained impassive, his presence casting a shadow that seemed to grow larger with each passing moment. Melvin's heart pounded in his chest, emotions swirling in a tempest of anger, hurt, and defiance. Meanwhile, Mrs. Edwards approached, her plump lips adorned with purple lipstick curling slightly after she took a sip of tea. "Ugh… you know, I despise tardy breakfasts. Mind your actions and pick up the pace," she admonished, rolling her eyes at him. Melvin swallowed his anxiety and nodded, not so much afraid of the woman herself, but rather the fact that Naira was waiting outside. He thought he could deal with the situation later as he believed Naira'd not leave her easily. Not for this man atleast. "Good boy," Mrs. Edwards praised before preparing to move away. Just then, Melvin seized what he thought was a prime opportunity to slip away with the file. Unbeknownst
It felt as if the universe had tuned into his inner thoughts, with no intention of allowing him another opportunity to feel regret. The phone's ring broke the moment, announcing another call from the same number. This time, a faint smile tugged at the corner of Melvin's lips, a glimmer of anticipation or curiosity crossing his face."Hello." He spoke, pressing the phone next to his ear. A shaky, tired voice echoed from the other end of the line, carrying the words "My dear grandson!" After such a long time, hearing those words sent a chill down his spine, as if a wave of emotions and memories had suddenly surged back into his consciousness. There was a quality in the voice that caused Melvin to set aside the past and fixate solely on the current situation, on what might be troubling his grandfather. Why wasn't his voice its usual self?"Are you okay, grandpa?" Melvin's voice, laced with concern, broke in. He couldn't recall a time when his grandfather had sounded so frail, not even
A painful knot formed in his chest as he grappled with the idea that Naira might actually heed her mother's advice and consider ending their marriage. The uncertainty of his future gnawed at him. Where would he find himself if he were no longer beside her? The questions swirled in his mind, mirroring the tearful chaos of his eyes.And then, in a moment that seemed almost symbolic, a sharp, searing pain cut through the noise of his thoughts. "Ahhh…" he groaned involuntarily, the sting of pain jolting him back to reality as the blade slipped and he accidentally nicked his finger. The vibrant red of blood mingled with the pale slices of onion, a stark reminder of his vulnerability. The physical pain, though sharp, paled in comparison to the emotional wounds inflicted by Naira's words.Melvin's swift footsteps took him to the wash basin, urgency in his every movement. He twisted the tap, unleashing a stream of water that cascaded over his injured finger, washing away the crimson evidence
With a sigh that carried a mix of frustration and resignation, he muttered to himself, the sound a private outlet for his emotions, his pride smarting from the recent humiliation he had endured.As his fingers deftly smoothed the sheets, making the bed with mechanical precision, he processed the conflicting feelings that churned within him. Amid the flurry of his thoughts, Melvin's phone buzzed with a reminder that cut through the haze. The text message illuminated his screen, a stark reminder of his obligation to be present at the office that day—his own office. "Oh, how can I forget that," he berated himself, his palm meeting his forehead in a light slap that resonated with a mixture of surprise. He hastened to get ready.Rushing through his preparations, Melvin arrived at his office with a sense of urgency coursing through his veins. He had taken the effort to dress smartly, a crisp white shirt neatly tucked into his black pants. A smile adorned his lips, a clear reflection of h
As Melvin walked through the corridors of the office, a whirlwind of emotions surged within him. It was as if an invisible force had lifted him from the mundane and elevated him to the heavens. Each step felt like a stride of triumph, resonating with a newfound sense of empowerment.His heart swelled with a mixture of pride and exhilaration. The weight of the recent humiliation he had faced at Naira's house seemed to dissipate with every echoing footfall. Here, within these walls, he felt a stark contrast to the role he was relegated to at home, an existence that felt more like that of a househelp than an equal partner.He relished the sensation of being in charge, feeling a sense of authority and respect that he often missed elsewhere. The weight of his responsibilities, the power he held, and the choices he could make all combined to give him a feeling of significance that he had long yearned for.As he continued to walk, his chest seemed to expand, his breaths deeper and more fulfi
