This is the last time I'm updating without the target being completed. I thought I might have overdone it by setting a target of hitting 10k followers on Wattpad.
The next update won't be on Wattpad unless I hit 10k followers here and 200 on scroll stack. Please follow me on scroll stack; my I'd is -@/authormahek
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— 𖤐 𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐑𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕 :
Nothing is going on fucking right.
Everything is a goddamn mess.
My company has been bleeding money for the past few days, loss after loss, and I'm convinced there's a fucking traitor in my midst, someone leaking all the confidential information.
I'm watching all my employees closely, scrutinizing their every move, and I even called a meeting to flush out the traitor, but it's like trying to find a needle in a haystack.
The frustration is gnawing at me, especially with Mrs. Raven's party looming tomorrow to celebrate our successful collaboration.
Thank fuck Mrs. Raven isn't pulling out of the partnership despite the chaos my company is facing.
It's bizarre, honestly, but I'm grateful because this deal is everything to me.
I can't afford to lose it over some backstabbing piece of shit trying to bring me down.
My hands are gripping the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles turn white, and my jaw is locked tight.
The moment I find that traitor, I'm going to fucking ruin them.
Then, the passenger door clicks open, and my wife slides into the seat beside me.
Our eyes meet for a fleeting second—her beautiful gaze piercing through my storm of anger—but she looks away just as fast.
That quick moment is enough to calm me down, loosening my grip on the wheel and easing the tension in my jaw as I take a deep breath, inhaling her sweet jasmine and vanilla scent that wraps around me like a fucking blanket.
Just her presence is enough to calm me the hell down.
Mirha's behaviour is another thing that's driving me absolutely fucking insane.
Those avoiding eyes, the fake, forced pale smiles, the way she goes silent and drifts off into her own head—it's fucking with me, and I'm about to lose it.
I'm always seconds away from shaking her the fuck up and demanding, "What the hell is wrong?" But I'm holding it together for her sake.
I'm being patient because I care for her, more than anything in this godforsaken world.
I want her to come to me, to open up. To have believe in me.
I know she's fucking strong and seeing her like this, so weak and vulnerable, tells me something serious is going down.
