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43. LINES WE CROSS
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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 42. FATHER AND SON
Robert stared at Davis as though he might disappear if he blinked.His chest rose and fell unevenly, weighed down by something far deeper than surprise—love, regret, longing. It all pressed against his ribs at once, threatening to spill over. His eyes glistened, but he held himself back. Davis’s expression was unreadable, a fortress of granite and glass, and Robert knew that breaking into a sob would only make the moment feel worse. Awkward. Fragile.So he stayed still. They both did.For a long moment, neither of them spoke. They simply looked at each other—studying, measuring, trying to reconcile memory with reality.The nurse cleared her throat softly, sensing the tension.“I’ll give you both some privacy,” she said gently before stepping out and closing the door behind her, leaving a silence so profound it felt as though the oxygen had been vacuumed from the room. Robert shifted slightly on the bed, suddenly aware of everything—his posture, his breathing, the years that had passed
THE JANITOR'S DAUGHTER: Mistress for the CEO 24. FRACTURES AND FAULT LINES
"Is she okay?” Elena asked, her voice laced with genuine concern as she took in the sight of Chelsea trembling at Robert’s side.Robert frowned, his brows knitting together as he glanced down at her. “I’m pretty sure it’s that rascal she’s been seeing,” he muttered, a hint of irritation in his tone
THE JANITOR'S DAUGHTER: Mistress for the CEO 19. MAN IN THE PICTURE FRAME
"Chelsea!"The sound of his voice cut through the suffocating darkness like a blade.Relief didn’t come gently—it crashed into her.Her knees nearly gave out. Chelsea, pinned against the cold metal of the SUV, felt the oppressive weight of her attackers shift.Before she could even open her eyes, c
THE JANITOR'S DAUGHTER: Mistress for the CEO 18. THE NIGHT TURNS DARK
Chelsea stepped out of the car and immediately became aware of the night air against her skin.The red dress.It hugged her body like it had been made for her—silk and daring, clinging to her curves before ending higher on her thighs than she was used to. The neckline dipped just enough to be sugge
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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