All Chapters of The Roman Walter Effect: Chapter 11
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Chapter 11
Lena was unwilling to give her first time to Roman so easily.However, she had already put it in black and white on the contract. She would be his from today onward.She wanted to pull away from him, but he held her waist pulling her closer to him.He pulled her to the door pinning her against it before locking it.“Roman, what are you doing? Please don't go too far. You are a married man.” Lena struggled to get away from him.“Lena, no need to worry about that, I’m already in an open marriage. Here, see for yourself.” Roman took out the open marriage certificate again he had just obtained that morning and showed it to Lena.He continued with a grin, “You say you'll be my woman, we can legalize it and put the supplementary term into effect.”After saying that he pulled her back into his arms and resumed kissing her, this time more demanding and fierce than before. He unzipped her dress as they kissed their way to the sofa. He finally got what he wished for. He unhook her bra, wrappi
Chapter 12
Although Roman was now the chairman, he didn’t even have an office of his own.As he turned to leave, he brushed past Lena and whispered, “Darling, I need your help. I don’t have an office yet, what should I do?”He spoke softly enough that only she could hear him. But that one word darling echoed through her mind, making her cheeks flush pink.Lena had already heard how his colleagues had mocked and insulted him earlier. They might not have their marriage certificate yet, but in her heart, he was already her husband. And it was only natural for her to stand up for him.Without a moment’s hesitation, she pointed to her own office. “Use mine for now. I’ll make some space for you.”Roman shook his head firmly. “No, that’s not right. We agreed you’re still the company’s main decision-maker. I can’t take your office. I think Mr. Carlos’ office will do just fine.”Lena caught the quick exchange of glances between Mira and Mario when they’d heard Roman was chairman earlier. That reaction to
Chapter 13
Roman had barely started his revenge and Jace was already fed up. But that's how Jace treated him in the past. He wanted him to have a taste of his own medicine. His lips twisted with a slight frown. He urged, “You may go.” Frustrated, he turned and left after murmuring some words against his chest. Lena walked majestically into Roman’s office when she was done with her work. “Tomorrow is my grandfather’s 85th birthday. I'll love you to be present.” She told him with a gleam of hope. “So soon? How do you know they want me there?” He didn’t want to give a response right away. So Lena doesn’t see him as simple. “Yes, of course. You’re my husband. My granddad loves me so much and has always wanted to see my man.” “Ooh.” He gave slow, thoughtful nods. “I guess we should make our marriage official first. Get it registered,” Roman suggested. She blushed as she heard this. It wasn’t that hard. They just went to the registry, from there proceeded to the Henderson Mansion. The mansio
Chapter 14
“All the fuss over an agreement with Westwegia Corporation? Get a hold of yourselves!” he scoffed. Silence followed. They never expected this cowardly man to fight back! “So rude!” Jenny hissed.“What did you say? How dare a loser like you speak to us in that way when you can barely feed yourself?” Leo tossed his fork too aside furiously. He frowned and rolled his eyes at him. “He’s just a low man. I can sweat he doesn’t even know what Westwegia is. That’s why he has the audacity.” “Hey, loser. Listen here. Westwegia Corporation has a market value worth over eight hundred billion dollars. The number 1 in the city. Any family on good terms with it automatically climbs up the hierarchy.” He started to mock Roman pretending to be schooling him. “Every elite family in Westwegia here bows before that Corporation because it leads the city’s business industry!” “There’s no use explaining that to him. Look at the clothes he’s wearing.” Adrian cut in. “What does a beggar have to do with
Chapter 15
Roman’s POV[YEARS AGO] My father summoned me to his study like I was still some sixteen-year-old who had just crashed his vintage Ferrari. I stood there, watching him pour himself a glass of whiskey with that usual air of importance as though the very earth waited for his command before it spun. Rayne Walter. Billionaire. Tycoon. King of Westwegia’s elite. The one who owns more than five estates in each city. The owner of the most luxurious boutique ever, without a card no entry is approved. And the man who had ruled every chapter of my life like it was a chessboard and I was just one of his pawns.He didn’t look up as he took a sip. "You’re getting married."I blinked. “Sorry?”That got his attention. He turned, eyes narrowing. "You heard me. You’re getting married, Roman. And not to just anyone. As the son of Rayne Walter, you must get married to fame. The girl's family must have a name that matches my standards."My stomach tightened. Not because of the girl he spoke about, I kn
