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A Familiar Stranger;The Mystery Deepens
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No More Mrs. Nice Girl The Lie That Changed Everything
I stood there, my mind spinning as he continued. "Mila, the reason I asked you to come here is because you deserve to know the truth about what happened to you—especially about that test, the one where they told you that you couldn’t conceive. It was all a lie, Mila. Those results were faked, part of a plan to make you believe something that was never true."I felt like I was in a fog. "What are you saying? That someone lied to me about my own test results?"“Yes,” he said gently. “Someone close to you made sure those results said you couldn’t have children. They knew that Alex desperately wanted a family, and they used that against him.”My heart sank, a sick feeling building inside me. “But who would go that far? Why?”He looked at me, his eyes filled with something like regret. “Lily,” he said finally. “She was behind it, but she didn’t work alone. She had help from someone inside Alex’s circle, someone with the power to access your medical records and change them.”The pieces bega
Last Updated : 2024-11-12No More Mrs. Nice Girl Is He Trustworthy
I rushed toward Sally, grinning at the sight of her standing amidst the disheveled guards. She turned, her fierce expression softening as she spotted me.“Oh, Mila!” she called, slightly out of breath but still composed. “Don’t worry! I was just practicing a little self-defense,” she said with a mischievous glint in her eye. “I had their consent, of course.”One guard, grimacing as he rubbed his shoulder, managed a weak nod. “Y-yeah, she asked us first,” he said, clearly regretting his choice. “We just… didn’t expect her to be so good.”The other guard, still catching his breath, gave a small nod as well. “She’s got some serious skills, way more than we bargained for.”Sally shrugged, looking proud and unfazed. “Well, a girl’s gotta be prepared, right?”Arin chuckled beside me, clearly entertained. “Remind me never to underestimate you.Sally shot Arin a sharp glare, clearly sizing him up with a hint of suspicion. I could sense the tension, so I quickly stepped in.“Arin, this is Sall
Last Updated : 2024-11-14No More Mrs. Nice Girl Arine in the office
As we reached home, the sky was already darkening, casting long shadows across the room as we stepped inside.After the long ride, all we could think about was a good rest. Realizing I had work tomorrow, I knew I’d need every ounce of energy I could get.We ordered takeout, enjoying a quick but tasty dinner, then headed straight to bed, both eager to catch up on some much-needed rest.The next morning, disaster struck: I’d overslept. I bolted out of bed, my heart racing as I realized how late it was. I threw on clothes in a frenzy, skipping breakfast and hoping Sally wouldn’t notice. But, of course, she caught me just as I was grabbing my bag.“Mila, you can’t just run out without breakfast!” she scolded, her hands on her hips and a disapproving look on her face.“I don’t have time, Sally! I’ll grab something later,” I protested, already half out the door.“Skipping meals isn’t the answer!” she called after me, but I was too rushed to argue, practically sprinting outside.As if my morni
Last Updated : 2024-11-15No More Mrs. Nice Girl A Storm Ignored
As I reached the president's office, I paused at the slightly ajar door, noticing two voices engaged in conversation. The president and Arin were seated across from each other, their tones low and businesslike, making it impossible to catch what they were discussing. Arin’s demeanor was calm yet confident, and I couldn’t help but wonder why he was here.I straightened my posture and gave a polite knock on the door. Both men turned toward me, their conversation halting.“Miss Mila, come in,” the president said with a welcoming smile, gesturing for me to take a seat.“Good morning, sir,” I greeted formally, keeping my tone professional. My gaze flickered briefly to Arin, who offered me a small, knowing smile before I quickly looked away and focused on the president.“Thank you for coming on short notice,” the president began. “I wanted to discuss a new collaboration between our company and Mr. Arin’s firm.” He leaned back slightly, his hands clasped on the desk. “Mr. Arin specifically r
Last Updated : 2024-11-16No More Mrs. Nice Girl Taking Control: Resolve to Fight Back
