LOGINShare
Is He Trustworthy
Last Updated:
2024-11-14 16:18:13Related chapters
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
Last Updated : 2024-11-23
Latest chapter
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?” Ari
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
No More Mrs. Nice Girl The Man I Once Knew
𝗠𝗶𝗹𝗮'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩I curled up on the couch, aimlessly flicking through channels,hoping to find something—anything—that could distract me. A random show played on the screen, but I wasn’t really watching. The laughter track, the vibrant colors on the screen—none of it could lighten the heaviness in my chest.My mind refused to cooperate, dragging me back to memories I’d rather not revisit. Memories of him. Of Alex.I never thought we’d end up like this—broken and distant. There was a time when Alex loved me like I was his whole world. He had been my rock, my shield, my everything. It felt impossible to reconcile that version of him with the man who barged into my office today, spewing accusations without a shred of doubt.My thoughts wandered to a moment etched deeply in my heart. It had been at one of those high-profile social events he insisted I accompany him to, despite my protests. I never liked being in the spotlight, but Alex was always by my side, making sure I felt safe.That
No More Mrs. Nice Girl A Dramatic Interruption
𝗦𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗮'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩 I sat at my desk, meticulously reviewing the project details before attaching the finalized drafts to an email. Arine’s PA had requested these, and I wanted everything to be perfect. The sooner the contract-signing process was complete, the sooner I could focus on the actual concept. After hitting send, I leaned back, letting out a small sigh of relief. One task down. I shifted my attention to my inbox, scrolling through the new emails. Most were routine updates, but one caught my attention, making me pause. Before I could open it, the door to my office flew open with a loud bang, startling me. I looked up, and there he was—Alex.His broad frame filled the doorway, his face contorted with fury. His stormy eyes locked onto mine. “How dare you, Mila?” he shouted, his voice echoing through the room. “How dare you try to harm my child?” I blinked, utterly baffled. “What the hell are you talking about?” I asked, annoyed at his sudden intrusion. “And lower your voic
No 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
No 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
No 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
No 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
