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Is He Trustworthy
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No 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
Last Updated : 2024-11-22No More Mrs. Nice Girl Pieces of a Shattered Past
I was completely absorbed in my phone, reviewing the designs I had worked on tirelessly yesterday in the office. Hours of tweaking and perfecting had gone into these samples, but I still felt like they weren’t quite right. The lines blurred together as I analyzed every detail, trying to fix the drawbacks that kept nagging at me.The car jerked to a stop at a red light, and Arine’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts.“Are those designs for the project we discussed?” he asked, glancing at my screen.I nodded, holding up the phone so he could get a better look. “Yeah. Just some samples. What do you think?”Leaning closer, he studied the designs with a focus that surprised me. After a moment, a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.“As expected—you’ve always been one of the best at this.”I frowned, his words catching me off guard. “What do you mean, ‘always’?”His smile faltered for a second before he casually replied,“I meant your designs. I’ve seen some of your previous work on
Last Updated : 2024-11-22No More Mrs. Nice Girl The Blame Game: Mila Faces Accusations
𝗠𝗶𝗹𝗮'𝘀 𝗣𝗼𝘃 As I forced myself to tear my gaze away from Arine’s intense gaze.I straightened my shoulders and walked into the building. His cryptic words still buzzed in my head, but I shoved them aside, focusing on the work awaiting me. But today, something felt off.The moment I stepped inside, the energy around me shifted. Colleagues who usually greeted me warmly were whispering amongst themselves, their eyes flickering in my direction before quickly looking away. The tension was palpable, and I could feel their stares burning into my back as I walked past.Unease prickled at me. What was going on? Why did it feel like I’d suddenly become the center of everyone’s attention? Why was everyone acting so strange?I walked briskly, my heels clicking against the tiled floor as I ignored the murmurs and headed straight for my office. If there was something to be said, they could say it to my face.When I opened my office door,I froze. The reason for the gossip became clear.Sittin
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Author's POVArine’s breath caught, his chest tightening painfully. He dragged a hand through his hair, his mind spinning.He knew how much Mila loved her unborn child, but he couldn’t bear the thought of losing her.“Are you certain?” Arine asked, his voice barely above a whisper, his usual composure cracking.The doctor nodded solemnly. “Yes. We need your decision immediately.”Arine’s throat felt dry as he leaned against the wall, his head tilted back as he tried to steady himself. Mila had fought so hard to protect this child, even when Alex had abandoned her. But if she didn’t survive…He closed his eyes tightly, the memories of Mila’s trembling form and the fear in her eyes replaying in his mind. She was everything to him—the woman who had unwittingly thawed the icy walls around his heart. He couldn’t let her slip away.Finally, he opened his eyes, his decision resolute. “Save Mila,” he said firmly, his voice steady despite the storm raging inside him. “Do whatever you have to do
No More Mrs. Nice Girl Two Lives, One Decision
Author's povMila struggled desperately against the man's iron grip, her wrists raw from the pressure and the blade grazing her delicate skin. Every thrash only worsened her condition, her strength waning as exhaustion began to cloud her mind. She gasped for air, her vision blurring. Just as she teetered on the edge of unconsciousness, the faint sound of approaching footsteps reached her ears.Before she could comprehend what was happening, the door was kicked open with a resounding crash. Five imposing men stormed in, their sheer presence radiating authority and danger. The man holding Mila froze momentarily, panic flashing in his eyes, but before he could react further, a brutal punch landed on his jaw, sending him staggering backward.Another man lunged for the second assailant, delivering blow after blow with precision, while the others restrained them effortlessly. In the chaos, a tall figure strode in, exuding raw power and dominance—Arine. His piercing gaze fell on Mila, taking
No More Mrs. Nice Girl No Way Out
AUTHOR'S POVThe clock ticked relentlessly, each passing second amplifying Mila’s anxiety. It had been almost an hour since she’d left Sally a voicemail, but the silence on the other end was deafening. Mila sat on the couch, her fingers tapping restlessly on her phone as she refreshed her messages for the hundredth time. Still nothing.The unease in her chest refused to subside. Determined to find answers, she got up and walked to Sally’s room, her footsteps muffled against the quiet apartment. Maybe Sally had left a note, something to explain her absence.Mila pushed open the door, the soft creak of the hinges breaking the stillness. Sally’s room was neat, almost too neat, as though it had been untouched for days. Mila’s gaze swept over the dresser, the desk, and the bed, searching for any clue. She pulled open drawers, checked the bedside table, even glanced under the bed—but nothing. Not a note, not a hint of where Sally could be.She sighed, brushing a stray strand of hair from he
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No More Mrs. Nice Girl The Name That Wasn't Mine
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No More Mrs. Nice Girl Feelings Unacknowledged
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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