“Mila!” my mom continued, her voice rising with frustration. “Do you even understand how embarrassing this is for me? Every time the doorbell rings, I dread another neighbor coming to gawk at me as if it’s their business!”I cut through her relentless words, my tone firm but steady. “Mom, I get it. I really do,” I said, gripping the phone tightly. “I’ll handle this. Just give me a little time, alright?”“You better do it fast,” she snapped, her anger not yet subsiding. “I can’t tolerate this humiliation on your behalf any longer. Do you know how it feels to have everyone pity me like I raised a fool?”The sting of her words lingered, but I forced myself to stay calm. “I said I’ll take care of it, Mom. Trust me on this. I won’t let this go unchecked.”Her silence on the other end told me she was either trying to compose herself or decide if she believed me. With a short humph, she muttered, “You’d better,” before abruptly hanging up.I exhaled sharply, the weight of her words pressing
Last Updated : 2024-11-16No More Mrs. Nice Girl Quiet Tables and Noisy Minds
𝑴𝒊𝒍𝒂'𝒔 𝑷𝒐𝒗 After hours of intense focus, I finally decided to take a break. I glanced at the clock and realized it was already lunchtime. Lost in my work, I hadn’t noticed when the lunch hour began. My stomach growled, a reminder of how I had skipped breakfast too. I neatly arranged the papers and samples on my desk and locked them away in the drawer before heading out. As I stepped into the cafeteria, the hum of chatter and occasional bursts of laughter filled the air. My colleagues from the department were gathered at one table, enjoying their time together. I considered joining them for a moment, but my stomach had other priorities. I headed to the counter, placed my order, and quickly found a corner table away from the crowd. Settling into the seat, I pulled out my phone. The first thing I checked was the status of the viral video. A grin crept onto my lips as I saw the results. The video had been wiped clean, like it had never existed. I could always count on her to d
Last Updated : 2024-11-18No More Mrs. Nice Girl A Mother’s Fight
𝗠𝗶𝗹𝗮'𝘀 𝗣𝗼𝘃 After dinner, I lay on my bed, scrolling through countless websites about pregnancy. Each article and forum seemed to offer endless advice—what to eat, what to avoid, exercises, mental health tips how to care for myself, and ultimately, how to ensure my baby’s well-being—but the sheer amount of information was overwhelming. Still, I couldn’t stop reading.This journey was unexpected, but I wanted to embrace it wholeheartedly. I owed it to my child to be the best version of myself, despite everything.Page after page of advice filled my screen, but the deeper I dove, the more overwhelming it became. I tried to focus, but the flood of information left me mentally drained.This was too much to take in at once.I closed the laptop with a sigh, resting my hand on my stomach.It was clear that I needed a doctor to guide me through this. No amount of internet searching could replace professional advice.The next morning came quickly.I got ready quickly, wanting to be done wi
Last Updated : 2024-11-20No More Mrs. Nice Girl The First Step to Justice
As Sally and I stepped out of the car and approached the front porch, we saw Arine waiting, leaning casually against his car with his arms crossed. His sharp gaze immediately softened as we walked toward him, though his expression remained serious.“You’re finally here,” he began,pushing off the car. “We need to start planning how to expose Lily. Her baby shower is next week, and it’s the perfect opportunity to settle the score for what they did to you—slapping you in public and posting it online for humiliation. Let them have a taste of their own medicine.”His words struck a chord. The idea of exposing Lily in front of everyone at her grand celebration felt like poetic justice. I nodded thoughtfully, the wheels in my mind already turning.Inside, the three of us sat around the living room table,Sally grabbed a notepad and began jotting down ideas.As Ideas were thrown around, but nothing concrete emerged. Finally, Arine leaned back in his chair, his expression thoughtful.“We need so
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No More Mrs. Nice Girl Feelings Unacknowledged
