Milcah Tumba
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STORY BY Milcah Tumba
The Fixer’s Secret
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Nora Hale accepts a live-in job that promises privacy, security, and a chance to disappear. The pay is high, the rules are strict, and the man who hires her asks no unnecessary questions. But from the moment she enters his house, it is clear that she was expected. Ethan Cross is a private fixer for powerful people. He cleans up problems before they reach the public eye. He works quietly, efficiently, and without attachments. When Nora arrives, he recognizes her face instantly because years ago, her name appeared in a classified file connected to a case that ended in fire and erased lives. Officially, Nora Hale no longer exists. As Nora settles into the job, strange details begin to surface. Her movements are monitored. Her access is limited. Messages arrive from unknown numbers, warning her to stay quiet. Ethan seems to know things about her past she cannot remember, and the closer he grows to her, the more dangerous his silence becomes. When powerful forces begin to close in, Ethan must make a choice he was never meant to face. Protect the woman he was assigned to watch, or finish the job he once refused and keep the truth buried. Because Nora was never meant to survive. And if she remembers what was taken from her, the consequences will be fatal. In a world where secrets are currency and lives are expendable, love is the most dangerous liability of all.
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Gold between us
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Aria Monroe never wanted trouble. She grew up in a quiet town where people lived simple lives and learned early how to survive without asking for much. Her family was not rich. They worked hard, stayed honest, and minded their own business. From a young age, Aria learned that peace was something you protected by staying invisible. That belief shaped her life. She loved books, old places, and forgotten stories. She believed houses remembered the people who lived in them, even after voices were gone and doors were closed forever. That belief became her work. As an archivist, Aria moved from place to place, recording old properties before they were destroyed. She listed what mattered. She saved what could be saved. Then she left before her heart could get involved. That was her rule. Never stay long enough to care. So when she was hired to document the Vale estate, a massive, isolated house standing alone on a cliff by the sea, Aria expected nothing more than another quiet job. One week. A few rooms. A stack of notes. Then she would leave, and the house would disappear behind her like all the others. She never expected the silence to feel so heavy. The Vale estate did not feel abandoned. It felt awake, like it was watching her, like it had been waiting for someone to listen. The walls held secrets. The air smelled of loss. Every step Aria took through the house felt like walking through a memory that did not want to be forgotten. She tried to ignore the feeling and focused on her work, on drawers and shelves and papers untouched for years. Then she found the photographs. A woman stared back at her from the frames, with soft eyes and a tired smile. It was the kind of face that had learned how to suffer quietly. Aria did not know her name, but she felt her pain deep in her chest. And that was when Sebastian Vale entered her life. Sebastian Vale was everything Aria was not. He was powerful, rich, and cold, a billionaire whose name carried weight and fear in equal measure. He owned companies, land, and influence. People said he had no heart, that love was something he considered weak and dangerous. What they did not know was that Sebastian’s heart was not absent. It was buried. The Vale estate belonged to him, and he wanted it destroyed. To Sebastian, the house was not a home. It was a wound. A reminder of a family that chose reputation over truth, of a woman who suffered in silence, of a past he could not fix no matter how much money he threw at it. He believed that if the house disappeared, the pain would disappear with it. He was wrong. From the moment Sebastian saw Aria, she unsettled him, not because she was dangerous, but because she was kind. And kindness was the one thing he could not afford to feel. Aria asked questions he did not want answered. She noticed details he wanted forgotten. She saw pain where others saw property. And worst of all, she did not fear him. As Aria worked, she uncovered documents hidden deep inside the house, old land papers, contracts signed under pressure, agreements that reeked of manipulation and silence. One name appeared again and again. Jack Loosa. She did not know who he was, but the name felt wrong, heavy, like a shadow stretching across the pages. Sebastian tried to stop her. Tried to push her away. Tried to remind her that none of this concerned her. But the house had already chosen her. The night the fire came, everything changed. Storm winds screamed across the cliff. Thunder split the sky. Flames climbed the walls of the Vale estate, burning years of silence into ash. In the chaos, Sebastian’s hidden sister, Lena Vale, was trapped inside. Without hesitation, Sebastian ran into the fire and pulled her out just before the house collapsed. Lena survived, but the past woke up. At the hospital, Sebastian grew distant. Cold. Silent. He spoke only when necessary, keeping his emotions locked tight, convinced that anyone close to him would be destroyed. Aria noticed the distance immediately. She felt it in his words, in his eyes, in the way he refused to look at her. When danger followed her, black cars, silent phone calls, eyes watching from across the street, Sebastian made a choice that broke both of them. He pushed her away. Not because he didn’t care, but because he cared too much. Then Jack Loosa stepped forward. Older. Calm. Patient. Dangerous in a way that did not raise alarms. Jack offered Aria protection, a place to stay, and answers about the past she had uncovered. He spoke softly and carefully, like a man who never rushed his plans. Sebastian watched from a distance as Jack pulled Aria closer. Jealousy burned. Fear followed. But Sebastian did nothing, because he believed letting her go was the only way to keep her alive. Aria moved into Jack’s house, unaware that safety can be the most dangerous illusion of all. Jack never locked her in. Never raised his voice. Never forced her hand. Instead, he watched, guided, and quietly controlled her world.
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