บททั้งหมดของ Shattered Trust: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Chapter Fifty Two: The Hunt for TruthNoah sat at his desk, the weight of the recent scandal pressing upon his chest. His usually ordered sanctuary of quiet was claustrophobic today. The sleek, modern aspect of polished wood and cold glass echoed the turmoil that had churned in his guts. The pile of documents in front of him went unnoticed, as his mind still reeled with the chaos surrounding Stephanie and Michael.He leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest as he stared at the faint rain streaks on the large glass window behind him. The city below stretched out, alive with its usual hustle and bustle, completely oblivious to the storm brewing within his company.Who could be behind this? The question circled his mind like a vulture. Noah prided himself on being meticulous and thorough, but this incident had come completely out of left field.The photos were incriminating, to say the least-stephanie and Michael coming out of a hotel. To the public, it was s

Chapter Fifty FourNoah sat in his office, staring at the dim light streaming in through the blinds. Papers were scattered across his desk, but his attention was far from the contracts and proposals that demanded his focus. His mind was a battlefield, torn between lingering doubts about Rachel and the unexpected warmth he had begun to feel for Stephanie.He leaned back in his chair, the leather groaning under his weight, and rubbed his temples. It had been days since the scandal broke, but the fallout still festered. The memory of Stephanie sitting in his office, her eyes reflecting fear and betrayal, haunted him. She didn't deserve this. Hardworking, loyal, fiercely dedicated to her work. But what unsettled him most wasn't her tears—it was the unfamiliar ache in his chest when he saw them.Why was he feeling this way? Stephanie had always been his secretary, nothing more. But lately, he found himself noticing things he shouldn't: how her smile could lighten up a room, the quiet stren

Chapter Fifty Six : DecisionRachel sat on her couch, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her sweater. The air in her apartment felt heavier than ever, suffocating her with guilt and indecision. She had barely slept since Vanessa first suggested the plan, and the thought of actually going through with it made her stomach churn. Yet, the image of Noah and Stephanie together wouldn’t leave her mind.Her phone buzzed on the table, and Rachel flinched. She didn’t need to look to know it was Vanessa. She had been relentless in her calls and messages, demanding Rachel make a decision. Rachel hesitated, staring at the screen until it went dark. But the buzzing came again, and with a trembling hand, she finally picked up.“Hello?” Her voice was weak, barely audible.“Rachel, finally!” Vanessa’s voice was sharp with impatience. “I’ve been calling you all day. Have you made up your mind yet? We don’t have time to waste.”Rachel sighed, her voice shaky. “Vanessa… I don’t know. This feels s

Chapter Fifty Eight : Behind the MaskOutside, the wind howled, battering against the windows of this small, isolated cabin they had picked out for their hideout. The night was thick with eerie silence, save the occasional rustle of leaves or the low hum of the car engine, idling some distance away. Inside, in the cabin, it was choking and tense as Rachel and Vanessa stood in front of the old wooden mirror, with their reflections staring back—two women on the brink of something dangerous, irreversible.Vanessa was the first to move, reaching for the black leather mask lying on the table. The mask was simple in its effectiveness: sleek, featureless, and only serving to obscure identity without drawing attention. Her hands were steady as she fitted it, pulling the straps tight behind her head. The mask covered her eyes, leaving only her mouth exposed, but it was enough. It made her feel powerful, detached, as if she were someone else entirely, someone capable of doing anything.Rachel h

Chapter Sixty : Missing Without a Trace Stephanie's POV My wrists burned as the ropes cut into my skin. The room was dimly lit, with a single flickering bulb above my head casting eerie shadows on the damp, concrete walls. I strained against the ropes, but they only seemed to tighten with every movement. "Hello?" I called out, my voice shaking. "Is anyone there? Please, let me go. I haven't done anything wrong!" The only response was the echo of my voice off the walls. My heart raced as my situation began to sink into my head. I have no idea where I am or how I got here. All I remember is walking along a quiet street on the way to meet a psychologist I'd secretly arranged to see, when suddenly I was surrounded, grabbed, and everything went black. Now I was here, in this cold, desolate room, tied to a chair with no sign of escape. The sound of heavy footsteps echoed outside the door, making my stomach drop. I held my breath as the door creaked open, and two figures stepped i