Lahat ng Kabanata ng Abandoned by Ex, Married to His CEO Brother: Kabanata 171 - Kabanata 180

AbigailI cleared my throat and asked the question I’d intended to the moment I’d walked in. “Is Roxy around? Roxanna Davis?”A young man at the closest desk looked up from his monitor, blinking as if startled to be directly addressed. “She just stepped out,” he said quickly, voice pitching upward.I was just about to ask when she’d be back when the door behind me opened, and there she was, Roxy, wearing her usual bright smile and commanding presence. She swept into the room like she owned it, and suddenly, the tension in the air cracked.“There you are!” she said, sounding genuinely pleased. “I was just thinking of calling you.”I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. As Roxy walked up beside me, she turned to face the team and clapped her hands once.“Everyone, meet our newest hire, Abigail Remington. I’m sure most of you have heard the rumors, but now you can put a face to the name, and better yet, see that she’s very much here, with us.”There was a chorus of soft gree

AbigailI didn’t care much for the play. The plot twisted itself into knots with no real purpose, like a poorly tied ribbon. Still, I stayed until the end. I hadn’t planned to. The only reason I bought the ticket was to catch Ross Delaney during intermission but after the rattled way he stormed out of the theatre, I felt too satisfied to leave right away.Sinking into the soft velvet of my seat, I let the dim lights and the hum of voices wash over me. I smiled to myself during the final act, barely paying attention to the actors on stage. My thoughts kept drifting back to Delaney’s expression; the way he’d looked at me after I mentioned the deposit, like he was seeing me properly for the first time. I hadn’t needed to fake my confidence, not even once. After the play was over, I treated myself to a cold soda from the theatre’s snack stand. It fizzed pleasantly on my tongue with sweet but sharp tang. I was still in high spirits as I made my way to the parking lot. The night air was war

I stared at Liliana, still reeling. She was really standing there, arms folded like some self righteous martyr, telling me it was time I faced the consequences of my actions. Me? I wanted to laugh. No, actually, I wanted to slap her across that smug little face of hers.Me? Face the consequences? If I had to, then so should she. And so should Marceline. God, especially Marceline. She was the root of all this rubbish. She started it. She always thought she was so untouchable, like she moved the pieces on the board and everyone else just shuffled along. But if we were talking about people who needed to be held accountable, she should be first in line. I still remembered how it started, how Abigail’s stubborn refusal to return to Conrad began to grind against Marceline’s nerves. At first, I thought Marceline would let it go. On my part, I was relieved. Abigail had been staying away from the house and turning down every attempt Conrad made to contact her, and for a while it seemed like th

AbigailA week had passed since I’d walked away from that restaurant knowing Ross Delaney would sign with me instead of Conrad. The deal was finalized the next day, and since then, I’d barely had time to breathe. My schedule had been packed; visiting the new site Ross had chosen for his specialist center, meeting with a new construction firm that wasn’t handpicked by Conrad’s circle, helping draft early-phase logistics for Ross’s team. And still, I’d managed to stay out of Conrad’s line of fire. Not a word from him, no unexpected appearances. It was as though I’d disappeared off his radar entirely.Part of me was surprised, knowing how Conrad was. The other part? Relieved. I didn’t want his attention. Not now. Not ever again, if I could help it. His attention was like a spotlight that burned, never warm and never kind. If anything, it made me feel like prey, and I was tired of being hunted. Maybe Ross hadn’t told him who had stolen the deal from right under his nose. Maybe Conrad stil

Abigail“Recently, I brought in a very lucrative client,” she said, voice growing bitter. “A big fish. It took months to court him. I spent weeks combing through his business goals, personal history, everything. When I finally convinced him to sign, I thought maybe, just maybe, I’d get some recognition.”I knew the client before she even said another word; Ross Delaney. Whatever had brought Elle to come cry in Lauren’s office, my recent talks with Delaney surely had a part to play in it. “But when my boss found out who the client was,” Elle said, “he stepped in and just took the contract away from me like I was some intern running errands. He said he’d ‘handle it from here.’” I watched her throat bob as she swallowed hard. “He messed up. Big time. He rushed the purchase of a property for the client’s logistics expansion, but he didn’t verify the zoning properly. The site is flagged for long-term erosion risks. And I I told him. I told him it was dangerous, but he told me to keep quie