The Mafia's Secretary

a, a young and breathtakingly beautiful woman in her mid-twenties. Her heart felt as though it had be

Theressa had experienced her very first heartbrea

rtbroken. Justin Mitchell, her childhood friend turned lover, had severed all ties with her. Yet, what

ut success. With mounting anxiety, she visited his house, only to learn from a neighbor that he had m

ed, leaving her adrift in a sea of unanswered questions. She couldn't understand why Justin had chosen to end their relationship so abru

a comforting shoulder to cry on in times of need. As Theressa knocked on Eunice's door, she could feel te

this bewildering and heart-wrenching moment of her life, a m

deter Theressa as she made her way toward her friend's hou

rn her skin, but she pressed on, fueled by the desir

something that didn't immediately strike her as unusual.

ing they would always find an open door. Stepping inside, Theressa's eyes fell upon a pair of men's shoes in the hall

always adhered to – she never knocked on Euni

med by the unanswered messages from Justin. Her fingers traced the screen of h

ghter was unmistakably Eunice's, but it was accompanied by the subtle murmur of multiple footsteps descending the staircase. A sma

e, a brief escape from the storm o

locked onto the man descending the stairs alongside Eunice. Her heart, which ha

was here, in Eunice's house, this was where he moved to. Shock and disbelief initially washed over Justin as he descended the stairs, locking eyes with Theressa, who sat on Eunice's couch. It was a momen

om for misunderstanding. Their faces bore no traces of remorse or guilt, and with resolute determina

s wrapped in a robe, the fabric clinging to her curves, while Justin, displaying a stark lack of modesty, wore nothing but snug-fitting boxers. Their actions and appear

this?" Theressa asked the two, her gaze lingered between the two. With a smug look on Eunice face she replied "What does it look like to you Theressa? We just had sex

tion that had been building inside her. Eunice's world seemed to momentarily freeze as Theressa's open palm made con

moved too swiftly for Eunice to

quietly exit her house, drenched in tears. After all, violence was a foreign language to Theressa, a response never before witnessed by those

through the air. "What the fuck Theressa?!" Justin scolded. With cold gaze she turned to Justin giving h

n of their relationship. Yet, despite all the evidence that pointed to their impending separation, she clung to a fragile thread of hope. It was a hope that whispered to her that maybe, just maybe, Justin would

st confidant, her best friend, Eunice. They had conspired behind her ba

the complete absence of remorse in Eunice's eyes. Instead of guilt or regret, Theressa saw a twisted sense of satisf

g with the profound disappointment of not just losing a romantic partner,