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The Billionaire’s Broken Secretary CHAPTER SEVENTY TWO
~Nella~I told myself I wasn’t going to be petty.But the words were out before I could stop them.“Here comes your pregnant girlfriend,” I said flatly, my voice cool and unbothered, even though I felt anything but. Roy turned to look behind him, then back at me, eyes wide with guilt.“Nella, please—” he began, his voice low, trying to explain.But Maya cut in like a crashing wave.“We need to talk, Roy,” she said, arching one perfectly shaped brow as she sauntered closer.Roy didn’t even glance at her. Instead, he grabbed my hand and started pulling me toward his car like we had no audience, no chaos behind us.And the crazy part?Maya followed. Like it was her right to.Just as he reached for the car door, I yanked my hand away, planting my feet on the ground.“If you’ve got something to say,” I snapped, “then say it right here.”Maya didn’t wait a second.“Why are you trying to steal my man?” she fired, voice sharp and venom-laced.“Shut it, Maya!” Roy growled, spinning toward her.
The Billionaire’s Broken Secretary CHAPTER SEVENTY ONE
~Nella~I couldn’t walk away—not now. I needed to hear what she had to say. So I stopped, raised an eyebrow, and fixed my gaze on her.“I love your guts,” Victoria said, rising from her seat.“Well, well,” Maya drawled, taking a slow step forward like some wicked mistress in a castle. “It does take guts to play the game.”“And what game did you pull this time?” I asked, my voice slicing through the tension.She stopped. Turned to me. And smiled—that dangerous, curling kind of smile that promised chaos.“Oh, Nella… poor you,” she said, her tone soaked in venom. “If you want to compete with me, you’re going to have to step up. And unapologetically, I will keep winning. Not that I’m going after your dogs—they’re the ones chasing me. I can’t help it.”She turned back to Victoria, her voice dipping into mock sincerity. “Anyway, I just came to let you know—you should start preparing to welcome me as your sister-in-law.”“Get out,” Victoria snapped.“Chill,” Maya said with a smirk. “I wasn’t
The Billionaire’s Broken Secretary CHAPTER SEVENTY
~Nella~At least Gray was out of the picture. At least the storm with Eva’s grandmother had passed. But now… it had cycled back to Maya.Same Maya.Why was I so unlucky?I blinked hard, holding back the tears threatening to expose me. My chest felt like it was caving in. Without a word, I pushed my chair back, stood up slowly, and reached for my purse.I was ready to leave—ready to run—when Roy reached across the table and gently grabbed my hand.“Princess, please—I… I’m sorry. I can explain.”My voice trembled, but my question came out like a blade.“Did you sleep with her?”He hesitated for a beat too long.“It was a mistake,” he said softly.“So… you did?” My voice cracked.“I was going to tell you. I swear, Nella—it meant nothing. It was a mistake.”I pulled my hand away, calm on the outside but unraveling inside.“Don’t cause a scene, Roy. My life is already a circus online. Please.”I turned and walked away.He followed me, his voice low and desperate. “Nella, please, don’t do t
The Billionaire’s Broken Secretary CHAPTER SIXTY NINE
~Nella~The sound of my heels clicking against the marble floor of Blackwood felt oddly nostalgic. It had been months since I walked these halls with a badge on my lanyard and a tablet tucked beneath my arm. And now here I was again—knowing I will be next to Roy.Roy was standing at the far end of the corridor when I arrived, his arms folded across his chest, dressed in slate-gray, like he belonged to a world I was still trying to re-enter. When his eyes met mine, something unspoken passed between us. Relief. Longing. Gratitude.“Princess,” he said, voice low but unmistakably warm.“I still know my way around,” I replied with a smile, raising my brow as I stopped in front of him.He chuckled, stepping closer. “That’s not why I’m standing here. I just wanted to see you walk in. I’ve missed that.”He led me to his executive suite. My desk had been cleared, polished, waiting. There was now a personalized nameplate sitting on the edge and I smiled seeing my name boldly written on it.The
The Billionaire’s Broken Secretary CHAPTER SIXTY EIGHT
~Nella~Ashley noticed the shift in my expression immediately.“What’s going on? Are you okay?” she asked, concern lacing her voice.I glanced down at my phone, my brows still furrowed. “I just got a message… and I honestly don’t know who it’s from.” I handed the phone to her.“We could go check it out together,” she said, casual as ever. Brave, bold Ashley—she hadn’t changed one bit since we were kids.“Alright,” I murmured, slipping off the bed and dragging my feet into my slippers. Ashley was already by the door, waiting.The living room was empty—no sign of Payson or Mom. Only Lauren remained, hunched over her canvas, completely consumed by her painting. She didn’t even glance up as we passed.We stepped outside. The quiet wrapped around us like a thick blanket. No one was at the gate. We peered down the street. Still nothing.We were about to turn back when I heard it.A whisper.My name.I turned sharply to the left, scanning beyond the parked vehicles. And there he was—Sam—half
The Billionaire’s Broken Secretary CHAPTER SIXTY SEVEN
~Nella~“Mrs. Tiffany… what are you doing here?” Mom’s voice cracked, her eyes wide with shock and something darker—fear.The expression on her face said more than words ever could. Eva’s grandmother wasn’t just a visitor—she was a storm, a threat wrapped in cold elegance.Mrs. Tiffany didn’t bother with pleasantries. Without a word, she strode forward and sat down as if she owned the place. But the true insult came when one of her bodyguards silently laid a pristine towel on the worn couch before she settled, as if the fabric itself might sully her.Mom’s jaw clenched, her voice sharper this time. “What are you doing in my house?”I glanced at Mom, confused. “You know her?” I whispered, but she remained frozen, staring at the woman like she was trying to read a dangerous script. Swallowing hard, I said, “This is Eva’s grandmother.”Mrs. Tiffany smiled—a slow, cruel curl of her lips that didn’t reach her eyes. “I’m pleased to see you still remember me, Mrs. Keith. At the very least, I
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