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The Mafia's Wild Flower Chapter Five: He's my Boss?!
"Good morning, Mr. Jones. This is Rosette Ferrero, your new assigned secretary. How do I be of help to you?"There was a long pause of silence. My heart couldn't help but to beat faster and faster every single second that passed. I was a confident woman. I have my pride and I do not let other people look down upon me. However, I have already accepted the fact that I am below for some people in this path I've chosen. It's the reality. And this boss I am talking to right now could literally take back my job position in a snap of his finger, so I really need to impress him. "Hello?" I asked again when there was no response. Still, none. I was about to hang up the call when the other person in the line spoke for the first time."Ms. Ferrero, come and bring me a cup of coffee," said the person on the other line of the call. For some reason, it sent shivers down my spine. His voice was so deep and very manly, which was a total weakness of a weak girl like me.I swallowed hard and hummed, u
Last Updated : 2023-09-08The Mafia's Wild Flower Chapter Six: Terrorized
To say I was shocked was an understatement. It felt like I was struck by lightning and was beaten 24/7 upon learning that he was actually the boss of this company. I mean... I know he looks like one, but the last interaction we had had left a bad impression on him. I was such a fool! And now, this big of a boss was making me a slave of his!It has been my 5th day working as his secretary, and to say I was overly working was probably just a glimpse of the truth. I was treated like a slave! I was treated inhumanely.He made me go back and forth to his office, run some errands outside the company, and would make a call through the intercom for no actual reason? What does he want? Attention. Damn it.I know I was wrong for acting that way on THAT day, but he can't blame me. What he said that night was just below the belt and should not be said, especially if he doesn't know me personally, but then again, I was such a stupid and unreasonable person."He's a jerk!" I said under my breath a
Last Updated : 2023-09-09The Mafia's Wild Flower Chapter Seven: Taken Aback
Since I've got no work on Weekends, I decided to hang out with Joni. If you ask me who he is, he's my cat. I named him after my jerk of a boss, Mr. Jones. I honestly couldn't think of any name besides that, so let's just name my cat after him.I was watching a movie in my living room with Joni by my side sleeping. There was popcorn on my lap and soda. Joni would sometimes ask for food from me and I would just feed him.My mood went from high heavens to the bottom of the universe after I cried my eyes out that day and after being comforted by my cat. Maybe I was just too emotional. I wasn't so used to it that it culture-shocked me. Once I get used to it, everything's gonna be fine.I spent my whole weekend inside the house. Before, whenever it's weekends, I usually go out to bars after bars, parties after parties, clubs after clubs. That was my life before, but it's different now I guess.And to my shock, I did not even miss a bit of my old life.I was just comfortable around my cat.Wh
Last Updated : 2023-09-10The Mafia's Wild Flower Chapter Eight: Dominating
"Ready yourself, you will be coming with me at my lunch meeting," he said.I blinked my eyes. "Y-Yes?""You heard me. We'll leave at 30, so you better start packing your things up otherwise I'll take you unprepared."I was still processing the event that happened just now and how that emotion flashed through his eyes. I mean, it couldn't just be my illusion, right?He looked kind just now."Okay..." I said absentmindedly and exited his office to mine. Sitting on my own desk, I slapped my face lightly to make sure I wasn't dreaming.The hell?I swallowed really hard.Strangely, my heart was pounding.I SAID WHAT he said and prepared myself. I brought my phone and the iPad with me and had a quick retouch."You done?" he asked after I entered his office. He was now fixing the cuff of his sleeve while stealing a glance at me.I nodded my head. "Yes, sir.""Good. Let's go." He just took the blazer he put on top of his swivel chair and wore it smoothly whilst walking straight to me.I gulped
Last Updated : 2023-09-11The Mafia's Wild Flower Chapter Nine: Fast-food for Bad mood
Khein leaned casually on his chair and looked at Mr. Turno coldly in the eyes. Even his tone has no sense of humor in it. He was dead serious."I-I do have a wife, yes." Mr. Turno fakes a laugh."Then why look at other women, then? You're married. Be content."The middle-aged guy was slightly frowned. I could literally see he was slightly pissed but was just stopping it."I think it's normal to appreciate beauty but still be a loyal husband to his wife, Mr. Jones. I guess you didn't know this yet since you're still young and single. Why don't you try settling down now, yes?""It's not about being unmarried, it means I don't know a thing or two. You are eye-fucking a woman quite clearly and still denies it."I covered my mouth through my hand as I stared unbelievably at Khein's back. What the hell?Mr. Turbo laughed awkwardly. "You're a silly man, I-I didn't, of course."Khein did not say anything after that and instead went straight to the main subject of this meeting. They discussed t
