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30. UNWELCOMED VISITOR

作者: Ify Francis
last update publish date: 2026-04-10 21:14:25

To profess love was an act of profound vulnerability, a brave surrender that Davis Dylan had spent a lifetime avoiding. To love someone was to hand them a weapon, acknowledging that their words or actions held the singular power to make or mar you. For most of his life, Davis had moved through the world where "love" was a transactional script. He had said it without meaning it, and he had heard it from others as a cold formality—actors performing for an audience of socialites and shareholders.

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  • THE JANITOR'S DAUGHTER: Mistress for the CEO   48. THE WEIGHT OF FORGIVENESS

    The drive to Queen's place felt longer than usual. Davis sat in the back, his hands clasped tightly. He had promised Elena—and himself—that tonight would be the end of the masquerade. He was going to walk in, face the matriarch, and dismantle the wedding brick by brick.But when the heavy mahogany doors swung open, he wasn't met with the cold, calculating politician he had prepared to fight. Instead, he found Queen in the center of the grand foyer, her face lit with a rare, genuine radiance.“Davis! I am so glad you are here,” she exclaimed, her heels clicking rhythmically on the marble as she hurried toward him. She held a gold-embossed folder to her chest like a prize. “You won't believe it—I was able to secure The Glass Atrium for the wedding. Exclusive reservation. The hall had been booked for months, but as soon as Lily heard it was for a Dylan wedding, she cancelled the other arrangement in a flash. Isn't it sleek? It’s exactly the kind of statement we need.”Davis sighed. The G

  • THE JANITOR'S DAUGHTER: Mistress for the CEO   47. HER MOTHER'S DAUGHTER

    As Elena pulled her car into the familiar driveway, the scent of blooming jasmine and freshly turned earth greeted her. Elena had rehearsed the conversation a dozen times in her head on her way over, yet none of those versions prepared her for how small she suddenly felt standing at her mother’s front door. The conversation with Davis had been a revelation, a sudden shedding of a heavy skin she hadn’t realized was suffocating her. But Davis was only half the battle.The house looked exactly the same—neat hedges, freshly swept porch, the faint scent of jasmine that always lingered in the air. It was a place that had always meant safety. She lifted her hand and knocked.The door swung open almost immediately. Helen was a woman of soft edges and warm colors, her face lighting up with a radiant, uncomplicated joy.“Elena!” her mother exclaimed, her face lighting up with genuine delight. “Oh, my goodness, look at you!” Helen cried gently, pulling her daughter into a hug that smelled of l

  • THE JANITOR'S DAUGHTER: Mistress for the CEO   46. LOVE IS DEATH OF DUTY

    lThe silence that followed their dual confessions was not the heavy, suffocating kind that usually draped the house. It was lighter, like the air in a room where a long-locked window had finally been pried open.Davis stared at Elena, his eyebrows arched in genuine astonishment. "You are? Truly?"Elena let out a breath she felt she had been holding for years. She tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, her movements jagged with nervous relief. “Richard is a chief doctor from the main quarters of the clinic. I met him during my housemanship, back when I was just trying to survive the night shifts. He... he’s been making sure I have a quiet, easy landing ever since.” She caught herself, and looked at him. “I'm sorry, Davis. I should have told you about him long before now. I shouldn't have let it get this far.”Davis let out a short, dry chuckle and shook his head. "No, it's okay. Your med school stories always bored me anyway. It is totally normal to stop talking when you aren't ge

  • THE JANITOR'S DAUGHTER: Mistress for the CEO   45. THE WAY OF THE HEART

    The city blurred into a streak of charcoal and amber as the black sedan navigated the evening traffic. Inside, Davis sat in a silence so thick it felt tangible. He leaned his forehead against the cool glass of the window, his mind a chaotic loop of his father’s advice and the hollow in his chest that had become his constant companion."Miss Chelsea says you have got to stop drinking."João’s voice, steady and devoid of its usual hesitation, cut through Davis’s thoughts like a serrated knife. Davis snapped his head toward the front, staring sharply at the back of João’s head from the passenger's seat. His heart, which had been beating in a slow, whiskey-induced rhythm, suddenly hammered against his ribs."She said that?" Davis asked, his voice surging with a desperate eagerness. He leaned forward."What else did she say? João, tell me—how is she? How did she look?"João kept his eyes fixed on the road, but his shoulders seemed to drop an inch. "She says you should stop sending me to lo

