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A Man with Nothing Left to Protect
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2026-10-17 19:51:02
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I Was His Secret Wife, Now I'm His Nightmare A Confession of Your Crime
Diana's office smelled of fresh flowers and expensive musk.Mina Park stood in the doorway, clutching the revised Valmont brief. Her palms were damp from wondering what Diana Sinclair needed the proposal brief for. “Mina, come in, sweetheart. Sit.”“I brought the revised brief, Ms. Sinclair.”“I can see that. Felix, tea for Mina.”Felix placed a cup before her. Mina wrapped both hands around it.Diana flipped through the pages. “Lovely work. Clear, concise, no unnecessary nonsense. You're wasted in that division.”“Thank you, but Audrey did most of the thinking. I just put it on paper.”“Ah, Audrey.” Diana closed the folder. “That's actually what I wanted to discuss.”Mina straightened.“As president, I'll have to answer questions about Valmont. Audrey already has enough on her plate, and I don't want to overwhelm her.” Diana smiled. “Just copy me on the research files and archive interviews. I'll handle the board's questions.”“Shouldn't I ask Audrey first?”“Of course. She remains
I Was His Secret Wife, Now I'm His Nightmare I’ll Destroy Her for You
The video had four hundred thousand views.Derek sat in his car in the Lockwood parking garage, the engine off, watching the number climb. Four hundred and twelve thousand. Four hundred and nineteen.Someone at Valmont had filmed everything. Him snapping at Regina. Regina hissing in his face about everything she'd given up for him. His own voice cracking on the word babe. Someone had even slowed that part down and added a laugh track.He opened the comments.'Lockwood really said "you celebrated too soon" 💀''Not the girlfriend holding the champagne the whole time.''Wait, isn't that the ex wife? The one who just won?'"Fuck." Derek dragged a hand down his face. "Fuck. Fuck!"His phone lit up.Regina.He declined the call.It rang again.Regina.He declined it a second time, pressing the screen harder than necessary, as if she could somehow feel his anger through it.This was her fault. She was the one who'd shown up with flowers and that smug smile, behaving as though the victory wa
I Was His Secret Wife, Now I'm His Nightmare A Man with Nothing Left to Protect
Three hands went up for Audrey's removal.Three went up to keep her.The remaining two board members stayed silent, their eyes fixed on the table. It was a tie.Everyone turned toward Marcus.He set down his pen and rubbed his jaw. When he finally spoke, he addressed the room rather than Audrey. "Thirty days."Audrey didn't move."She keeps the seat for thirty days. This is a probation, not a permanent position so treat it as such." His eyes settled on her. "If I see one more mistake, we won't be having this conversation again.""Understood," Audrey replied.No argument. No plea for more time.☆☆☆☆☆Audrey stopped halfway in the middle of the executive hallway and released a breath that seemed to have been trapped in her chest since morning."Thirty days," she murmured.Footsteps approached from behind. "You make it sound like a prison sentence," Roman said.She didn't turn around. "Well, maybe because it is."He stopped beside her. "You just made everybody in Sinclair Group see the m
I Was His Secret Wife, Now I'm His Nightmare You Fucking Jinxed It
Diana waited until the elevator doors closed before taking out her phone. Her father had the board on a conference call. She could already hear chairs scraping and someone clearing his throat."It's done. We lost." she said softly to the board. "Lockwood has it.""Vivienne said four o'clock," one of the board members reminded her."Vivienne said four o'clock to be polite, Henry. I was in that room. She admires confidence, and she told him so herself.""Diana." Marcus's voice cut through the call."I know. I wish it were different." She watched the numbers descend on the elevator panel. "I've already drafted the statement announcing Audrey's transition out of the Marketing Director role. It's gentle. Nothing cruel.""Hold it until the vote.""Of course, Father. I only like to be prepared."She ended the call and smoothed her hair in the mirrored wall.☆☆☆☆☆Across the street, Audrey sat in a café with fogged windows and a cup of jasmine tea she hadn't touched.Mina was shredding a napk
I Was His Secret Wife, Now I'm His Nightmare A Beautiful Brand. Just Not Yours.
Vivienne Valmont sat at the center of a long table, she looked small and straight-backed, with a silver pen resting between her fingers. She hadn't lifted it once. Her CFO, Étienne Roux, sat to her left. On her right, someone's phone was already tucked into a leather folder, face down.Nobody had explained the rules about phones. They didn't need to. A woman who had spent a lifetime protecting a family business was unlikely to welcome strangers recording her decisions for posterity.Derek went first.He was good. Audrey hated that she noticed.He moved around the room like he'd been born to command it, made a joke about Swiss trains, and had Roux almost smiling by the second slide. His numbers were lower than everyone else's. His timeline was cleaner. He promised a guaranteed campaign and used the word guaranteed four times, as though repetition could turn a promise into a fact."Valmont's history is beautiful," he said, clicking to a slide bathed in soft golden light. "A hundred and
I Was His Secret Wife, Now I'm His Nightmare It’s Not Just You Out the Door
Josh dropped his pen for the third time."Okay, that's it," Carla said, snatching it from his hand. "If I hear that sound one more time, I will be scratching out my eyeballs. Go take a breather if you're nervous.""I'm not nervous.""You're sweating through your shirt, Josh.""It's a warm room."It wasn't. Audrey stood at the end of the table, holding the five penciled frames in a thin folder, rehearsing the opening one last time. Mina mouthed the order of the frames beneath her breath. Nobody had slept more than three hours. The remains of last night's Thai food sat on the windowsill, cold and forgotten.Audrey picked up her grandmother's watch and fastened it around her wrist. The clasp still stuck. Some things, she had learned, grew old without becoming any easier to manage.Her phone lit up. Marcus.'Board votes right after the pitch. Don't be late.'Not even a good luck. She hadn't expected one, but the message still managed to sour her mood. She turned the phone face down."Can
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