"Sir, that's my personal matter," I said firmly, trying to avoid his question. I didn’t want any more involvement with the man who had ruined my dreams.
He stepped closer, his gaze sharp. “Miss Lily, don’t act innocent. I know everything about you. So, tell me.” I gritted my teeth. “Sir, our relationship ended long ago. Why are you suddenly so interested in your ex’s life again?” I could feel his fury building. If I had been a punching bag, he would have thrown a hundred punches by now. His clenched fists and tense posture made it obvious how hard he was trying to control himself. He was the reason our love story had collapsed. “Lily Stephens,” he said, his lips curling slightly, “you’ve already spent a night with me.” Was that supposed to be a threat? A form of blackmail? I responded sharply, “Yes, sir. Consider it a one-night stand.” He turned away and walked a few steps before stopping and glancing back. “You’re free from today. I won’t bother you anymore.” Free? Did he really think I was still emotionally bound to him? That I belonged to him in some twisted way? Never. Ten days passed. I was working nonstop, sleeping barely three hours a night, determined to prove I deserved the promotion. All thanks to the person who had sabotaged my original project. As I sat immersed in my thoughts... “Lily Stephens? Lily Stephens?” The voice grew louder. “Lily Stephens!” I jolted awake. I had fallen asleep at my desk again. I turned to find my boss glaring at me. He looked furious and embarrassed. Behind him stood a group of people—William Thomas and his inspection team. A surprise inspection. My heart sank. This was the first time I had seen William in over ten days. But he wasn’t his usual self. He radiated authority, disappointment, and something colder. I swallowed hard. My boss’s expression told me all I needed to know — I had ruined his credibility. William stood silently, his presence heavy. I bowed slightly and murmured, “I’m sorry, sir.” But it was too late. Three words dropped like a bomb. “You’re fired.” I didn’t protest. I didn’t beg. It was my fault—I had fallen asleep on the job, no matter how hard I had been working. I shut my laptop, packed my things, and left without a word. The elevator was already on my floor. I stepped in. Ting. As the doors closed, tears streamed down my face. I hadn’t expected this. After everything I’d gone through, this was the end? My eyes grew heavy again. I didn’t even realize when I drifted into unconsciousness. “Everything looks fine. Nothing alarming in this case,” a voice said. I stirred slightly, my eyelids heavy. Another voice replied, “Thank you, doctor.” Doctor? I forced my eyes open and found myself lying in a hospital bed. William was seated next to the doctor, who soon walked out of the room. William took a seat in front of me. “I didn’t know you were so clever,” he said. Clever? How could I be clever? I just got fired for sleeping at my desk. “What happened?” I asked weakly. “You’re pregnant,” he said plainly. “And the child is mine.” What?! I was stunned. I didn’t want to ruin my life for a child—especially not one with him. Marriage was never in my plans anymore. And now this? I looked at him, my expression blank. His cold smile told me he already knew how I would react. I stood up shakily. “I don’t want this child. Please.” He didn’t flinch. He folded his arms and replied coolly, “I don’t want you. But I do want the child.” “But I don’t!” I snapped. He shrugged. “That’s fine. Give birth, and you can leave. Just act as a surrogate mother.” I stared at him, speechless. “I’ll pay you,” he added, without a hint of emotion. The offer was tempting. I had no job. The fifty thousand dollars he had given me earlier was locked in savings, untouched. I was trying to build a future—maybe a house, a new life. He pulled out a document. “You just have to sign this.” I eyed it cautiously. “What’s in it?” “You agree to give birth to my child, get paid for it, and walk away forever. No contact with me or the baby. Ever.” I looked at him in disbelief. He had planned this so quickly, as if it were a business deal. Still... I signed. If this would get me out of this twisted chapter — and if it paid well enough to start a new life — so be it.The buzz of the grand company event still lingered in the air the next morning, though the glitz had faded into silence. Lily had left the venue early, the echoes of whispered judgments and fake smiles still haunting her. Now, as she stepped back into the office, everything looked the same—but felt entirely different.The office felt unusually still that morning—eerily silent, like the moment just before thunder cracks open a dark sky.Lily stood near the elevator, organizing the last few files she had retrieved from the records room. Her heels clicked softly against the marbled floor as she made her way to William’s office. She was early—perhaps too early. But after the week she had endured—being framed, humiliated in front of her colleagues, and barely getting through Natasha's sharp remarks—she had started arriving earlier and leaving later. It was the only way to keep her head above water.As she reached the CEO’s office, the door was slightly ajar. William was already inside, sta
