Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ruining my Billionaire High School Bully : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

I couldn't ignore the comment any longer. My mind was practically itching for answers. What did she mean by that?Instead of bombarding myself with unanswered questions, I turned to the lady and extended my hand for a handshake. “Hey… um, I couldn’t help but overhear what you said earlier about Eleanor and Samantha. I was told the same thing," I lied confidently even though my insides were trembling The woman stared at me blankly."I doubted the story so much. I always wondered if other people knew," I pressed on, sounding as convincing as I possibly could.She raised her perfectly groomed brow and assessed me with her piercing blue eyes before finally speaking. “Why are you asking? Who evrn are you?”I hesitated for a moment but I needed answers so carried on with the lie I had started.“My mother… used to work for Eleanor before she passed away. They were really close and Eleanor confided in her a lot."The woman’s face softened and her suspicion melted into pity.“Oh, sweetheart

I let the issue die. There was too much at stake.No matter how many times Ethan poked, prodded, or gently urged me to open up, I didn’t say a word about what had happened at his father’s home.The moment had passed but was not forgotten.And in all honesty, it was the best to lay low for a while. I lied about being pregnant to throw Eleanor off but as much as I wanted to blab about everything I had found in Ethan’s father’s office, I wanted to be safe and I wanted no harm to come to Ethan.I avoided being left alone with Eleanor no matter what , i didn't speak, didn't acknowledge her unless necessary, at least that would make her give up completely and my coldness would make her leave me alone.But I was beyond wrong. Eleanor didn’t back off.If anything, she doubled down and became a literal thorn in my flesh. A fucking pest and a burden.She started showing up at the office unannounced, dressed in her usual business suit and high heels and a tight resting bitch face that would mak

After the terrifying incident at the abandoned parking lot, I swore off Eleanor and her numerous secrets.Maybe it wasn't my place to uncover her lies. Nothing is hidden under the sun and one day, maybe not in the next few months or years, Eleanor would be exposed as the conniving fraud that she is.But until then, I had to focus on work and perfect my temporary wife act.Mid-year sales week was like war season at King’s. Deals were bigger, expectations were higher, and everyone walked around like they were one wrong email away from getting fired. It was ruthless and I wasn't the office fan favourite, I was certain my termination was just a few seconds away as my colleagues were willing to go to any length to secure the massive bonus and all expense paid trip that management had promised the team that closes the most deals.Which was why I was shocked when Ethan made me team lead for the South Asia Expansion Pitch.He didn’t even blink when he told me. Just handed me the folder in fro

The silence in the mansion was almost deafening, a stark contrast to the storm raging outside in the real world. I hadn’t left the house in days—not since the photos dropped.What photos you might be wondering?Photos of me and bloody Harry, sitting in a café, his hand resting lightly on mine, laughing. Candid, perfectly timed and completely misleading.Like whoever took it had been seated in the cafe, waiting patiently to strike.Who could have done this? And why did they want to ruin me so badly.The headlines were beyond brutal. I went from being called a slut, to being called a seductress, a social climber and a loose woman who slept with both brothers for material gains.Even worse were the messages flooding the office group chat. Screenshots sent to me anonymously, group memes mocking me, emojis of snakes and beds and coffee cups.It was childish and very triggering.Someone had even instigated I might be sleeping with HR and demanded an immediate investigation and or terminatio

Moving back to the mansion was supposed to be about safety.But the moment my feet crossed the large overly secured gates, I knew I’d made a terrible mistake.The halls that were supposed to protect me and shield me from everything that was going on in the real world was now my own prison.Eleanor had decided to move in with us, permanently. She even packed more luggage than me.My stomach clenched uncontrollably as the security packed in luggage after luggage branded with Eleanor’s boutiques logo..Eleanor roamed the corridors of my home like a queen guarding her crumbling empire from enemies, only this time, I was her enemy and target.Every time we crossed paths, she made a point of reminding me how unwanted I was. How my husband would dispose me off like filth and Samantha would take her rightful place as Mrs King. “Your days here are numbered,” she whispered one morning, brushing past me in the hallway, her voice cold as ice. “You might have fooled Ethan, but you can never fool