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Chapter 15.The Pressure
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The Billionaire's Forbidden Waltz CHAPTER 36 — The Walkout
The building had already adjusted.Adrian noticed it the moment he stepped out of the elevator. Not in any obvious way. Not through signs or announcements. It was in the silence that followed him down the corridor, the way people moved just slightly out of his path without being asked.Elara’s absence had left a shape.Desks were occupied. Screens glowed. Meetings continued. But something essential had been removed, and the foundation was compensating by tightening around it.He walked to his office without stopping.Inside, the lights were dimmed to their default evening setting, though it was barely past noon. The city beyond the glass looked sharp and distant, as if viewed through a lens designed to remove warmth. His desk was exactly as he’d left it that morning. Tablet aligned. Folder stacked. Phone face down.Adrian didn’t sit.He stood by the window for a long moment, hands resting lightly on the edge of the desk, and let the stillness settle. This was the part most people miss
The Billionaire's Forbidden Waltz CHAPTER 35 — Removed
The email arrived at 10:18 a.m.Not early enough to feel routine. Not late enough to feel accidental. Timed to land once the floor had settled into its rhythm, the morning already in motion.By the time it appeared, conversations had found their cadence. Chairs had been pushed back into place. Coffee cups were half-finished and cooling. The day had decided what it was going to be, and then the message arrived to interrupt it quietly.Elara saw the notification appear and didn’t open it right away.It sat at the top of her screen while other alerts slipped beneath it. A calendar reminder blinked once and vanished. A chat notification appeared, then disappeared unanswered. The subject line remained, unmoving.She already knew what it meant.The subject line didn’t soften the message.HR Notice — Immediate Action RequiredNo greeting. No preface. Just a directive framed as inevitability.She stood when she read it. Not because she had to. Because sitting felt like consent.Around her, th
The Billionaire's Forbidden Waltz CHAPTER 34 — The Board Attacks
The boardroom lights were already on when Adrian arrived.Not bright. Just enough to remove shadows.Elara noticed it immediately. The room was ready. The table gleamed, the chairs were set, and the screen at the far end was already on. Nothing here felt rushed. Everything felt planned.She had been asked to wait outside.Not told to leave. Not told to sit. Just asked to wait.The door closed between her and the room with a soft, decisive click.She stood in the corridor alone.Glass walls ran the length of the executive floor, but the shades along the boardroom had been drawn halfway down, leaving only silhouettes visible. Shapes shifted inside. Someone stood. Someone else took a seat. A figure leaned forward, hands braced on the table.Time stretched without measurement.She watched a board assistant pass once, then again, carrying a folder she didn’t glance at Elara while holding. Another assistant paused near the water station, poured a glass, drank half of it, then poured the res
The Billionaire's Forbidden Waltz CHAPTER 33 — Elara’s Breakdown
The noise followed her all the way home.Not the shouting. Not the cameras. Those were outside, easy to shut out once the car doors closed. It was the quieter sounds that stayed with her. The way her name had been said. The way people had looked at her without asking anything. The way the foundation building had seemed to exhale once she was gone.The penthouse was dark when they arrived.Adrian unlocked the door, ushered her inside, and locked it again without comment. He moved through the space the way he always did when something had gone wrong—methodical, contained, checking the windows, the balcony, the security panel. She stood where she was, her bag still over her shoulder, unsure where to put herself now that there were no eyes on her.He noticed.“Elara,” he said gently, “sit.”She didn’t argue. She set her bag down by the door and moved to the couch, lowering herself carefully, as if the wrong movement might trigger something she couldn’t stop. Her hands rested in her lap. T
The Billionaire's Forbidden Waltz CHAPTER 32 — Adrian Takes the Fall
The meeting request didn’t come with a subject line.It appeared on Adrian’s calendar at 9:07 a.m., blocking out an hour that had already been assigned to donor calls and a strategy review. The original entries vanished without explanation. No prompt. No option to decline. Just a location and a list of attendees that hadn’t been there the night before.Board Conference Room A.Elara saw it before he said anything. The color-coded block sat there like a bruise.“You’re not going,” she said.Adrian didn’t look up from his phone. He was standing near the windows, the city blurred behind him, scrolling once, then locking the screen.“I am.”“They’re not even pretending anymore,” she said. “They didn’t ask. They didn’t explain.”He turned toward her then, his expression level. “That’s exactly why I’m going.”She crossed her arms, not defensively. To anchor herself. “They’re setting you up.”“They already have,” he said. “This is the part where they make it look orderly.”They walked throug
The Billionaire's Forbidden Waltz CHAPTER 31 — Fake Emails Appear
Elara noticed the silence first.Not the absence of sound, but the way it rearranged itself around her. She stepped off the elevator and into the executive corridor, and the usual low hum of voices didn’t return. Conversations didn’t stop outright. They thinned. Paused. Redirected.She felt it before she fully understood it. The way people adjusted their posture when she passed. A printer stopped halfway through a job. Someone cleared their throat and didn’t continue speaking.She walked toward her desk.A chair scraped softly somewhere behind her. Someone stood, then sat again. A voice laughed, too loud, then dropped into something careful.Elara set her bag down with measured control. She straightened the edge of a file that didn’t need straightening. The familiar surface of her desk felt altered under her palms, as if it no longer belonged entirely to her. Across the floor, a colleague glanced in her direction, then looked away too quickly. Another kept typing, hands moving fast, e
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