Mila's POVArine’s grip on my hand was firm, his fingers wrapped around mine with a determination that left no room for argument.I had tried—more than once—to pull free, insisting that I didn’t need his help, but his quiet, stubborn resolve always won. After a few futile attempts, I sighed in resignation.Eventually, I stopped resisting.We walked in silence, but my thoughts were anything but quiet. Tomorrow loomed over me like a storm cloud. Every day brought a new challenge, another hurdle I had to overcome for my baby. Would it ever get easier? Or was this constant fight my new reality?I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t see it coming until I bumped into something solid. Startled, I stumbled slightly,My head jerked up, and I found myself staring at Arine’s chest.I blinked, startled, and slowly raised my eyes to meet his. His expression caught me off guard. He was looking at me with an intensity I couldn’t quite name—something sharp and layered, like he was holding back a ti
No More Mrs. Nice Girl The Puzzle of Recognition
Mila's POVA voice called my name, soft at first, almost blending with my dreams. I tried to ignore it, turning over to sink back into the comforting void of sleep. But the voice came again, clearer this time, and unmistakably familiar. Slowly, I opened my eyes, blinking against the soft light.Arine stood before me, his gaze steady and focused .Behind him stood a man whose presence made me pause, unfamiliar at first glance. Yet, as I looked at him more closely , there was a strange pull in the back of my mind as if I had seen him before but I couldn’t place where or when.“Mila,” Arine said gently, breaking through my thoughts. “You should eat something. The nurse said it’s important for your recovery. Maybe take a short walk afterward to stretch your legs.”I blinked at him and nodded, still distracted, as the man stepped forward. He carried a small foldable table and carefully placed it over my lap. His movements were deliberate, almost too familiar, as if he’d done this for me bef
No More Mrs. Nice Girl Guarding Her Peace
𝗔𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗲'𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝘃I pushed the door open cautiously, careful not to make a sound. The room was bathed in the dim light of the bedside lamp, its glow softening the edges of everything it touched. My gaze instantly fell on Mila, lying peacefully on the bed, her face relaxed, lost in sleep.For a moment, I just stood there, frozen, almost afraid to take another step. She looked so serene, so vulnerable. The woman who had unwittingly turned my world upside down, who didn’t even know who she truly was—or who I was—was right there, within reach.My eyes swept across the room, searching for any sign of Sally. When I was certain she wasn’t here, a strange relief settled over me. It wasn’t that I disliked her presence, but right now, I wanted this moment to myself, this quiet, stolen moment with Mila.I moved closer, my steps careful and measured, until I was standing by her bedside. Her face was partially hidden by a strands of hair, and without thinking, I reached out and gently tucked it
No More Mrs. Nice Girl When Destiny Brings Her Back
𝗔𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗲 '𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩Stepping out of the room, my hand still tingled where it had touched Mila to lead her in. Shaking off the warmth, now hanging in my chest, I closed the door, took a couple of steps down the hallway, and then looked around to make sure no one was around.Satisfied that I was alone, I pulled out my phone and swiped to answer the call. Placing it against my ear, I straightened my posture, letting my usual calm, authoritative tone seep into my voice.“You better have a good reason for calling me at this hour,” I said, my tone sharp and commanding.On the other end, a man’s voice stammered slightly, clearly aware he had interrupted me at a delicate time. “I apologize for disturbing you, sir,the test results are out.I thought you’d want to know immediately.”I froze, my grip on the phone tightening involuntarily. My heart thudded against my ribs as I braced myself for what was coming. “Go on,” I said, my voice deceptively calm.“The test is positive,” he revealed. “Al
No More Mrs. Nice Girl A Startling Interruption
𝗠𝗶𝗹𝗮'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩 Before either of us could say more, The silence was abruptly broken by a faint throat-clearing sound, startling both of us.Both of us froze,we turned simultaneously, confusion etched on our faces.There, sitting on the couch, was Sally.She was leaning back, one leg crossed over the other, a faint, amused smile playing on her lips. My cheeks burned as I realized what this must look like.Arine and I exchanged a quick look, and it was clear we both remembered how close we had been just seconds ago. His hands pinning me against the door, his intense gaze locking onto mine—it all seemed so... awkward now.Arine stepped back quickly, running a hand through his messy hair as his phone buzzed in his pocket. He glanced at the screen, a look of relief washing over his face. “I need to take this,” he said, the clipped tone of his voice leaving no room for questions. Without another word, he slipped out of the room, leaving me to face Sally alone.The moment the door clicked
