Lahat ng Kabanata ng Irresistible Temptation : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Mildred hesitated for a moment, but then forced a calm smile. "Alright, Nelson," she said lightly. "Lead the way."He gestured for her to follow him, his movements sharp and commanding. As they made their way through the house, Mildred's mind raced. She knew that upstairs cry had to mean Victoria—or someone else—was being held against their will. She just needed to figure out how to confirm it and get the information back to Gerald without raising Nelson’s suspicions.Nelson led her into his study, a dark room lined with shelves of expensive leather-bound books and decorated with an air of superiority. He moved behind the massive oak desk and sat, gesturing for her to sit opposite him.Mildred took the seat, her back straight and her hands folded neatly on her lap. She could feel his eyes on her, trying to read her thoughts. She met his gaze with a composed smile."Now," Nelson said, leaning back in his chair, "tell me why you're really here. Spare me the act, Mildred. You're not one

Mildred paced back and forth in her hotel room, her mind racing with thoughts of the encounter she’d had with Nelson. The memory of that muffled cry upstairs still gnawed at her. Gerald sat on the edge of the bed, his fingers steepled as he watched her anxiously.“Mildred,” he said finally, his voice steady but strained, “you’re making me nervous. Just tell me what you found out.”She stopped pacing and turned to him, her face grave. “Victoria is at Nelson’s house, Gerald. I heard her—upstairs. But it’s worse than that.”Gerald’s fists clenched on his lap, his jaw tightening. “Worse? What do you mean?”“I went there pretending to apologize,” she explained, sitting across from him. “I thought I could gain his trust, but Nelson’s too smart for that. He’s suspicious of me now.”“Then what do we do?” Gerald asked, his voice edged with frustration. “We can’t just leave Victoria there, Mildred. We have to act fast!”“I know,” she said, her tone firm. “But barging in there won’t work. Nelson

The sharp knock on Nelson’s front door pulled his attention from the paperwork he was reviewing. His brow furrowed in irritation—he wasn’t expecting anyone. Pulling the door open, Nelson froze for a moment, his brow furrowing in genuine surprise at the sight of the person standing before him.Bianca?Bianca stood there, her stance confident, though her sharp eyes betrayed a mix of determination and caution. She was dressed impeccably, as always, her fitted blazer and heels exuding an air of power that Nelson had once admired—and feared.“Bianca,” he said, the name dripping with suspicion. “What are you doing here?”“Hello, Nelson,” she said coolly, her lips curving into a faint smile and eyes glinting with calculated warmth. “is that any way to greet an old flame?”Nelson’s lips quirked into a smirk, though his wariness didn’t fade. “Old flame, huh? You’ve never been one for nostalgia.”Bianca stepped forward, brushing past him into the house without waiting for an invitation. “Mayb

Bianca sighed as she finished her wine, the weight of the situation finally catching up to her. She stood, smoothing the fabric of her dress, and glanced at Gerald and Mildred.“There’s one more thing,” she said hesitantly, her voice softer now. “Nelson mentioned something about ‘everything being ready’ soon. I don’t know what he’s planning, but it sounded like there’s a timeline.”Gerald’s frown deepened. “Did he give any indication of what ‘ready’ means?”Bianca shook her head. “No. He’s being cryptic, as usual. But it sounded important—something he’s been working on for a while. Maybe it has to do with the wedding, or maybe it’s something bigger.”Mildred leaned forward, her expression serious. “If there’s a timeline, we need to move faster. We can’t let him go through with whatever he’s planning.”Bianca nodded, her confident demeanor returning. “I’ll do what I can. I’ll keep pressing him, and see what else I can get.” she said and grabbed her purse and headed for the door. “I’ll

Realizing she was cornered, Bianca exhaled sharply and pulled the folder from her bag. She held it out to him, her jaw clenched. “There. Happy?” Nelson took the folder, but instead of opening it, he studied her face. “You’re clever, Bianca, but you’re not as clever as you think. What were you planning to do with this?” She tilted her chin defiantly. “Nothing. I was curious, that’s all.” “Curious,” he repeated, his tone mocking. He stepped closer, towering over her. “Curiosity can be dangerous. Especially when it involves me.” Bianca swallowed hard but refused to break eye contact. “Are you going to let me go or not?” Nelson's smirk faded into a steely glare, and the tension in the air thickened. He didn’t need to raise his voice to command attention. With a flick of his wrist, the guard tightened his grip on Bianca’s arm.“You think I’m just going to let you walk out of here after this stunt?” Nelson asked, his voice calm but icy. “I don’t think so.”Bianca’s defiance falt