2025-08-05 02:30:46The clock hanged up in the hallway read 02:47PM, meaning it was almost time for Niccolo to head home. He stood outside the large company building, beads of sweat dripping down his face.
His cleaning overall jumpsuit was tied around his waist, leaving just the white t shirt he wore underneath, and even that was soaked with sweat, exposing the hardness of his chest and abs. Niccolo never had the time or money to register at any gym to work out, but the years of physical labor he had endured had given him a body that women wanted and men were envious of. His medium length hair was tucked away under a bandana, to keep it from bothering him while he worked. He raised a hand to his face, fruitlessly trying to protect it from the harsh rays of the afternoon sun. "Boy it's hot today." He had just finished mopping the long hallway and was presently waiting for his boss to leave, so he would clean his office and be done for the day. Niccolo Morandi was one of the janitors at Phoenix Corp, a well known advertising company through out the city of West View, and while most people looked down on him because of it, he never allowed it to weigh him down. "Niccolo!" Someone called out from behind him. "The boss is done and he wants you to clean his office." "Of course, I'll get right on it sir." He headed back into the building and headed straight for the stairs. His boss had made it very clear that he should never use the elevators when people were around so the stairs were the only option for him. Skipping steps along the way, Niccolo managed to get to the office on time, but as usual, his boss complained about him being late. "Why can't you ever get here on time?! Huh? Why the hell do I have to be waiting for you?!" "I'm deeply sorry sir." He bowed his head, silently taking all the insults his boss threw at him. It didn't matter though. For he was too happy to be bothered that day. Niccolo felt like there was nothing anyone could say or do to him to ruin his mood. After his boss finally left, Niccolo's hand went into his pocket and he took out the little ring he had gotten earlier. It took all his life's savings but it was worth it, because he finally managed to get his wife a diamond ring. It was their third year anniversary and he was happy he was finally able to get her something nice. He tucked the ring gently in his pocket and quickly went to work. The joy of getting to see his wife made him work double time and in speed record time, he was done. As he approached his matrimonial home, Niccolo could hear loud music coming from inside and he smiled. His wife must have thrown a party to celebrate their anniversary. As he opened the door, a bright light shone at his face, momentarily blinding him. Before he had the chance to comprehend was going on, a blindfold was put on him from behind. "Kimberly, what's going on?" He asked with a smile. "Today is a very special day, so tell me…what amazing gift did you get for your wife?" A female voice questioned from behind him. Niccolo could immediately recognize that it wasn't his wife who spoke, but her friend, Lyla. Lyla and Kimberly had been the best of friends for a long time, and Niccolo knew she didn't like him. But he guessed his wife had asked her to behave since it was their anniversary party. Deciding to play along with their game, he answered. "I got her a ring." When he said that, he felt a hand reach into his pocket and fished out the ring, placing it on his palm. "Put the ring on your wife." The voice ordered playfully. Niccolo reached forward, and a feminine hand touched his. Smiling softly, he put the ring on her finger. "Happy anniversary Kim." "Awwn okay, now what comes next is the kiss." Lyla said. Right after she said that, Niccolo felt something round and soft pressed on his face and laughter erupted in the living room. Tasting the little that got in his mouth, he realized that it was cake. He removed the blindfold and saw that Layla and two other ladies he wasn't familiar with were laughing at him, but his wife was nowhere to be seen. Lyla took off the ring and threw it at Niccolo, apparently he had worn it on her finger and not his wife. "Your stupid gift is so small and worthless that Kim wouldn't even be bothered to glance at it." She said, a mocking smile on her face. "Look at what you've done Lyla, now his face and clothes are stained with cake. That's mean." One of the ladies said with feign concern for Niccolo. "Oh that's not a problem for him. Don't you know? The loser is a janitor, so he shouldn't have a problem with dirt. In fact, he should be used to it by now." Lyla said, laughing at Niccolo. He didn't understand what was happening, but he knew he didn't like it. Where was Kimberly? Was she aware of the mocking prank her friends pulled on him? Surely not, because he knew she would have never allowed it. "Where is Kim?" He demanded. "In the bedroom." Lyla had a mischievous smile when she answered, and Niccolo wondered why but he went in anyway. "Oh yes, ooh I love that, keep doing that." "Oh fuck yes. Harder!" Niccolo's heart almost dropped to his feet as he heard the voice of a man and woman coming from the bedroom.
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099. A Crack In Loyalty?