  • THE JANITOR'S DAUGHTER: Mistress for the CEO   44. MOTHERS KNOW BEST

    The supermarket wasn’t crowded, but it wasn’t quiet either. The steady hum of refrigerators, the occasional chatter between customers, and the beep of scanners created a dull rhythm Chelsea had grown oddly accustomed to. It helped her think—or perhaps, helped her not think too much. She pushed the cart slowly, her eyes drifting over shelves without truly seeing them. Her mind was elsewhere. Her mother’s death was still like a wound that refused to close. It had only been days, yet it felt like a lifetime had passed since the funeral. The house had grown quieter, heavier. Her father had thrown himself into work with a desperation she understood too well. It was easier to be busy than to sit with grief.Chelsea had chosen the opposite.She stayed home more often now. Avoided people. Avoided questions. Avoided the world.And yet, here she was.Because life, unfortunately, didn’t pause for heartbreak. Chelsea had quit the clinic in a flurry of shame, and she knew that the dozens of misse

  • THE JANITOR'S DAUGHTER: Mistress for the CEO   43. LINES WE CROSS

    Elena kept both hands firmly on the steering wheel, her fingers tightening and loosening in restless intervals as she pulled into the quiet street. The engine hummed beneath her, but her mind was far louder—crowded, suffocating. When she finally parked, she didn’t step out immediately. She just sat there, staring ahead, gathering the courage she wasn’t sure she had.She checked her rearview mirror out of habit, half-expecting to see a black sedan with tinted windows tailing her, but the street was empty. Elena finally stepped out, the cool evening air biting at her skin.She wasn't at a conference. The lie she had fed the receptionist at the clinic felt like a heavy stone in her pocket, but it was a necessary weight. Lately, Elena felt like a crab stripped of its shell, forced to stand under the blistering heat of a sun she hadn't asked for. Ever since her public association with the Dylans, her life no longer felt like hers. Every move, every decision—it all felt watched, weighed, j

  • THE JANITOR'S DAUGHTER: Mistress for the CEO   12. BETWEEN WANT AND FEAR

    The cool air of the room hit her skin as the clasp of her bra gave way, but the chill was instantly replaced by the heat of Davis’s gaze. Her breasts, freed and firm, seemed to catch the light, their peaks rising with her shallow, quickening breaths. Davis pulled back just an inch—and admired them.

  • THE JANITOR'S DAUGHTER: Mistress for the CEO   10. IN HEIGHTS OF PASSION

    “Amber, cancel the rest of my meetings for today. I have...important things to attend to," Davis selected his words over the phone. “I'll be leaving.”An affirmative “Noted, sir” from Amber was satisfactory enough for him to hang up. “I'm sorry if I am causing any inconvenience. If you want...”“I

  • THE JANITOR'S DAUGHTER: Mistress for the CEO   9. GET YOUR SEXY ON

    “Boss, someone is here to see you.”Amber’s voice cut through the heavy silence in Davis’s office.He leaned back in his swivel chair, loosening his tie as he exhaled slowly. The meeting with Chief Fergus Oldstone had drained what little patience he had left for the day.“You know I just finished w

  • THE JANITOR'S DAUGHTER: Mistress for the CEO   8. BOY ISSUE?

    Elena’s voice cut through Chelsea’s thoughts like a soft knock on glass.“Chelsea?”She looked up, startled, realizing she had been stirring the same spoon through her soup for far too long. Lunch had come and almost gone, and she had barely tasted a thing.Elena studied her with gentle concern. “Y

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