Chapter 16
Roman’s POVMy name’s Roman, and if inheritance life was easy, I’d be sipping wine by the pool in one of my father’s estates, not dodging potholes on a beat-up delivery scooter. But life isn’t fair—not when your father’s dying wish is for you to find someone to love within a week, or get shackled in an arranged marriage with some rich heiress you’ve never met.I don’t believe in love at first sight. I don’t believe in much, really. But I believe in choice. In feelings. And I wasn’t about to let my future be decided by some hospital report ultimatum. So I did the unthinkable—I disappeared.Not entirely, of course. I still had my phone, still had my card, but I left behind the bodyguards, the suits, the exclusive penthouses. I even changed my name to "R. Walt" for this little adventure. A name no one would recognize. I shaved off the slight stubble that made me look older and wore a cap low over my eyes. Got a job at a pizza place downtown—one of those busy little joints where the manag
Chapter 17
Roman’s POVI thought that would be the end of it. Deliver pizza, get insulted by someone who thinks she's great and above everyone, even her so-called success there's a back story behind it, walk out and never return. But life has a twisted sense of humor.The next morning, Tony called me into his office. He didn’t even look up from his crossword puzzle when he said, “You’ve been assigned to someone special. Permanent delivery and possible menial pick up job in the company like……..”He paused. “Garbage collector or something. It will earn you more money for school.” I blinked. “What do you mean permanent and what do you mean by garbage collector?”He finally looked at me, face half amused, half sorry. “Mira’s company. She called this morning. Requested you personally.”I felt my heart drop like a stone. “Is this a joke?”“She said, and I quote, ‘I want the idiot from yesterday. The one with the dumb look and the clumsy hands. Make sure he delivers all my meals and will likely pick u
Chapter 18
Roman’s POVIt was pouring. The kind of rain that made the streets look like rivers and the sky feel like it would never stop crying.I stood at the gate, soaked to the bone, holding a pizza box that sagged at the edges, soggy from the downpour. My hoodie clung to my skin, heavy and cold, and my jeans stuck to my legs like wet paper. Even my socks were soaked. I couldn’t feel my toes anymore.The guards at the gate didn’t let me in.“She said you should wait right there,” one of them said with a smirk. “She’ll come down when she feels like it.”So I waited.I didn’t argue. I didn’t beg. I just stood there like some lost dog hoping someone might throw it a bone. The rain didn’t stop. It felt like it never would. Drops slid down my face, mixed with the sting of cold air. I held the pizza close to my chest, trying to protect it, but the cardboard was too weak now. Just like me.An hour passed.Then I saw her.Mira.The owner of Mira Jewels. The same woman I’d seen on magazine covers and
Chapter 19
Roman’s POVI didn't wake up with any expectations that morning. Just the usual buzz in my head and the constant ache in my feet from walking too much. I had three deliveries lined up before 10 AM and Mira's name was the last one on the slip. Again.She'd ordered shawarma this time. Not pizza. I figured that meant she was in a slightly better mood. Maybe even civil. I was wrong.When I got to her company building, the receptionist gave me a look like she’d just sniffed a rat. I signed in, gave a smile and she didn’t return, and took the elevator to the top floor. Her company name was etched in gold letters on the wall: Mira Jewels International Holdings. Fancy name for a place that dripped coldness.The hallway leading to her office was silent, except for the occasional clack of heels on marble and the hum of printers. People walked fast. No one said good morning. Everyone here is just as cold as her, maybe that's why they are fit for the job.I knocked once, then opened the door slow
Chapter 20
Roman’s POVIt was just another Wednesday in the city—loud, fast, and rude. The kind of day you wished you could sleep through. But not me. I was wide awake, on my scooter, zipping through traffic with a bag of burger and chicken in the backseat. Another order. Another delivery. Another run to Mira Jewels international holdings.I should've said no. Should've told Tony I was busy, or sick, or dying. But I didn’t. Maybe I was still hoping she’d say something different today. Maybe I was an idiot. Especially after being brutally insulted yesterday just because of being poor.The city streets were crowded as always. Honking cars, swearing drivers, people pushing through like ants chasing crumbs. I waited at the stoplight, just a few blocks from her company building, when I saw something that made me slow down.An old woman—skin wrinkled with time, wearing a faded blue wrapper and slippers that had seen better years—was standing by the roadside. She looked scared. Her lips moved like she