Chapter Twenty Five

She is married.

Widow

When?

How?

Why?

How could she? She started crying while exhaling heavily and with a surprised face. Her resignation letter was tightly clutched in my palms. Has she lied? When my fist made contact with the bottle, it fell to the ground and said.

"Ronald!" Everything that was put on the table was broken by me.

"How could she?" Screams fly everywhere as I am furious.

"Ronald": My father tried to stop me, but this is the worst thing she has done since returning.

"Ronald! Try to relax so you can ponder for a moment."

"Think for fuck. How could she continue to manipulate my emotions?" When I considered that someone might have had their hands on her, my entire world was shattered. She is impure. It's not my girl. She makes her choice while I'm not looking.

A widow

My entire body is on fire with rage. Today, I'm going to pick hell for her. I came first; she got married, then Brooks. Did she make all the plans? When I entered my flat, I shattered each and every bottle that had been put there. I'm witnessing the girl I used to love laughing at me while in pieces.

"Rose, how dare you! You decide on somebody else. So I'm going to pick the scenario in which, each time you breathe, you are experiencing eternal suffering. Now that they are accustomed to you, it's my turn." I dialed Theo.

"Indeed, sir."

"I need Miss Rose's contract documents immediately." I prepared a beverage for myself. God help me; I need to breathe. She first picks Brooks, which I can't deal with. He is skilled at using violence and retaliation to subdue me. He takes from me what he desires. He picks up Rose. When he was near her, she grinned. Her protection from everyone is my top priority, but what can I do if she is already hurling herself at everyone?

I'm shocked by how much she's changed. She lives with the mantra "trap the rich." Mom told me that she observed Brooks and Rose moving about. He is constantly in her room. And now another fact: that fucking fucker is fucking her. She is a divorcee. Widow? She is married. She is happy and living her life to the fullest while I'm here, dying in her love. Rose, you have no idea what you're getting into. The papers are here.

"Sir, here are the papers." I know what I want in papers, and here I'm right. She's such a naive young lady.

"Bring me to Mrs. Rose's place." I said. My hand was constantly gripping the papers that were going to steal her wonderful moments from her during the voyage. Rose, you never know who I am.

I can hear her sobbing every single second while I stand outside. She doesn't have a nice circumstance, so I'm offering her the worst-case scenario. I stand cool and collected as I knock.

"Coming." I heard soft footsteps approaching. With her speech, every cell was alive once more. She froze when the door opened.

"Unexpectedly. What on earth are you doing here, Ronald?" I ignored her and entered. The door is shut behind me by her. The flat is tidy but vacant. Even before beginning her employment, she had already made plans to leave.

"I am here to speak." She looks so natural without any makeup. Her light hair is pulled back in a sloppy bun, and her skin is now radiant. While I penetrate her, I want to encircle that around my hand.

"It's over now."

"No, it never will."

"I can elaborate." I burst out laughing from the bottom of my heart. Gosh, see how innocently she presents herself.

"Rose, you're lying again when you explain. You've changed so much. I never imagined that we'd be discussing your fucking married family right here, right now."

"Just a marriage, I tell you. I mean.."

"Yes, Rose, there is a wedding. You gave your special night to another man rather than to me." When I mentioned her first night, her expression lowered. She recalled how delighted her expression had been when we had spoken about our memorable night.

"Why Rose? Why couldn't your husband satisfy your needs or make you happy?" Her physique had a strained appearance. Well, you got me.

"That's not the point, T. Th.. What brought you here?"

"So your married life wasn't exactly what you had envisioned." Her face begins to perspire whenever I bring up her marriage, and she retreats. Her body language has changed since then.

"Rose, you're not content. Yet I have a strategy. Do you recognize this?" Her innocent, girlish face trembles, ah. Good.

"This is the employment agreement you signed. You never read it. I never signed anything in my line of work without first reading it. You are aware of what I am currently carrying." I displayed the contract to her.

"I'll read it to you. This contract states in large print that you must pay me if you quit your employment within a week without providing or arranging for a replacement secretary for me." She has widening eyes. She seized the paper from my grasp and began to read.

"And anything I want you to pay in a month is on me." Her footfall retreated as she noticed the piece of paper on the ground.

"It is not possible." This is for you. When someone in front of me appears so helpless, I enjoy it. I want to be like this with her.

"I have a clear, concise solution for you." I said. She nods, but then she realizes what will happen next.

"For a month, sell me your nights."

"How dare you?"

"Well, if you make me happy, I'm considering paying you." She holds her breath. Her fair skin made every color on her skin visible to me.

"You're not Ronald."

"I am a businessman, and this is the last resort. Give me my money double in one day if you don't expect it, or I'll contact the cops." She muttered while turning her head away. The first tear began to fall from her stunning, gleaming eyes. Baby, don't cry.

Shit

"I need time,"

"There are two hours left." I arrived at her with my step. I'm surprised at how close we are. I continue to feel at home. She was my employee, but she was never this close.

"Put on something lovely and visit this location. We're going to finish what you began years ago now." My eyes met hers, and pain overcame me.

"Don't hold out for me. I'm certain I can come up with another idea." obstinate girl.

"Yes, I applaud your confidence, but the reality is that you have no options from where you are right now. Just my method will do. Please be on time, Mrs. Rose." I winked, and she turned away. When I stepped outside, a sensation arose in my heart.

Now what?

One teste

Right now, fucking