Last Updated : 2023-09-12The Mafia's Wild Flower Chapter Ten: Welcome Party
I ate heartily inside his car. I wasn't even embarrassed at all and was only minding my own business. I hugged him due to being overjoyed, but it meant nothing but gratefulness. He wouldn't possibly think something about it, right? Besides, hugging is a normal thing to do for us in our family. We're all verbally and physically vocal to any of our family members.But he's not a family, though.Anyhow, I should not think about it too much. My stomach has been throwing tantrums ever since and I was starving to death! I should mind my own world, not the others.I ordered a full pack meal set, extra large fries, pasta, and a large sundae. On the other hand, Khein got himself a burger and an ice tea."Thanks for the treat, Mr. Jones," I said for the 3rd time whilst munching my food. I couldn't help but feel grateful. Lately, life has been so difficult for me that I find it too hard to treat myself out. I spend most of my money on my groceries as well as my rent, transportation, and Joni's fo
Last Updated : 2023-09-13The Mafia's Wild Flower Chapter 11: Oh, my God
I don't know why I was disappointed. I hate him. I hate Khein. After everything he has done to me, it made me loathe him to no end, and I don't believe it would ever change. I will never forget the way he treated me during my first week of work in his company as his secretary.But...I felt kinda sad knowing he wasn't here to welcome me. I mean, we're also colleagues, right?Anyway, I shouldn't ruin this party they made for me. Their efforts should be appreciated. A mere missing person should not be the cause of the disaster. I must enjoy myself.After all, I am finally out of my parents' house and am living alone. That, enough, is worth celebrating for."Do you drink, Miss Ferrero?" asked by a female colleague who's probably 5 years older than me or so.I gave her a nod. "A little.""Great! Then take this shot and let's celebrate you for being part of the company!"She handed me a glass of shot with some lemon above the glass. She made sure I drank it all up before she left.They all
Last Updated : 2023-09-14The Mafia's Wild Flower Chapter 12: Calm down, baby
My heart began beating violently against my chest. The proximity of our bodies were so dangerously close that I could literally feel the heat of his body radiating off of him. His chiseled chest rose up and down as if he was having a hard time breathing. His jaws were clenching hardly. I am afraid his bones will soon break.I looked at his face through the blinding disco lights around us. Even through the darkness, I could literally see how handsome he was. His hair wasn't slicked up like it usually looked like. His thick brows were furrowed, an obvious indication that he was internally having a battle of thoughts. His sharp nose was just perfect, and he had those cheekbones that looked perfect on him.He's a fine looking guy."S-Sir...!" I heard the man who harassed me said with fear laced upon his voice. As if I was back to my reverie, I blinked my eyes and looked over my shoulder to see the man looking so pale like a bond paper dull with any ink. It was as if he had seen a ghost whi
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Emma left the room to give us some space and privacy. I clenched my fist as the tension between us thicken. I didn’t expect him to be back all of a sudden. Perhaps, it is a good thing as well."I don't want to stay here anymore," I declared with a steely gaze, my determination to leave this house firm in my mind. The sense of betrayal had eroded my trust in everyone around me, leaving me with a deep-seated desire to escape. "I will leave this house," I added, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions within.His eyes sharpened, and the tension in the room heightened as he gritted his teeth. My heart raced, but I maintained a composed exterior, unwilling to let him perceive any vulnerability. "Leave, you say? Ophelia, this is our house," he retorted after a brief pause, his voice laced with controlled intensity as if he were suppressing an inner turmoil. "You cannot leave."“Why not?” I hissed, my gaze narrowing into slits as I gritted my teeth. “Why can’t I leave?”“Because I don’
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I've already made up my mind. I'll leave this place. I don't think there was a reason to stay. They were all lying to me, blatantly telling me lies that were obvious. They were deceiving me.Staying became increasingly challenging, especially since my husband, the supposed anchor for my presence here, was consistently absent. Despite their claims of my marriage, their inability to provide any evidence, not even a picture from my own wedding, added to my growing sense of disillusionment.I hung around for a while, hopeful that they'd eventually come clean. Unfortunately, that never happened – not even a bit.It became disheartening and hard to trust anyone.Disappointment settled in, directed at every individual under this roof.Leaving now feels not just necessary but also freeing. Staying doesn't do anything for me anymore. The lies have unraveled, showing a truth that lines up with what I've been feeling.I waited until everyone in the mansion was sound asleep before putting my esca
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