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Chapter 38: Ignorance is bliss
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the billonaires secretary Chapter 39: Villa
BiancaThe city still looked the same when we got back. Same buildings. Same streets. Same too bright lights. But I felt different. Hollowed out and full all at once. The office was quieter too, or maybe that was just me. I did my work. Smiled when necessary. Laughed in all the right places during meetings. But there was a slight tremor in me now, like my body couldn’t quite catch up to my mind. I caught myself tapping my pen against my notebook more than usual. Chewing my bottom lip. Zoning out while staring at Excel sheets that used to come easy. Dean noticed. Of course he did. I felt his eyes on me during meetings. During breaks. During those quiet in between moments where we didn’t speak but hovered near each other like gravity was involved. Still, he didn’t say anything. Not right away. And I was grateful. I didn’t want words. I wanted space. By the time Friday rolled around, I was surviving but barely. The office buzzed with end of week relief, but I was just trying not to f
the billonaires secretary Chapter 38: Ignorance is bliss
BiancaThe road stretched ahead, smooth and quiet, the kind of quiet that hummed in your bones. I sat curled into the far end of the backseat, knees tucked under me, my headphones in but the music was just... noise. It didn’t drown anything out. Not the pounding in my chest. Not the words still echoing in my head. Happy birthday, my little star... I blinked hard, forcing the memory of the letter back into the envelope. Dean was beside me, typing away on his laptop, his face lit by the faint blue glow of the screen. He hadn’t said much since we left. Neither had I. But his presence was steady, calm , quiet, unshakable. And right now, that was enough. My childhood home was only a few hours outside the city, but the distance felt like eternity. Every mile forward dragged me further into memories I wasn’t ready for. Still, I had to go. I needed answers. We pulled into the neighborhood just as the sky dipped into that soft evening orange, everything touched with gold. The last house on
the billonaires secretary Chapter 37: 18 letters
BiancaDean drove me home in the early hours of the morning. The streets were quiet, and the air had that cold, still feeling that only came right before sunrise. I didn’t say much. I didn’t need to. He kept his hand on the steering wheel and stole glances at me like he was trying to figure out how to keep me from breaking again.I had told him everything last night. The parts I hadn’t even admitted to myself out loud before. And still, he looked at me like I was worth saving.Like I wasn’t the broken thing my mother and stepdad raised me to be.By the time we pulled up to my building, I was exhausted but too wired to sleep. Dean reached over, touched my hand softly, and just said, “If you need anything West I'm only a text away.”I nodded, stepped out of the car, and let the door shut behind me.My mom and Lily were still in the same postion as I left when I got in. My mom’s shoes were still by the door. Both of them were still asleep. Like the world hadn’t cracked open just a few ho
the billonaires secretary Chapter 36: A blast from the past
Bianca I must’ve blacked out the second I hit the couch. The last thing I remember was kicking off my heels, letting Lily jump onto my lap, and telling myself I’d get up in five minutes. But when I open my eyes again, the apartment is drenched in the soft blue-gray light of early morning, and something feels... off. There’s a smell. Familiar. Sharp, greasy with too much seasoning. Comforting in the kind of way that makes my heart sink. Eggs. Bacon. Coffee. My head jerks up, and Lily who’s usually the first to wake me with a lick to the face is curled by the couch leg, ears stiff, eyes locked on the kitchen. She’s not wagging her tail. I sit up slowly. There’s humming. A low, soft hum of a song that I haven’t heard in years but somehow still remember. My chest clenches. My feet hit the floor in slow motion. I move through the hallway like someone sleepwalking through a nightmare they’ve had a hundred times before. And then I see her. At my stove. In my kitchen. Like s
the billonaires secretary Chapter 35: Paw Heaven
BiancaI barely noticed the time. Between back to back emails, a stubborn spreadsheet, and trying to troubleshoot a last minute vendor issue Dean tossed to me with a half apology and a caffeine bribe, the day had slipped through my fingers.It wasn’t until I stretched my neck and saw the golden tint of the setting sun bleeding through the glass windows that I remembered… dinner.Our dinner.The knock was soft. I looked up just in time to see Dean step into my office, his hand running through his hair the way he always did when he was either tired or guilty.“Hey,” he said quietly.I dropped my pen. “Hey. What time is it?”“Almost nine.”My heart sank. “Oh.”He took a step closer. “Bianca… I cancelled the reservation.”I blinked. “Oh.”“I didn’t want to rush it,” he said, eyes on mine. “Not after the kind of day we’ve had. You look exhausted.”I opened my mouth, then closed it again. It wasn’t what I expected him to say. And it wasn’t like I didn’t feel the weight of the day pressing b
the billonaires secretary Chapter 35: Back to Reality
Bianca...I stood in front of my closet for far too long, staring at clothes like I’d forgotten how to dress for work. I wasn’t nervous, exactly. I just… wasn’t the same woman who walked out of that office weeks ago, exhausted and humiliated and completely unsure of where I stood. Now, I knew exactly where I’d stood with my legs wrapped around his waist, my nails digging into his back, his name on my lips like a prayer and a curse. Yeah. Definitely not the same woman. I finally settled on a white flowered neck blouse tucked into black tailored trousers, modest but sharp. My blazer was navy, my heels low and sensible. Classic, neutral, unbothered. Fake it till you make it, right? The elevator ride to the executive floor was silent, but I felt the weight of eyes the second the doors opened. I wasn’t imagining it the way the front desk assistant paused mid typing, or how two women near the break room suddenly leaned in to whisper. Whatever they thought they knew, I wasn’t about to
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