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Guarding Her Peace

Autor: Kriti yadav
last update Última actualización: 2025-01-09 21:39:09

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I 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
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  • No More Mrs. Nice Girl   Storms Gathering on Every side

    Author’s POV Arine tore his gaze away from the camera and looked back at Mila.“You don’t need to worry anymore, Mila,” he said quietly, trying to steady her with his voice. Mila looked at him for a long moment, a strange feeling tugging at her chest. It felt like he was hiding something from her, but she chose not to ask. She knew that if it was truly important, he would tell her himself when the time was right. She turned away and walked toward the door. Just as she reached it, Arine spoke from behind her, his tone back to calm authority. “Finish all your work today. When we leave, we’ll go together. I want to meet Aunt Lana too.” Mila just nodded and left the office, heading straight to her cabin. As she walked away, Arine’s eyes followed her until she disappeared around the corner. The moment she was gone, he pulled out his phone and made a call,his voice dropped to a cold command.“Now.”Meanwhile, Mila reached her cabin, sat down at her desk, and quickly texted Sally: “Everything

  • No More Mrs. Nice Girl   The Unseen Threat

    Author’s POVMila’s whole body was shaking with anger and hurt. Arine stared deeply into Mila’s eyes. All he could see was pain—and that pain hurt him too, because he knew it was his fault his absence, his silence. It twisted like a knife in his chest. Closing his eyes, he drew a long, shuddering breath, steadying himself. When he opened them again, he met her gaze and spoke, his voice low and heavy with regret.“I know you’re angry, Mila. You have every right to be. But please
 hear my side.”Mila snatched her hand away and pushed Arine back with a sudden force, her voice rising with emotion.Arine, caught off guard by her sudden fury, actually stumbled back a step.“Why should I hear you out? When I needed you most, you were just
 gone! It was like you never even existed in my life. You didn’t even ask if I was okay. After that night, I lost my baby. And it wasn’t an accident—someone tried to kill us! But you didn’t care. Why would you? That baby wasn’t yours, right? And I must be no

  • No More Mrs. Nice Girl   No Escape

    [Scene: K&N Architects, HR Department ]The silence in the office was so absolute it felt like a vacuum. The word "CEO" hung in the air, sharp and heavy as a guillotine.Mr. Cole’s face, which had been puffed with rage, drained of all color. Alex’s smug smile vanished, replaced by a mask of stunned, unfiltered hatred. President Harrison was still bent in a low bow, sweat beading on his forehead.And Mila... Mila just stared. The floor, the walls, the entire world had just tilted on its axis. The man she had once trusted—who had disappeared when she needed him most—was now the owner of her company. Her thoughts scattered. Arine’s eyes met hers briefly. They were unreadable—dark, calm, but filled with something buried deep.He saw the hurricane of shock, confusion, and betrayal in her eyes.Finally, he broke the stare and turned his attention to the trembling HR manager. He took one slow, deliberate step toward him. He didn't raise his voice; he lowered it, making it far more dangerous.

  • No More Mrs. Nice Girl   Hostile Takeover

    Author's POV[The St. Regis Hotel – Private Dining Suite – Same Night]High above the chaotic pulse of the city, in a lavishly appointed private dining room, Aunt Lana sat alone at a table set for two. She stared out the floor-to-ceiling window at the glittering skyline.The door behind her opened, and a man entered, shrugging off a tailored suit jacket. He was all controlled energy and sharp angles, his handsome face set in a grim expression. He wasn't just tired; he was vibrating with a protective fury that he was barely holding in check.“Aunt Lana,” he greeted, his voice a low rumble."Arine," she replied, turning. A knowing, almost sad smile touched her lips. "That was fast. Your private jet must have set a new speed record from London.""I told the pilot to fly it like he stole it," Arine said, bypassing the table to stand at the window, his back to her. He braced his hands on the glass, staring down at the city lights."The moment I got your call last night... the second you tol

  • No More Mrs. Nice Girl   The Ache She Won’t Admit

    Author’s POV [Mila’s Apartment –Late Evening] The cab ride home felt longer than it should have, the city's neon lights blurring into a haze as Mila replayed the evening in her mind. Robbin's folder burned a hole in her bag, its contents a ticking bomb of revelations. She stepped out onto the familiar sidewalk, the cool air nipping at her skin, and buzzed the intercom. Moments later, the door swung open, revealing Sally's concerned face framed by the warm glow of the hallway light. Sally(pulling her inside):“Finally! Do you know how long I’ve been pacing in here? Come in, sit down—tell me everything.” Mila slipped off her shoes and sank into the couch, exhaustion weighing her down. She let her bag fall beside her.Sally perched on the armrest, arms crossed. Mila(looking around): “Where’s Aunt Lana?” Sally(shrugging): “She’s not home. Got a call, said she was meeting some old friends staying in the city. She left a little while ago.” Mila’s brows furrowed. “This late?” Sally: (le

  • No More Mrs. Nice Girl   The Stranger at Table 17

    Author's POV[Mila's Bedroom– Early Morning]The golden rays of morning slipped through the curtains, resting gently on Mila’s sleeping face. Her lashes fluttered as her body stirred beneath the blanket, feeling the weight of exhaustion still wrapped around her.She woke up to the sound of her phone buzzing, the screen glowing brightly.Mila sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes, trying to shake off the sleep. As she reached for her phone, she saw that it was fully charged now. She must have plugged it in overnight, but she had no memory of doing so. The screen was filled with notifications -Sixty missed calls. Over a hundred unread messages.Mila (murmuring): “What the hell happened
”Confused, she opened her W******p. The office group chat was on fire—rapid messages, anxious emojis, bursts of gossip. Dozens of direct texts followed.Before she could click on any message for detail, the phone started ringing—Emily’s name flashing on the screen.She swiped quickly to answer.Mila: "Emily? Hey

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