THE SECRET HEIR AND HIS SECRET POWER
THE SECRET HEIR AND HIS SECRET POWER
Author: Wednesday Adaire
Chapter 1
last update2023-05-29 15:37:26

Andrew put down his work, and hurriedly entered the boss's office. A pen flew toward his head, and Andrew narrowly avoided it.

"Andrew, your salary is cut off. You won't get any single coin in the next six months."

Andrew frozen in the place, "Sir, I didn’t do anything wrong."

"Explain these videos!"

Andrew's eyes widened when he saw dozens of rated videos plastered on his boss's computer screen.

"I asked you to send me the document, and you sent me THIS?! I almost sent them to the head of the company. You piece of s1t. No wonder you could only be a porter for the rest of your life!"

"Sir, this is clearly a mistake. I didn't put those videos in your files at all. I--."

"Shut up, Andrew. You should be grateful you still have a job."

Andrew could only lower his eyes and leave his boss's room with a feeling of tightness in him. His body felt limp, his heart pounding. He actually got dumped for one reason he never did.

He didn't know how to tell his girlfriend this news.

"Why now?" Andrew muttered, "I was about to purpose to Nadine…"

Nadine is his girlfriend. They have been together for 2 years. Andrew tries his best to meet all of Nadine's demands in order to provide her with a better life. He dreams to marry her - the person he loves with all his heart.

What happens is the contrary. Instead, the work sustaining his life plunged into the abyss, so little light remained.

"I'm home, sweetheart."

Andrew said when he stepped into the house. His hand was already on the doorknob and was preparing to open it when his ears caught a moan that belonged to Nadine.

"Ahh, babe, that was so good. You're so good. I can't control myself when I'm with you!"

"Yeah…my girl… You’re the best. Those two on you are also the best."

A loud slap on somewhere Andrew didn’t want to know. And giggles.

Nadine was not alone; another man was with her.

Andrew swallowed his saliva. His brain was totally blank.

"When can we be together, babe?" It was Nadine’s sweet voice, which now only made Andrew sick.

"Soon. Our plan worked. Your idea to trap Andrew with rated videos was awesome, Nadine." The man answered.

“Will he get fired?”

“I think so.” The man said, “Unless my father really likes him. Snlt. I couldn’t stand his stupid face anymore.”

Andrew recognized the voice, it’s the son of his boss, Orlando!

“I couldn’t stand living with Andrew anymore.” Andrew heard his girlfriend said, “I hope you can be in me all the time.”

Andrew's anger peaked; without wasting time, he opened Nadine's bedroom door. What caught his eye was his partly-dressed girlfriend and a man who was also wearing only…

"Andrews! Since when did you—KYAA!"

Without a word leaving his mouth, Andrew threw a punch to the face of the man.

"Stop it, Andrew!"

Andrew's hand stopped when Nadine forced her way in the middle of the fight. She hugged Orlando tightly, leaving her body exposed without a single thread.

"Why did you betray me?! Why did you frame me?! I don’t understand…what did I do wrong to you?!"

"Because I've had enough of you, Andrew! We have been 2 years, you never bought me any expensive stuff! You cheap useless trash…Look at my face, look at my body! Men ask my numbers all the time when I’m on the street. Why should I ever be a broke man like you?!"

"I always take care of you. I gave you anything you want. I gave all my salary to you!" Andrew looked at Nadine in a daze. His voice was shattered, like his heart.

Orlando, still in pain from the punch to his face, got up and said. "Thank you, Andrew. You are dead!"

Orlando hit Andrew back. Andrew tried to struggle and fight back, but his mind was so divided into anger and disappointment that he couldn't focus on the fight. Caught off guard, a punch to the stomach made Andrew fall to the ground.

"How dare you hit me; who do you think you are, Andrew?!"

Orlando pulled Andrew's body back; he pushed him towards the wall.

But Andrew fought back. Andrews countered with a punch to Orlando's face. Just as he was about to add one more punch--

"AKH!"

Andrew fell to the floor with his head covered in blood.

"Is he out?!" Nadine held a vase in her hand, watched Andrew fall to the floor.

If Andrew were awake, he would know that the vase was the anniversary gift from him to his girlfriend, and now it was being knocked on his head by her.

Orlando smiled crookedly and hugged Nadine. "Nice one, baby. He deserved that."

Orlando wiped his shoes on Andrew's fainted body before they left the room. However, a light appeared without them noticing.

A light came from something that was worn by Andrew, his necklace.

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