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Chapter 19

Author: Uyai Jimmy
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-15 14:38:05

Back at her home, Ava woke to the heavy banging of her external gate. It was not the kind of sound that could be mistaken for a casual knock; it was urgent, almost desperate, as though whoever was out there had been waiting for hours and could not wait any longer.

The morning was bright, and the sun had already claimed its place in the sky, streaming golden light through the half-drawn curtains. A soft breeze pushed against them, carrying with it the faint scent of freshly watered flowers from the garden. The mansion was quiet except for the rhythmic clinking of plates and the chatter of her maids somewhere downstairs.

She lay there for a moment, her heart calm, her mind wandering lazily. She had not been expecting visitors. Her mornings were usually hers alone, slow, deliberate, free of surprises. But that banging at the gate was disturbing the calm she loved.

With a small frown, she slipped out of bed and crossed the room, her bare feet brushing against the cool marble floor. Her si
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    The night stretched on, quiet but heavy with unspoken things. Damian’s body was present, but his mind wandered,back to that boardroom, back to the hollow look in Ava’s eyes, back to the silence of her phone that still haunted him. Even here, with Lydia’s warmth pressed to his side, the ghost of another woman clung to him.Lydia felt it. Every pause in his breathing, every distracted glance, every kiss that lacked weight,it all told her the same story. She didn’t need to ask where his thoughts had gone; she already knew.But she did not move away. She did not accuse, or lash out, or plead. Instead, she leaned closer, her hand resting lightly against his chest as though anchoring him. Her lips curved into a faint smile, one he could not see.She would not speak of Ava. Not tonight. Silence was stronger. Silence gave her time.As Damian sat lost in thought, haunted by shadows he could not name aloud, Lydia closed her eyes against his shoulder. She felt the distance, sharp and cutting, bu

  • Scent of my mistress    Chapter 31

    Damian went home after the board meeting that day. His shoulders sagged against the leather seat of the car, his hand resting idly on the phone he had tried calling countless times. He had seen Ava earlier that afternoon, lingering at the company before she disappeared. But now her number wasn’t going through. The silence gnawed at him, each unanswered attempt stirring something between frustration and dread.The ride home was heavy, thick with his thoughts. The city lights bled through the tinted windows, flickering across his face, but none of it registered. He leaned back, loosening his tie, eyes closed, yet no rest came. By the time the car pulled into the driveway, he was wound tight with worry.Inside, Lydia was on a call. Her voice was low, polished, controlled , the kind of tone she used when she wanted to appear untouched by whatever storms brewed around her. Rachel had called her earlier to inform her about the board’s decision, but Lydia wanted confirmation from Damian hims

  • Scent of my mistress    Chapter 30

    Samuel’s hands roamed with a hunger that bordered on ruthless, tugging the dress higher until it bunched around Ava’s waist. She shivered as cool air licked her thighs, every inch of exposed skin feeling claimed by his gaze.“You wore this for me?” he teased, his voice husky as his thumb traced the wet patch on her lace panties.Ava’s breath hitched. “Don’t flatter yourself.”But the lie broke apart the moment he pressed harder, the friction sending shockwaves through her body. She arched against his hand, betraying the ache building between her thighs.“You say no with your mouth,” Samuel murmured, dipping his head to capture her nipple through the thin fabric of her bra, “but your body begs for me.”A helpless moan escaped her lips as he sucked, teeth grazing, his free hand sliding under the lace to stroke her bare heat. Fingers parted her folds with deliberate precision, finding her swollen and dripping. Ava gasped, clutching the sheets, her body arching like a bow.“Samuel…” she w

  • Scent of my mistress    Chapter 29

    Ava stepped into the hotel room that day, her heels sinking slightly into the plush carpet as the door clicked shut behind her. She had given Samuel the directions herself, even answered his call with a steady voice, though every fiber of her body had screamed at her to turn away. She shouldn’t be here, not after everything.Her chest tightened at the thought of Damian. As much as she loathed his arrogance, he had defended her in the boardroom. Without his weight, the verdict might have crushed her completely. For a fleeting moment that afternoon, lying on her bed after the exhausting session, she had thought about canceling. About keeping Samuel at a distance, at least for now. But it was too late. He was already here, waiting. And Ava knew better than to risk offending a man who held so much knowledge about her past. Not now.Samuel was leaning against the edge of the table when she entered, casual in his posture, deliberate in his gaze. He wore no smile, only the faintest curve of

  • Scent of my mistress    Chapter 28

    The apartment was silent when Ava returned. Silence was something she had learned to use, to soak into her bones until it became a cloak. After the decision in the boardroom and her little talk with Damian, she collapsed briefly onto the chaise by the window. The afternoon light had been soft, bleeding gold across the curtains, and exhaustion had stolen her for a while.When she stirred awake, the room was hushed. She blinked, adjusted, and let the heaviness settle before she pushed herself upright. The nap had been short, but it was enough. Enough to draw a line between the woman who had faced the board and the woman who would now face Samuel.She swung her legs to the floor, her bare feet meeting the coolness of the polished wood. The clock on the wall told her what she already knew ,jt was time. Samuel was waiting. He had been waiting, in his own way, since the last time they crossed paths. She remembered the lingering touch of his hand, the heat in his eyes, the eagerness poorly

  • Scent of my mistress    Chapter 27

    Ava's perspectiveThe air in Damian’s office clung to her skin long after she left it, heavy with his frustration, his restraint, his denial of what they both knew to be true. He had tried to draw the line, but Ava had seen the hesitation in his eyes, the hand that almost touched her before he pulled it away. That sliver of weakness was enough. Enough to remind her that, even cut down, she still had power.The hallway outside seemed colder, brighter, the fluorescent lights exposing the whispers that followed her footsteps. They all knew. They had all watched her fall. Demoted, diminished, stripped of the authority she once wielded like a blade.But Ava smiled faintly as she walked. Let them believe she was finished. Survival was not always about winning in the open. Sometimes it was about sinking low enough that no one saw you sharpening your knives.Back in her office , still hers for the moment , she closed the door behind her and leaned against it, eyes sweeping the space. Every in

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