No More Mrs. Nice Girl A moment of understanding
𝗠𝗶𝗹𝗮'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩 I glanced at Arine, who was still staring in the direction where Alex and Lily had disappeared his features set in a hardened expression. He seemed lost in his thoughts, his jaw tightening with every passing second, his posture stiff. It wasn’t like him to look so unsettled, and it made me uneasy.Clearing my throat, I tried to bring him back to the present hoping to snap him out of whatever storm was brewing in his mind.His head snapped toward me, his dark eyes meeting mine. But this time, they weren’t calm or reassuring—they were burning with frustration. It wasn’t anger meant to hurt, but the kind born out of worry and unspoken fears. His usual calm demeanor had shifted into something sharper, angrier.Before I could say anything, he gently took my hand despite the storm brewing in his expression. Without a word, he turned and began walking, leading me back to the hospital room where I was supposed to be resting.The moment we stepped inside, Arine shut the door
No More Mrs. Nice Girl The Weight of Words
𝗠𝗶𝗹𝗮'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩 Alex glared at Arine, his eyes blazing with fury as he yanked his hand free from Arine’s iron grip. “This is a personal matter,”he growled, his voice sharp and accusatory. “You have no right to interfere.” I instinctively drew back, my fingers brushing against the fabric over my stomach, seeking some sense of calm. But Arine didn’t budge an inch. His gaze was cold and unyielding, as if Alex’s rage didn’t even register. “Anything involving Mila is my concern,” Arine said coolly, his words measured but laced with a quiet authority that made even me pause. Alex’s eyes narrowed, darting from me to Arine and back again. “Concern?” he sneered, his voice tinged with suspicion. “And who exactly are you?” he demanded, his tone dripping with disdain. “What gives you the right to involve yourself in this?” I could feel the tension spike in the air, thick and suffocating. I glanced at Arine, unsure of what he would say, but there was no hesitation in him. “Who am I?”
No More Mrs. Nice Girl A Mistress’s Scheme and a Savior’s Stand
𝗠𝗶𝗹𝗮'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩The soft hum of the air conditioner filled the room as I lay resting on the hospital bed. Sally sat nearby, busy typing away on her laptop, her focus unwavering. Arine had left a while ago, needing to attend a meeting. He had promised to be back in an hour or two despite my protests. “Don’t stress yourself out for me,” I’d said.He’d refused, his tone firm. “I’ll be back soon. Rest.” Then he was gone, leaving me with Sally, who, as usual, balanced everything effortlessly. It had been nearly half an hour when the calm was shattered by a commotion outside. A woman’s shrill voice pierced through the silence, shouting at someone—likely a staff member. The tone struck a strange chord within me, so familiar that it made my stomach churn. But I brushed the thought aside, chalking it up to exhaustion.Moments later, a deep, booming man's voice echoed through the hallway, scolding someone viciously.His words were cruel, demanding explanations for what he called their “inco
No More Mrs. Nice Girl Rising for the Little One
𝗠𝗶𝗹𝗮'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩When my eyes fluttered open, I was greeted by the blinding white of the hospital ceiling. A dull ache pulsed in my head as I struggled to recall how I ended up here. The last thing I remembered was the sharp pain and dizziness that had overwhelmed me back at home. Everything after that was a blur.Turning my head slightly, I spotted Sally slumped over the edge of my bed, her head resting on her folded arms. Her soft breathing was the only sound in the quiet room. A faint smile tugged at my lips. She looked so serene, almost like a child.I didn’t want to wake her. Knowing Sally, she’d worked herself to the bone worrying about me and ensuring I was safe.She must’ve been exhausted from her work and looking after me.I placed a gentle hand over my belly, holding my breath as I focused. Relief washed over me when I felt a faint flutter, a reassurance that my baby was okay. “Thank goodness,” I whispered, closing my eyes briefly in gratitude.The sound of the door opening