The wind outside rustled gently against the curtains as Lily leaned against her kitchen counter, a mug of lukewarm tea in her hand. She hadn’t slept well. Not because of nightmares—those had become routine—but because of the weight of the week ahead.Today was the company’s grand annual event. The one Lily used to attend with pride as a regular employee. Now, she would be attending not just as an employee, not even as William’s secretary—but as a woman surrounded by whispers, half-truths, and layers of corporate deception.She hadn’t told anyone what she had found in the confidential emails, not even Justin. She had printed copies and tucked them under a floorboard in her apartment, far from the reach of anyone who might come looking.The dress code was formal. Lily had chosen a sleek, wine-colored dress that didn’t scream for attention, but gave her just enough of it. It wasn’t for William or anyone else—it was for her. A reminder that she hadn’t broken yet.By 5 PM, the event hall w
The tension at the office had only grown since the threat on my apartment door. I didn’t return home—I couldn’t. Every breath I took outside the safety of William’s company felt like it came with a target painted on my back. I was done ignoring the signs. Done pretending this was all coincidence. Someone was orchestrating this.And the alias "ML" kept echoing through my thoughts like a warning bell.After grabbing a large black coffee, I sat at my desk and opened the HR portal. I tried a few access routes to search for “ML” or anything close. Nothing. Access restricted. Clearance required. Even with the CEO’s secretary tag, I couldn’t see upper-executive alias records.I shot a message to Nany.L: I can’t get into the HR archives. Blocked.N: Give me ten minutes.She was in another department, but her tech guy friends had proven resourceful more than once. While I waited, I went through the company-wide mail logs—at least what I had access to. The phrase “AtlasPhoenix” kept coming up
The next morning, I woke to a pounding headache and a heart racing from restless dreams. The photo from last night replayed in my mind on a loop. Someone had taken a picture of me and Nany, then left it in my desk drawer. It was a message.A threat.I took no chances this time. I left my personal phone at home, packed Nany's burner in my purse, and backed up Kevin's flash drive contents to a private cloud folder I had created overnight. Every precaution felt like a drop in the ocean, but I couldn’t afford any slip-ups. Not now.When I reached the office, the tension was so thick it nearly choked me. People looked away when I passed, and Samantha was already at her desk, humming cheerfully. She barely glanced at me.I ignored her. But something was off.Wait—wasn’t Samantha fired?The question nagged at me. I remembered the chaos and fallout from the previous weeks. She had been escorted out by HR after trying to sabotage my work. So why was she back now like nothing had happened?Befo
The office was unusually silent the next morning, as if the entire building was holding its breath. I stepped in, clutching my bag tightly, the weight of the flash drive inside a constant reminder of what I was getting into. Kevin's confession had shifted something inside me. I was no longer simply trying to reclaim my career—I was trying to uncover a dangerous lie.I powered on my computer and checked my emails. Nothing new from Kevin. I opened a fresh notebook and began scribbling names, dates, and fragments of the evidence I'd found. AtlasPhoenix. RedSparrow. VisionTech sabotage. Internal override. Hidden development. Third-party investors.Each piece was a thread, and I was finally starting to see the web.Then, without warning, my screen flickered.A message popped up. No sender. No subject."Stop digging, Lily. You don't know who you're dealing with."My heart stopped.I read it again, then a third time. The message vanished.I stared blankly at the screen. No trace. No draft. N
The next morning, the sky was gray, and a storm brewed in the air—a perfect match for my mood. The text from Justin had been haunting me since last night."He’s not who you think he is. The truth about Project VisionTech is bigger than Natasha. Bigger than William. You’re being watched."I had barely slept. My thoughts were tangled, each one tripping over the next. William had been cold, but never threatening. And Project VisionTech? That had been my baby—until it was ripped from my hands and sabotaged.But if William wasn’t behind it... who was?And why was Justin texting me now?I arrived at work early. Earlier than usual. The office was quiet, the smell of fresh coffee wafting through the corridors. William wasn't in yet, and his door was shut. I settled at my desk and opened my laptop, determined to dive back into the files I had downloaded two nights ago.The ones labeled Confidential.I found one titled: VT Internal Memo - Override Protocols. It was dated two months before I was