The manager opened the door and stepped away, making room for him to enter. A feeling of old memories filled the air around him. When Melvin walked in, the elderly man sat up from the back leather seat, stood with energy, and walked over to Melvin, arms open wide. He was very happy to see his grandson and gave him a big, warm hug."Oh, my Melvin... It's so good to have you back," he said, hugging him tightly and showing how much he cared.The old man embraced Melvin warmly, showing how much he cared. Melvin's feelings were a bit mixed. He remembered how this very person had caused him a lot of trouble, making him angry. Those memories from the past made the hug feel uncomfortable, and he pulled back a little, the past flooding back in his mind."Thanks!" Melvin's voice held brevity as he acknowledged the warm hug. He kept his emotions guarded, a reserve he had mastered over time. However, his grandfather, perceptive as ever, noticed the distance in Melvin's response.The old man's ey
Naira's breath caught in her throat as she exclaimed, "Oh, my God." The box she held seemed to emit an ethereal glow as she eagerly lifted the lid, revealing a dazzling diamond necklace nestled within. Her fingers delicately traced the contours of the large, glittering diamonds, captivated by their brilliance.With a hint of smugness, Jess Snickered and declared, "I knew it, you'd love it. That's why I brought it for you." His arrogance added an intriguing layer to the atmosphere, contrasting with the awe-inspiring beauty of the necklace.The onlookers in the office, engrossed in the unfolding scene, couldn't help but be drawn into the allure of the necklace. Its exquisite craftsmanship demanded appreciation and attention, making it clear that this was no ordinary piece of jewelry."Aww.. Jess. I'm so happy," Naira gushed, her eyes fixed on the mesmerizing necklace. The way it adorned her fingers sent shivers of delight down her spine.Jess's chest swelled with pride as Naira continue
Naira's frustration flared, and her voice trembled with a mix of anger and exasperation as she addressed Melvin. "Melvin, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Her teeth were gritted, her eyes ablaze with intensity, as she confronted her husband.Before Melvin could muster a response, Jess, a sudden intrusion into the escalating tension, chimed in. "Look, Naira, your useless husband is fighting with me." Jess spoke with a hint of superiority, adjusting his disheveled collar and meticulously dusting off the creases on his sleeves.Melvin, seething with anger, retorted, "Mind your language," his voice dripping with irritation. He made a menacing move toward Jess, as if he were about to grab the man's collar once more. But Naira, with a swift, firm tug, pulled him back."Enough, Melvin," Naira snapped, her tone resolute. "This is not a battleground; it's my office. Behave yourself." Her voice commanded authority, and the strength of her grip left no room for argument.Melvin's eyes l
As the sun dipped low in the sky, casting long shadows across the sleek, modern building, a crisp, "Good afternoon, Sir," rang out from the security guard, his uniform immaculate in navy blue, his demeanor disciplined and respectful. The guard saluted as the enigmatic man strolled confidently into the entrance. Clutched in his hand was a bag, its contents concealed, leaving an air of intrigue.The glass doors glided open with a soft hiss, making way for his entrance. All eyes within the reception area turned to follow this mysterious newcomer, curiosity and speculation swirling in the air like a palpable mist.Amid the commotion, Melvin, a man whose animated discussion with the receptionist had garnered attention of its own, swiveled his head to gaze upon the unexpected visitor. The deep furrows on his brow deepened further as he observed the enigmatic figure in the midst of the office.A flood of thoughts rushed through Melvin's mind. "What's he doing here?" he pondered, his emotions
"Uhm, well, you're Sasha," Tara stammered, attempting to redirect the conversation. She flashed a nervous giggle at Melvin, her discomfort palpable. "He does seem to have a knack for carrying files, doesn't he?"The atmosphere was charged with tension as Tara's comment hung in the air, a palpable reminder of her earlier imprudent remark. She tried to recover, her voice unsteady as she turned to Melvin."He looks good walking behind you, doesn't he?" Tara inquired, her words laced with an air of flirtation as she attempted to change the subject. "By the way, would you mind lending your services to me for a day? I have some work at the office that could use some extra manpower."Melvin found himself caught in the middle of a surreal confrontation, feeling like an object being bartered between these two women who were now subtly vying for his assistance. The subtext was not lost on him, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease. They were treating him as if he were just a cog in
