Mag-log inDerek's Pov I froze. My knees trembled so badly I thought I was going to collapse right onto the marble floor alongside Olivia. "W-What...? I don't... I don't understand, sir..." Earl leaned down slightly, his dark, terrifying eyes burning directly into mine, his voice dropping into a harsh, deeply disrespectful sneer that humiliated me to my absolute core. "Let me make it exceptionally simple for your small brain to process, Mr. Derek," Earl spat, his words hitting me like a succession of heavy, brutal blows. "You're fired. Get your pathetic face out of my building, pack your cheap belongings, and take your pregnant little garbage bag out with you." The entire lobby gasped in unison. "No! Mr. Carlisle, please!" Olivia shrieked from the floor, throwing herself forward and grabbing at the hem of Earl's trousers with trembling, tear-stained face. "Please don't fire me! It was all Derek's idea! He forced me into this! I have a baby coming, I need this job!" “Well, you should
Derek's Pov “W-what?!” I stammered, my eyes going wide. It felt like someone had used a hammer to strike me in the middle of my head. My vision blurred at the edges and my ears began to ring with a high-pitched sound. Senior Assistant Designer?! Harvey?! No... No, no, no! This was impossible! This had to be a nightmare! I had locked her in her room that morning! I made sure she wouldn't be able to leave the house. She was eventually able to, how she did it, I have no idea but by the time I left, there was hardly any more time for her to have gotten to the office for an interview! She wouldn't have been able to get here in time! How did she get the position?! My hands slipped entirely off Harvey’s wrist, dropping limply to my sides like two dead pieces of wood. I looked at Harvey. She was standing there, her head held high, her chin lifted, her face completely calm and composed. She didn't look like a timid housewife. She didn't look like the woman who spent three years cook
Derek's Pov “Who dares lay a hand on my employee?!” A voice echoed from the elevators and I froze immediately, my hands stopping in mid air. The low, powerful rumble of that voice cut straight through the chaos in the lobby, turning every single person who was standing and looking at the drama into stone. The yelling, the sobbing, the furious whispers, it all vanished in a second. I kept my hands hanging in the air for a moment, my heart hammering against my ribs, before I turned my head toward the elevator where the voice had sounded from. The doors slid open smoothly. Stepping out into the bright lobby was a tall, imposing man in a a baby blue suit, accompanied by his head assistant, Mark. My breath caught in my throat and my knees almost buckled right then and there. Earl Carlisle. The absolute top of the food chain. The man who owned Atelier Haus, who built this empire from the ground up, and whose single nod could elevate a designer’s entire career or crush it into dust. He
Harvey's Pov “That's because she's just a surrogate! It's not the way you're thinking!” Derek announced loudly, his words cutting through the lobby like a meat cleaver. "Olivia is nothing more than a contracted surrogate mother! My wife, Harvey, has not been able to give birth during the years that we've been married so I asked Olivia to help me!” Silence instantly fell over the room once again. I stared at Derek, my jaw tightening as a wave of disbelief washed over me. I knew Derek was selfish and spineless. But I never, in my wildest dreams, expected him to throw Olivia under the bus with such ruthless speed just to save his own career and reputation. In a single sentence, he had completely stripped Olivia of her dignity. He reduced her from a woman he claimed to care about into a hired womb, a shameless body for lease, while simultaneously trying to paint himself as a dutiful, tragic husband who was just trying to build a family despite his "defective" wife. He had put both m
Harvey's Pov Derek’s smile faltered for a second, a slight frown tugging at the edge of his brows as he cast a quick, annoyed glance sideways at Olivia.Before he could open his mouth to speak or try to smooth things over, I raised my hand slightly, cutting him off mid-breath."Wait, Derek. Before you say anything else, I want to ask you a question in front of everyone standing here," I said, keeping my eyes fixed on his face. "As far as I know, you are a married man. And the woman you are legally married to is certainly not Olivia. So... how come Olivia has been telling all her friends at work that the two of you are getting married very soon?"A silence fell over the entire lobby. Derek blinked once. Then twice. The color drained from his face as if someone had just doused him in ice water. His mouth parted, his eyes darting frantically between me and the crowd of employees surrounding us."W… What?!" Derek stammered, his voice cracking slightly as a look of confusion washed over h
Harvey's Pov "Why the hell is that any of your business?!" I shot back, adjusting my top and taking a step back. "Keep your hands to yourself!" I put my palms over my necklace, staring at her. She was crazy. What the hell does she have to do with my necklace? “You stole it from me, didn't you? How could you steal my stuff?!” She half yelled, half cried. Olivia had tears dripping down her eyes, “Derek bought that for me as a gift. I haven't even been able to wear it yet! If you wanted it, you would have asked me. You didn't need to take it behind my back!” “Are you crazy? Or just delusional?” I asked in utter disbelief, taking another step back, however, someone pushed me forward again. “You're asking if Olivia's delusional? She's been defending you ever since you tried to trespass but the only thing you could do was to steal from her?!” “Olivia, you really need to check the people you call your friends. This bitch isn't someone you should keep around.” “You're all







