CHAPTER 7 - The Confession She Wasn't Supposed to Hear.

Secrets in the Study

Dave sat at his desk in the dimly lit study, fingers tapping rhythmically against the polished wood as he fell into deep thought. The only source of illumination was the cool glow of his laptop screen, casting sharp shadows over his chiseled features.

With a sharp inhale, he powered on his laptop, and in an instant, a stream of code flooded the monitor. His fingers moved swiftly across the keyboard, precise and controlled, a stark contrast to the chaos brewing in his mind.

Seconds turned into minutes, but his focus remained unshaken. Soon, lines of encrypted data unraveled before his eyes, revealing classified information only a handful of people in the world could access.

He leaned back in his chair, dark eyes scanning the screen with a calculated intensity.

Something wasn't right.

His instincts had never failed him before.

A knock at the door snapped him out of his trance.

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The Game of Deception

Meanwhile, Nora lay sprawled on the plush bed, scrolling lazily through her phone when a notification popped up.

Rubies-: "Big Nora, have you met Mr. Dave? I hope he didn't ignore you. Did he confess he missed you? Or maybe… he finally admitted he likes you?"

Nora smirked. Ruby never changed.

A mischievous glint flashed in her eyes as she quickly typed back.

N loves D-: "Yes! Didn't you see my post? He confessed he missed me! And guess what? He said he liked me at first sight."

A few seconds later, the dots indicating Ruby was typing appeared.

Rubies-: "Really?"

Nora could practically hear the skepticism in her best friend's tone. But that only fueled her playful mood further.

N loves D-: "Yes, LMAO. I'll meet you later. Oh, and tell your sister I said well done. Gotta go—Grandfather Trump just called me."

Rubies-: "Ohh, okay. Help me greet Grandfather Trump!"

N loves D-: "Sure, bye!"

Rubies-: "Bye!"

With a satisfied grin, Nora tossed her phone aside, stretching her arms lazily—

Knock. Knock.

She arched a brow. Who the hell was banging on Dave's door like they owned the place?

When she opened it, a very familiar face greeted her.

Dove.

The younger Trump sibling stood there, arms crossed, face twisted in irritation. Their eyes locked, and in perfect sync—

They sneered at each other.

"What are you doing in my brother's room?" Dove demanded, her voice sharp.

Nora smirked, leaning against the doorframe. "Relieving his needs."

Dove's face flared an angry shade of red. "You—!"

Not waiting for further explanation, she shoved past Nora and stormed into the room, her sharp gaze scanning every corner.

"Dave!" she called.

Silence.

The bed was untouched. The bathroom door was wide open. The balcony empty.

Dave was nowhere to be found.

Dove turned back toward Nora, who was casually twirling her phone in one hand, looking entirely too pleased with herself.

"Where did you take my brother?" Dove snapped.

Nora shrugged. "Take? He's hiding in his comfort zone. Go check there."

Dove knew she was being played, and it only fueled her frustration. With a huff, she stomped her foot before spinning on her heel and storming out.

Nora chuckled under her breath. Too easy.

Grabbing her bag from the couch, she slung it over her shoulder and strolled out of the room as well.

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Eavesdropping on Destiny

As she descended the grand staircase, Nora spotted a maid dusting a nearby table. She stopped beside her and gestured toward the room she'd just left.

"Go clean up his plates. He's done eating."

The maid bowed politely before making her way upstairs.

Satisfied, Nora continued toward the exit.

But then—

She paused mid-step.

Grandfather Trump.

She had promised to greet him. Might as well get it over with.

Turning on her heel, she walked toward his study. As she reached the door, her hand lifted to knock—

But then—

She heard voices inside.

Her heartbeat spiked.

One of them was unmistakably Grandfather Trump. The other?

Dave.

Nora's brows furrowed slightly.

Curiosity got the best of her.

Moving as silently as possible, she leaned in, pressing her ear against the door.

The old man's voice came first—firm, exasperated.

"Why don't you get married and have kids? Do you want me to leave this world without seeing my great-grandkids? You, this naughty boy! Nora has been waiting for you. She's a good girl. Just marry her already!"

Nora's eyes widened.

Then came Dave's deep, calm response.

"I will. But not now. I need to take care of something first before I ask her to be my wife."

Nora nearly dropped her phone.

Did I hear that right?!

Her fingers scrambled to hit the record button.

Inside, Grandfather Trump sounded stunned.

"You… You're serious? You actually chose her?!"

Dave's tone remained indifferent.

"Not me. You chose her."

Grandfather Trump scoffed. "Go and tell her before she finds another man! What if she gives up on you?"

A low chuckle from Dave.

"She won't leave me. She's mine."

Nora's heart nearly exploded in her chest.

Her grip on the phone tightened, the recording still running.

Inside, Dave leaned back in his chair, exhaling slightly.

"Why would she leave now? She's chased me for twelve years—she's not the type to give up easily. Unless I marry someone else, she's not going anywhere."

Then, in a more thoughtful tone, he muttered,

"There's no big deal in marrying her… but I just hope she doesn't stress me out. Nora is clingy, childish, and very annoying. I'll have to figure out how to deal with that."

Nora, still recording, had to bite down on her lip to keep from squealing.

Oh, Dave… You can't escape me now!

With a wicked glint in her eyes, she stopped the recording and smirked.

Now, what should she do with this little gem?

She grinned.

Time to make sure he never lives this down.