Melvind found himself locked in a silent exchange with her, attempting to decipher the cryptic message hidden within her words. He furrowed his brow, his mind racing as he grappled with the meaning behind her directive."Get out of the car," she repeated, her voice unwavering as she gestured towards a stack of files reclining casually on the backseat, almost as if they were sharing a secret. Her eyes, unyielding and determined, bore into his, leaving him to question the gravity of the task at hand.His gaze shifted from the tantalizing mystery of the files to her unwavering countenance. It was a poker face, a visage that betrayed no inkling of jest. There was no room for doubt. "What are you staring at?" she snapped, her tone commanding, like a seasoned captain of industry. "I don't have time. Do it quickly."Without uttering a single word, Melvind turned the car's key, sending the engine into slumber, and exited the vehicle. The world outside was shrouded in a sense of urgency, as i
Naira stirred, her body protesting as she stretched and reached for the remnants of a night's sleep that had not been particularly peaceful. A dull ache spiraled down her spine as she straightened her back. With a resigned sigh, she realized that she hadn't slept in an appropriate position all night, thanks to the unsettling presence of her husband, Melvin.Her eyes wandered to the figure sleeping beside her, his features peaceful in slumber. But that serenity was at odds with the bitter memory of his words from the previous night. "I hate your mother," he had said, words that lingered in her mind like a bitter aftertaste.Curling her lips in disappointment, Naira swung her feet over the edge of the bed, her thoughts a jumble of conflicted emotions. She couldn't shake the feeling that a storm was brewing beneath the surface of their relationship, one that threatened to disrupt the fragile peace that they had known until now.Naira hurriedly got ready for her office, her reflection in
Naira's emotions flared into an intense, burning rage at the sound of Melvin's words. How dare he misbehave regarding her mother? The anger surged within her, causing her chest to heave as he loomed over her, his touch sending shivers of revulsion through her.For as long as Naira could remember, she had maintained a strict boundary, never allowing Melvin to breach the walls she had erected around her. He had never dared to come closer, always respecting her distance. What had emboldened him today, she wondered? She resolved to uncover the source of his newfound courage, but for now, the immediate task at hand was to wrestle him off.Melvin's voice quivered as he admitted, "Your mom, I don't like her." His words were tinged with an unexpected emotional vulnerability, a torrent of memories flooding his mind – recollections of the times he had been belittled by his mother-in-law. Unconsciously, he continued to twirl a strand of her hair between his fingers.In that unguarded moment, Mel
Naira's voice quivered as she confronted him, her words laced with a simmering anger. Her back was firmly pressed against the unforgiving wall, her face etched with defiance.Melvin, in response, decisively turned her to face him. The blaze in her eyes was unmistakable, a reflection of the fury that consumed her. He had breached the boundaries she had meticulously set, and the breach was unforgivable."Do you desire retribution?" he inquired, a glint of intrigue in his eyes.Naira swallowed hard, feeling a newfound audacity rise within her. Challenging him openly was an uncommon act for her, but this night felt exceptional, different from the norm. Melvin had transformed, and the unpredictability in his demeanor was unsettling. It was challenging to discern whether he burned with the fervor of passion or the icy grip of vengeance.With a firm push, she sent him stumbling backward, then briskly made her way to the bed. Her words carried an edge of impatience as she spoke, her plans fo
Her gaze followed the contours of his neck, tracing the rhythmic rise and fall as he swallowed nervously. His lips, tantalizingly parted, beckoned her in closer.Naira, pressed against the wall, quivered like a leaf swaying on a precarious branch, trembling at the mere caress of the faintest breeze. "Stop, Melvin," she managed to whisper, her voice a fragile thread of resistance.Melvin's response was a shushing gesture, a single finger pressed gently against her quivering lips. Yet, it was the smoldering intensity in his eyes that silenced her more effectively than any words ever could.Drawing closer, he bridged the chasm of empty space that had separated them. The room itself seemed to pulse with the palpable waves of pleasure, akin to a vast sea surging with desires and the ever-mounting tension of an unquenched, fiery passion."You've always been one to ride the impatient broom," he whispered, his voice a seductive murmur. A glint of mischief danced in the small gap between them,