08/05/2025
Where’s my readers at? This one’s for you💋
She let him think she was just a pretty face with a regular 9 to 5. Whole time sis owned the building, had blood on her hands, and dodging blackmail that could bring her whole empire down. Love was the last thing on her mind… until Rysk showed up. But her lies had a shelf life and they were expiring.
He Loves The Boss In Me💋 He brought her flowers and cleaned up her mess.
Drops 8/9 & IT’S FREE🥳🥳🥳🥳
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Rysk: You straight? Or you laid up with somebody?”
I read it twice before locking my phone and shoving it in my Birkin. My stomach balled up. He’d been doing that s**t lately, throwing shade when I got too busy to pick up, like me having a life meant I was out here being disloyal.
The truth was, I was falling for him hard.. The flowers, the consistency, the way he made me feel like I was worth protecting. I wasn’t used to that. But now, it felt like I was being punished every time I focused on my boutique or didn’t respond fast enough. I guess that’s what I get for lying about who I really am.
And with Nooch applying pressure on the other side, it felt like I couldn’t breathe. Like everything was closing in at once…business, love, secrets, survival. It was all starting to take a toll on me. My life looked good from the outside. You’d think it was pretty, polished and profitable. But under the surface, I was buried. Juggling lies, dodging guilt and losing sleep.
Some days, I couldn’t tell if I was building an empire or barely holding together a deck of cards. And the scariest part was, Rysk didn’t even know the half of it.
Not about Nooch or Benzo. He had no clue how my bank account could easily match his. I was falling for a man who might walk away the second he saw what loving me really meant. I planned to tell him soon about the boutique. The real version. Not the personal assistant story I’d fed him out of fear he’d think I was just another come up for the streets. I wanted to tell him I had my own. That I was the boss. That I had millions stashed from flipping House of Reign and what Benzo left behind in that hidden safe.
But today wasn’t that day because Nooch hit me again and I was irritated as fück.
This time with a photo.
He was standing outside the precinct, one hand up in a peace sign like this was a damn album cover.
Under the picture was a text: “5 days left. Then I walk in.”
My heart dåmn near cracked in half.
I stepped into the back office, locked the door behind me, and stared at the photo like it was sprinkled with gunpowder. I knew what he was capable of and he wasn’t bluffing. I wired him 50K hoping his ašš would just take it and dissapear.
No text or explanation. Just the money.
A few minutes passed before my phone lit up again.
“That’s cute. New balance: 950K…Keep going.”
I wanted to throw the phone and scream. But instead, I just stood there, hands shaking, staring at a message that felt like a noose around my neck.
He didn’t care that I was struggling to breathe under the weight of all this. He didn’t care that I was trying to build a future while dragging a grave behind me.
And the worst part was, I had it. I had way more than 50K. Boutique money. Secret stash money. That hidden safe Benzo never thought I knew about. But it wasn’t about the money. It was the principle. Nooch didn’t want to be paid off. He was bitter and wanted to make me squirm just like he did every night he couldn’t hold me.
I picked up my phone and stared at Rysk’s name again. Fifteen missed calls the other night. A text today accusing me of cheating. And yet somehow, he might be the only thing keeping me from unraveling completely.
S**T.
I had to tell him what was really going on.
But the second he finds out the truth…
I might lose him too.