The heavy rain had not stopped since dawn, beating against the windows of Phoenix Corp’s headquarters as though the sky itself conspired to unsettle the city. But inside, Niccolo’s empire moved with cold precision. Staff hurried through corridors, heads bowed, careful not to draw attention. The shadow of his last press conference still lingered. Everyone knew by now— working under Niccolo meant absolute discipline.And yet, in another corner of the city, three of his enemies sat together plotting once again.Maurice DeLange leaned back in his leather chair, swirling his glass of wine. “The boy is untouchable,” he muttered, voice low and bitter. “No matter what we throw at him, he comes out looking like a savior.”Veronica Steele exhaled sharply, her polished nails tapping against the table. “Pulling out our investments didn’t cripple him. It made him stronger. The public sees him as fearless. Stocks are higher than ever.”Lorenzo Vega, the most restless of the three, stood by the wind
098. The Lunch Meeting
Three days after Ariana’s video had gone viral, the world refused to move on. Every news outlet, gossip site, and political commentator had something to say about the mayor’s daughter and her bold defense of a man everyone now called “the face of corruption.”Her video had been meant as a plea— a heartfelt message from a daughter who refused to believe her father capable of such evil. But to the public, it was a confession in disguise. People twisted her words, pulling phrases out of context, spinning them into narratives that served their anger.“She knew all along,” one comment said.“She’s just as guilty as her father,” said another.The harshest ones cut deeper than she could ever admit:> ‘She’s not worthy of Niccolo.’‘He should break off the engagement before she ruins his career too.’The insults flooded every platform she used. Even when she logged out, they haunted her.Ariana sat on her bed that evening, her phone still lighting up with notifications, her eyes swollen from
097. Torment
Ariana sat before the camera, her eyes red and puffy from crying. The curtains behind her were drawn, casting a soft light over her pale face. She pressed record and took a deep breath.“I know what everyone’s saying about my father,” she began, her voice trembling slightly. “But I need you all to listen —he’s not the man the media is painting him to be. Someone set him up. I don’t know who, but I know my father. He’s made mistakes, yes, but he’s not a criminal.”She swallowed hard and wiped her tears. “He’s not perfect, but he worked hard for this city. He didn’t deserve this humiliation.”When she stopped recording, her hands were shaking. She uploaded the video to her social media accounts and pressed post. Within minutes, comments began to flood in.At first, some were sympathetic—_ “Stay strong, Ariana.”_“You’re doing the right thing by defending your father.”But the tone quickly changed._ “So now you’re saying Niccolo framed your father? Unbelievable.”_“You’re as fake as yo
096. The Trial Of The Mayor
The courthouse was packed to capacity. Cameras flashed from every direction, microphones extended like spears, and the murmurs of the restless crowd echoed through the marble hall. Reporters from every major news outlet had gathered to witness what was being called “The Trial of the Century.”For years, the Mayor had been the face of the city— charming, eloquent, and seemingly incorruptible. His posters still hung on some streets, fading reminders of a man who once promised reform and honesty. Now, he sat in the defendant’s chair, dressed in an immaculate gray suit, his expression stiff and unreadable. His once- confident posture had been replaced by a quiet tension that betrayed the storm raging inside him.Across the aisle sat Niccolo. Calm. Unflinching. Dressed in a black suit, he appeared almost untouchable —his presence commanding the room even before he spoke. He didn’t look at the mayor, not once. His focus was on the documents in front of him —the evidence that would decide th
095. Court Summons
The silence in the living room was only broken by the soft ticking of the clock and the hesitant clink of teacups. Niccolo stood by the doorway, his face unreadable, his eyes scanning the room. Ariana sat beside her mother on the cream-colored sofa, watching him with wide eyes. Her father, the mayor, sat across from them, stiff and alert, his jaw clenched.No one knew why Niccolo had called this meeting, but the air was heavy with anticipation.Ariana was the first to speak.“Niccolo… What's this about?” She was surprised because he didn't even call ahead, he just showed up… and that was unusual. He looked at her — beautiful, kind, trusting. And yet, his truth would break something in her.“I needed to say this face-to-face,” he began, voice low but firm. “From the very start… I was never in love with you.”Ariana blinked. Her lips parted, stunned.“I said yes to being your boyfriend because… I was grateful. Even though I saved your life, you were under no obligation to help me… but
094. New Evidence
The knock at the door came sharp and deliberate, not hesitant, not rushed. Just enough weight to show confidence. Niccolo looked up from the file on his desk, the mayor’s face smirking up at him from a photo stapled to the front page. He closed the folder and straightened his jacket.“Come in.”The door creaked open, revealing a tall, sharp featured man in his late fifties. Dressed in a crisp navy suit with a gold tie pin, he looked like he belonged in a courtroom or on the front page of a campaign donor list. His eyes were cold, calculating. It swept the room before settling on Niccolo.“Mr Morrandi,” the man greeted. “When you asked to meet up, I was very confused... since we have no reason to see each other .”Niccolo stood and offered a hand he had no interest in shaking. “Oh don't be like that, I thought we were already acquainted. Although you're right, we don't have any personal business to discuss.”Casella gave a polite smile, though his eyes didn’t move. “And yet you called
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