LOGINChapter 32Skylar’s POV“Alright, let’s go to my car,” I said, glancing around the dimly lit area outside the venue. The adrenaline from the fight was still fading, leaving me hyper-aware of every stare and whisper that followed us.Mara hesitated, her eyes flicking toward the direction where Eric usually waited. “Won’t your assistant be there? Is it okay if he listens?”I pursed my lips, thinking it through. Eric was loyal, but some things were better kept between friends for now. “You have a great point. Let’s go to your car instead.”We walked slowly toward the parking lot, the cool night air brushing against my skin and making the damp patches on my clothes feel even colder. Eric was already standing by the vehicle, arms crossed in his usual watchful stance. His brow raised noticeably when he took in my disheveled appearance, wine-stained dress now hidden under Mara’s jacket, messy hair, and the faint redness still lingering on my cheeks from the confrontation. I gave him a small
Skylar’s POV“Mara, what took you so long? I almost froze to…”The words died in my throat as I turned around slowly.“Oh my God… how did you get in here?”Jason’s hand clamped over my mouth before I could react. My heart slammed violently against my ribs, panic rising so fast it made my head spin.“Shh,” he whispered urgently against my ear. “Please don’t scream. I won’t hurt you.”The audacity. I shoved against him with all the strength I had. “Get the hell off me! What’s wrong with you?”Before I could gather myself, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into one of the empty bathrooms, locking the door behind us with a sharp click that echoed too loudly in the confined space.“Calm down, Skylar,” he said, breath uneven. “I just want to talk.”“I’m not interested in anything you have to say, Jason. Get lost.”I struggled against him, pushing hard, but in the process, my dress which was already loose from adjusting it earlier slipped down to my waist and pooled at my feet.For a split s
Skylar’s POVAll my life I had been trampled on by others. People saw my quiet nature and thought it meant weakness, something they could step on without consequence. It chipped away at my self-esteem for years, shaping how I moved through the world, always expecting the next blow. But I had improved. I had stood up to Jason when it mattered most, finding strength I didn’t know I possessed. So who the hell was Natalia Dimitri to embarrass me like this in public, especially when I wasn’t at fault? The anger that had been simmering beneath the surface boiled over into something fierce and unyielding.Before I could even think twice, I reached down and yanked one of her legs out from under her. Natalia came crashing to the floor with a satisfying thud. She was all bones and sharp angles under that expensive dress. Nothing but fragile arrogance. The impact echoed through the now-quiet venue, drawing even more stares. I didn’t stop there. I grabbed a fistful of her perfectly styled hair
Chapter 29Skylar’s POVThe sight hit me like a slap. A female staff member was on her knees in front of Ivan, literally devouring his cock while he fucked her mouth with his eyes squeezed shut in raw pleasure. Soft, wet sounds filled the small lounge, and his hand was tangled in her hair, guiding her rhythm. No wonder they hadn’t heard me calling his name. The door had opened without a sound, and for one frozen second, I just stood there, jaw slack, unable to look away from the crude scene unfolding right in front of me.This was none of my business. Not really. I wasn’t his wife, and I had zero romantic interest in the man. Still, the image burned itself into my mind. Since he couldn’t get me into his bed, he’d clearly chosen the next available alternative. Even so, I couldn’t shake how disgusting it was for a married man to do this so casually, especially with an event happening just meters away and his wife sitting in the same building. The sheer disrespect made my stomach turn.I
Chapter 28Skylar's POVFor the next few days, staying in the house all by myself felt like a slow kind of torture. The silence pressed in from every corner. I’d wake up to an empty bed, the sheets cold where Zane should have been, and that emptiness followed me through every hour. My daily routine became a rigid loop just to keep my mind from spiraling: eat something quick and tasteless, sleep when exhaustion finally won, train until my muscles screamed for mercy, and then drag myself over to work. The work was the only part that gave me any sense of purpose, but even that felt hollow without the usual rhythm of the team around me.Most times, Conor would linger a bit after his own duties, cracking dry jokes or sitting quietly in the living room while I pretended to focus on paperwork. His presence was steady, like an anchor. Sometimes, Mara called me unannounced forcing me to laugh even when I didn’t feel like it. I was grateful for them both, but their calla and visits only highlig
Chapter 27Skylar's POV"Hello, Mr. Ivan.""Hello, Skylar. Drop the formalities . Just call me Ivan. How have you been?""I'm good, thank you. And you must be doing perfectly well too. Right, Mr…oh, pardon me. Ivan."He chuckled. That rich, full laugh I recognised from the reception. "You know how life is for a businessman. Busy. But I'm well. Did you see the post?""Oh, that." I settled back against the headboard and switched to the voice I used for conversations I wasn't particularly interested in. Just enough engagement to be polite. "He brought it on himself. He should have backed away when he still had the chance.""Indeed he should have." He paused. I could hear the mild amusement in his voice, like someone who had watched an entertaining film and was still thinking about it fondly. "But that's not why I called. I'll get to the point. I'm proposing a collaboration between IND Technologies and Skylar Designs. Luxury products, foreign clients, cross-market visibility. It would be







