I wish I never met him

Miss Rose had shouldered the weight of her family's legacy, taking charge of the Twilight Studios as her father had instructed. For a year and nine months, she had navigated the company through its precarious situation, steering it towards stability under her administration.

One day, during a crucial board meeting, her phone vibrated, and the caller ID displayed "Doctor Phils." A premonition tingled at the edges of her consciousness, but she tried to dismiss it. Politely excusing herself from the board members, she answered the call.

The moment she heard the news, her world shattered. "What! That's not possible!" she exclaimed in disbelief. The phone fell from her hand, and she collapsed to the floor, slipping into a state of syncope.

The boardroom descended into chaos, with concern and confusion gripping the attendees. It was a devastating turn of events. As the details emerged, it became clear that her partner and heartthrob, Nelson, had passed away. The report indicated that his system had suddenly shut down, leading to the necrosis of his organs.

Miss Rose was now faced with a tragedy that transcended her already considerable burdens. The love and hope that had sustained her through all her challenges had been abruptly extinguished, leaving her in a sea of grief and uncertainty.

....

Miss Rose's visit to the shrine priest was fraught with hope and desperation, but it ended in shock and confusion. When she asked the priest for answers about Nelson's death, he responded with a perplexing question: "Who killed him?"

Rose, already heartbroken and burdened by grief, felt a surge of anger and frustration. "What do you mean who killed him? What happened to your promises? The oath you made me say?" she demanded, her voice quivering with emotion.

The shrine priest's response, however, offered no solace or explanation. "I'm sorry, woman, I have no answer for you," he said. "But you must leave now, because the consequences of your oath have taken effect. Leave now!"

Miss Rose found herself plunged deeper into bewilderment and heartbreak, her relentless pursuit of answers only deepening her sense of confusion and despair. The once-meaningful promises and oaths had disintegrated into a fog of uncertainty and unexplained mysteries, leaving her to grapple with the tragic loss of Nelson and the enigmatic circumstances shrouding his death.

In the years that followed Nelson's passing, Miss Rose remained stunned by the revelation that she felt no natural attraction to the male gender. In fact, any inkling of romantic interest from men would inexplicably dissipate, leaving her perpetually alone in the shadows. Her heart remained locked away, and an inexplicable aura seemed to deter any romantic advances. Miss Rose couldn't help but wonder if the repercussions were linked to the oath she had taken. However, she remained in the dark, as she had vowed never to seek spiritual answers again. Her life was now hers to navigate, and she was determined to forge ahead, carrying the enigmatic burden of her unique situation on her own.

She bore this solitary burden with a bittersweet wish that it could become a reality, a whispered yearning in the quiet moments, "I wish I had never met him."

Flashback ends...…

Amid the lingering burden of her grief and unanswered questions, there was a sudden interruption in Miss Rose's world. A knock at the door brought her back to the present, and she uttered a listless "come in."

Mr. Collins, with a knowing expression, informed her, "Miss, J. Cole has arrived." It was as if a bucket of cold water had been splashed on her, dispelling the choking depression that had enveloped her.

"Thank you," Miss Rose replied, a hint of gratitude in her voice. The news of J. Cole's arrival was like a ray of hope breaking through the clouds of her sorrow. It reminded her that, even in her darkest moments, she was not completely alone.

A genuine smile graced her tear-stained face, symbolizing a glimmer of hope and connection in the midst of her grief and confusion. The presence of someone who was present and was smitten by her gave her a small but significant source of comfort in her turbulent journey.

.......

Jcole was sprawled on the bed while conversing with the system.

Cipher! There are lots of things on my mind that I find interesting, display the seed coin values please.

(Affirmative)

(Music Simulator… 100 million seed coins)

(Clinic Tech Bay….. 300 million seed coins)

(Master Chef Humanoid Bot… 10 million seed coins)

(Combat Humanoid Bot... 50 million seed coins)

(Divine BioMech...… 1.5 Billion seed coins)

(Space Plane... 500 million seed coins)

(Nanotechnology Gear…. 1 billion seed coins)

Wait!

J Cole suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, his relaxed demeanor turning to one of shock. "Cipher! Do you think money grows on trees?

Huh? JCole questioned.. "Like, I just move around picking them right?

(Affirmative)

The response left J. Cole at a loss for words, I mean Yes, He's been picking up money and yes he did not work for it .. He only drove to it.

"Well, I do get your point but the value of that list is beyond 3 billion. . JCole sighed, I need to get some shut eye". His need for rest was undeniable, a respite from the turmoil of his thoughts, and just like that the peaceful night passed..

...

It was 4 a.m., the room shrouded in darkness, when Jcole was roused from his slumber by a soft, almost melodic knock on his door. With a gentle push, the unlocked door creaked open, revealing an alluring figure in transparent nightwear. Every curve and endowment was gracefully accentuated, casting a bewitching silhouette against the faint glow of the moonlight.

As the lingering tendrils of sleep dissipated, Jcole found himself captivated by this otherworldly presence. His mind whispered, "Could tonight be the night?" A newfound hope ignited within him, birthing expectations that danced in the depths of his being. This expectation quickened his heartbeat, making it race like a wild stallion in the sensual stillness of the hour, and his libido roared to life.

Miss Rose stood poised by his bedside, hands on her hips, exuding a confidence that could induce a nosebleed with a mere glance. She observed Jcole's gaze exploring her figure while he struggled to conceal his physical response. A thought flickered through her mind, "Still got it."