ログイン共有
Anger at His Threshold
公開日:
2026-05-01 23:15:08
最新チャプター
Boardroom to Bedroom Anger at His Threshold
I didn't sleep.Not a single minute.I spent the whole night pacing my apartment like a feral cat, checking my phone every five seconds even though I KNEW the message had been delivered. Delivered. Blue tick. No reply.Damian saw my text.Damian SAW "The pregnancy is yours," and still didn't respond.The longer I thought about it, the more my blood boiled.Who does he think he is? Ignoring me? Acting confused in the hospital, pretending he didn't notice the timeline? Then ghosting me after I finally told him the truth?Unacceptable.So yes - I was fully justified when, at exactly 8:02 a.m. on Saturday morning, I marched straight to his door and banged on it like I was owed money.Because I was.Emotionally.And hormonally.And spiritually.The door finally swung open - and there he was. Damian Cross. Tall, rumpled from sleep, hair messy, wearing joggers and a T-shirt, looking unfairly attractive for someone who deserved to be punched in the throat.His eyes widened the second he saw m
Boardroom to Bedroom The Deleted Confession
By the time I was discharged from the hospital the next morning, Damian had turned into a robot.A polite, professional, maddening robot.He drove me home in complete silence—well, not silence, the man had the audacity to turn on the traffic updates radio station—then dropped me off with a stiff “Rest.”No hug.No comforting hand.Not even a smile.He didn’t even wait to see if I made it inside the building before driving off.The next day at work was worse.Much worse.I spotted him the second I stepped into the office—standing by the glass panels with two managers, suit immaculate, posture perfect, expression unreadable.When he saw me… he froze.Just for a second.Just enough for me to see the crack.Then he straightened and gave me a nod. A literal nod. Like he was greeting a board member, not a woman whose unconscious body he carried into the ER less than 24 hours ago.“Good morning,” he said stiffly.“Morning,” I muttered, glaring.He didn’t wait for anything else. He just turne
Boardroom to Bedroom …ready to strangle him with my IV line
Elena's POVI surfaced into consciousness like someone dragging me out of deep water. Sound came first—muffled voices, the distant beeping of a monitor—then the blinding hospital lights.And then him.Damian.Sitting stiffly beside my bed like he’d been carved out of expensive marble, jaw locked so tight the muscle twitched. His elbows rested on his knees, both hands clasped together like he was praying—or trying very hard not to smash something.He noticed the moment my eyelids fluttered. His head snapped up.And God… his eyes.Cold. Guarded. Calculating.The ultrasound picture lay folded with surgical precision on the bedside table, placed there like evidence in a crime scene.I blinked, throat tight. “Damian?”He didn’t answer right away. He just watched me—too intensely, like every breath I took was suspicious.Finally, he spoke. “You passed out.” His tone was clipped. Controlled. “The doctor said it was stress, exhaustion… and the pregnancy.” The last word came out like it person
Boardroom to Bedroom It's YOU, you Imbecile!
Elena's POVIt's been a month. One whole month of simmering rage, indignation, and silent plotting.And I'm still furious at me. Furious at the universe. And absolutely, completely, unequivocally furious that Damian-my Damian, the idiot who got me pregnant-has the audacity to be out there gallivanting with Rachael like nothing happened.Like he didn't just ruin my uterus. Damian, of course, was seated across the conference table in his usual smugly charming way, his designer suit perfectly tailored, hair impossibly styled, and that infuriating half-smile that made women swoon and men hate him in equal measure.I'm sitting in the middle of a meeting, trying my absolute best to look calm and professional while listening to Damian prattle on about quarterly projections. My jaw is tight. My hands are folded neatly on the table, but inside, I am simmering like a pressure cooker.I mean-seriously. I clench my fists under the table, nails digging into my palms.My stomach churns. Not just
Boardroom to Bedroom Two Lines
I stare at the calendar on my phone for the fifth time this morning, as if the dates will magically rearrange themselves and show me something different. Maybe I counted wrong. Maybe work stress shifted my cycle. Maybe the universe is simply confused.But I'm not.My period is six days late.Six.That has never happened. Not to me. Not with my body that has always been annoyingly punctual-almost too punctual. So why now? Why this month? Why after everything has spun completely off its axis?"No," I whisper to myself, pacing the length of my tiny living room. "You're overthinking. It's stress, Elena. Just stress."Except my chest is tight. My palms are sweaty. And every time I breathe, I feel something coil tighter in my stomach-fear, hope, panic, I don't even know.There's only one explanation. One disturbing, impossible, stupid explanation.Damian.My body goes hot all at once. Not Lucas. Not Lucas-we haven't been intimate in weeks. Not since things got... whatever they became. Cold.
Boardroom to Bedroom The Tie Between Us
Elena's POVIf humiliation had a shape, mine would've looked exactly like a chrome coffee cup frozen halfway to Lucas's mouth.That was the moment everything went downhill.But today?Today was somehow worse.Rachael was back.Not back as in "visiting."Not back as in "dropping something off."Back as in fully reinstated, standing beside Damian with a shiny new badge and a smile that made me want to throw her into the nearest elevator shaft.I watched them from down the hall because apparently I was a glutton for punishment. Rachael stood close to him-too close-holding her tablet while Damian reviewed something on it. They weren't touching, but the air between them was soft, familiar.Comfortable.The kind of comfortable people only have when they've shared more than spreadsheets.I swallowed a sour taste.Two days ago, she'd been transferred across the city. Two days ago, she'd packed her things and left this office quietly. Two days ago, Damian hadn't said a word about missing her.
Boardroom to Bedroom Zero Feelings
I didn't see Elena again for two days. The office moved on like nothing had happened - meetings, deals, late emails filled with polite urgency. But something in me had finally gone still. For the first time in months, I wasn't chasing her shadow. I wasn't trying to understand her silences or deco
Boardroom to Bedroom The Floor Above
Damian's POV The new place wasn't anything special - just walls, furniture, and quiet. That was all I'd asked for. After months of chaos, I needed quiet. I found the apartment through a friend who said the building was "peaceful, good security, perfect for people who need to breathe again." He
Boardroom to Bedroom A New Beginning
Elena's POV By the time I left the boardroom, I was smiling again - the polite, practiced kind. The kind that said I'm fine, even when I wasn't sure I knew what that meant anymore. The glass doors of Cross & Grant shut behind me with a soft hiss, sealing in the world I used to live for. Fresh l
Boardroom to Bedroom The Rebuild
Damian's POV Six months. That's how long it had been since I'd last stepped into this place - our empire, our dream, our ruin. Cross & Grant. That's what the plaque on the glass door read now. Freshly mounted, freshly polished. New branding. New identity. A second chance disguised as a rebran
あなたも気に入るかもしれません
The Divorced Billionaire Heiress
I Wanna Eat Meat16.2M ビューForceful Marriage: Young Master's Mute Wife
A Lake’s Depth1.2M ビューDivorced My Cheating Husband, Married A Billionaire
LiLhyz805.2K ビューBillionaire's Ex-wife is Mommy of Twins
Lami274664.8K ビューProperty of Belmont hotel
Mama raven68 ビューThe Bratva Biker Girl
CityKim283 ビューDear Ex, I Am Not Your Backup Anymore
Genuinely Curious116 ビューTHE WIFE HE LOST TOO LATE: I DON'T NEED YOUR REGRET MR. CEO
Cyra McKenzie77 ビュー
