Joe stepped outside, blinking against the harsh sunlight. The murmuring crowd immediately drew his attention. Mr. Adam was standing near the gate, he looked frustrated. “Miss, this is private property!” Mr. Adam said. “You can’t be doing this here!” Joe frowned, walking closer to the scene. His presence quickly caught Mr. Adam’s attention. “I can handle this,” Joe said calmly. Mr. Adam glanced at him, and he looked doubtful. “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Mr. Adam muttered, shaking his head. “This could turn ugly.” Joe took a breath and put a hand on Mr. Adam’s shoulder. “Trust me,” he said firmly. Mr. Adam didn’t look convinced but stepped aside reluctantly. The minute Joe moved forward his eyes landed on Rosie. “There he is!” she shouted. “The man of the hour—the betrayer!” Joe’s chest tightened. Rosie. He hadn’t seen her in months, but here she was, standing at the forefront of a group of women, looking more furious than ever. “Rosie,” Joe spoke up. “What is thi
Mr. Adam walked into Joe’s office,several hours later. Joe’s eyes immediately shifted to him. He was eager to know how things had turned out with Rosie. "How did it go?" Joe asked. He leaned back in his chair, trying to appear calm, but his fingers drummed impatiently on the armrests. Mr. Adam sighed deeply before speaking. "I managed to get her to leave," he began, rubbing the back of his neck. "But before she left, she called the media. They showed up just as I was getting her off the property. She's up to something, Joe." Joe's eyes narrowed. "I know," he said quietly. "She's always up to something.” “I regret having something to do with her.” Joe added,with a grim tone. Mr. Adam crossed his arms as he leaned against the edge of the desk. "So, what’s the plan? How do you intend to handle this?" Joe glanced out the window for a moment, watching as the sun started to descend. After a long pause, he looked back at Mr. Adam. "I don’t know yet but I will find a way to take c
"My ex is trying to ruin my life," Joe said, finally breaking the silence between them. Timothy’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Oh!" he exclaimed. "Wait, are you talking about the crazy lady who showed up at your company?" Joe furrowed his brow. "How do you know about that?" Timothy reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone. "It’s all over the internet, man. You haven’t seen it?" He tapped his screen a few times, then handed the phone over to Joe. "Here. Take a look." Joe’s stomach dropped as he stared at the video playing on the screen. It was footage of Rosie at his company, shouting about how he had abandoned her, claiming to be pregnant with his child. The crowd, the chaos—everything from earlier that day had been captured and uploaded for the world to see. The video had thousands of views already. "This is bad," Joe muttered. He handed the phone back to Timothy, feeling a wave of dread wash over him. "Don’t let it get to you," Timothy said. "As far as you didn’
The man stood still, his dark coat blending into the shadows as he looked at Joe. He hadn’t said a word yet. He stood simply staring at Joe. "Why do you keep showing up at my house? And what business do you have with my family?" Joe demanded. The man raised an eyebrow, tilting his head slightly as if he were clueless. "Do I know you?" Joe clenched his fists. "What do you mean, do you know me? You’re the same guy who told me to steal from my girlfriend’s father, remember? Don’t act like you don’t know!" The man’s expression didn’t change. He blinked slowly, then shrugged. "I have no idea who you are or what you’re talking about." “That’s bullshit!” Joe yelled. “Don’t try to fucking pretend because it wouldn’t work on me.” "What are you hiding?" he snapped, taking a step closer. “I’m sorry. I don’t know who you are or what you want from me, " the man said. “That’s a fucking lie!” Joe said. “I’m not going leave you until you finally tell the truth.” “What are you smoking kid?
Jeremy’s expression changed, and I saw a hint of concern in his eyes. “Are you sure you really want to hear the bad news?” He asked, and Joe looked at him with a glare. “Stop asking questions and just lay it on me!” Joe said in a bold tone. Jeremy was hesitant, and my patience was wearing thin. “Jeremy!” Joe called out, and Jeremy adjusted a bit due to the tone of my voice. "Alright,” he began. “The bad news is that the media’s picked up on Rosie’s stunt yesterday at the company. It’s gaining traction, and people are starting to ask questions. Investors are getting nervous, and we’ve received a few emails from concerned partners." Jeremy took a step forward as he continued to speak. “The man who was supposed to meet up with us for the business deal—he canceled,” he said in a low tone. Joe, seated behind his desk, adjusted himself forward. His brow furrowed in confusion. “Canceled? What do you mean?” “He doesn’t want to talk about the proposal anymore. He called in earlier t
Joe's eyes were still fixed on the screen as Rosie spilled out more words. “Joe came to my house to threaten me, to silence me,” Rosie continued in a saddened tone. “But I will not be silenced. I deserve justice, and I will get it.” Her voice cracked just slightly as she spoke up. "This isn’t just for me. This is for every woman who's been pushed around, told to be quiet, or forced to live in fear because a man thought he had the upper hand." She looked into the camera with a piercing gaze. "I want other women to join me, to stand up and claim the justice they deserve. Nothing will stop me." Joe felt his heart pounding as Rosie’s accusations took a darker turn. Rosie leaned forward in the video, and a calm look took over her face. “I have more to say about Joe,” she continued, her voice lowering to an almost whisper. "When we were together before he left me, he snuck into my father’s study and stole important business documents. That was filled with ideas and plans that my fathe
“Are you insane?” Mr Adam shouted as Joe walked out of the estate the following day. “This plan is the only way out,” Joe said in a low tone as one of the maids passed by him. “There are other ways to approach this!” Mr Adam said in a firm voice. “What do you expect me to do? Silence her with money, Rosie’s father is freaking rich. She’s not going to want my money. The only way I can stop her is by doing this.” Mr. Adam furrowed his brows. “So you think kidnapping her would actually stop her? Aren’t you thinking about the consequences that comes with it, what if the media finds out?” “I'm going to be too careful, " Joe said, getting into the car. There’s no need to worry.” Mr Adam didn’t look convinced by Joe’s words, but he didn’t say anything after that. Joe started his car, zooming off immediately. His eyes were focused as he navigated the city streets, eventually pulling up at the diner Timothy had mentioned. As he entered, Joe could feel eyes on him. People whispered an
“So, you need someone taken care of?” Ben asked bluntly, turning to look at Joe and Timothy, who were walking behind him. His eyes were on Joe, and Joe saw this as his cue to respond. “Not exactly taken care of,” Joe replied, feeling the weight of Ben’s stare. “Just... managed. I want you to make sure she knows she’s overstepped.” Ben’s lips curled into a smirk. “Right. The ex-girlfriend, huh?” Joe glanced at Timothy, who shrugged. “Ben’s a man who likes to stay informed.” Joe took a deep breath, choosing his words carefully. “She’s been spreading lies. She is doing everything she can to ruin me. I need her... discouraged. But I don’t want it to come back to me.” Ben crossed his arms, eyeing Joe thoughtfully. “Discouraged. Alright. I’ll see what I can do. But there’s a price.” Joe nodded. “Money isn’t an issue.” Ben raised an eyebrow. “Good. Then we’re on the same page.” Ben turned to look at Timothy. “You know what to do.” Timothy nodded, and after that, they turned to lea