Semua Bab The Billionaire’s Broken Secretary : Bab 41 - Bab 50

~Nella~Roy was the last person I expected to see.I blinked hard, trying to shake off the haze clouding my vision. The alcohol had already settled deep in my system, and everything felt just a bit too loud, too bright. I turned slowly, confusion written all over my face as my eyes finally focused on him."Why are you here?" I asked, my voice slightly slurred but laced with curiosity.He gave a half-smile, his voice smooth and annoyingly charming. "Because I knew you'd be here... and I wanted to see your face outside of work.""What?" I blinked again, trying to focus, then hiccuped. My eyelids drooped despite my efforts to keep them open."I'm just kidding," he said, flashing a quick, boyish grin that made my stomach flutter for reasons I couldn’t explain. Another hiccup escaped me."Here," the bartender said, sliding a glass of mixed wine toward me."Thank you," I mumbled, taking a sip and letting the sweet burn coat my tongue.I turned back to Roy, squinting at him like he was a puz

~Nella~“Come on, babe, you know I have no idea what’s going on,” I said, grabbing a plate and serving myself breakfast. “Yeah, he said something about loving me, but I figured it was just another one of his games—like what he does with every other girl.”I walked over to the couch and sank into it while Ashley perched on the edge of the bed with her own plate.“But this doesn’t feel like some casual game,” she started, her tone thoughtful.“Ash,” I cut her off, looking at her pointedly. “Roy is filthy rich. Dropping cash like this is nothing to him. If wasting thousands is all it takes to mess with a girl’s head, then yeah, he’s probably done it a hundred times.”She opened her mouth to protest, but I didn’t give her the chance.“I have a boyfriend,” I said, more to myself than to her. “Let’s just drop it. He helped, fine—but I don’t want to be late for Lauren.”I stood and headed for the bathroom, trying to shut down the entire conversation.“Well,” she called out with a teasing lil

~Nella~The rest of the ride to Gray’s apartment was light and easy. We chatted about our week, gossiped about our friends, and debated over the best late-night movies to binge. He joked about my obsession with spicy noodles, and I teased him for always ordering the same boring coffee. We laughed so much, I barely noticed we’d arrived until the car slowed in front of his building.Stepping into his apartment felt like walking into a surprise. The fridge was packed, the air smelled faintly of cinnamon, and on the kitchen counter sat a tiny basket filled with scented candles, satin scrunchies, and my favorite snacks.I laughed, unable to hold it in. “Oh my God, how long have you been preparing for this?”Gray looked proud of himself. “I’ve really missed you. What did you expect? There’s no way I was letting this weekend be a normal one. I planned everything down to the last pillow.”I shook my head, heart fluttering. “Okay… I’m here for all of it,” I whispered, pressing a soft kiss on h

~Nella~I heard the front door click, then the soft creak of his shoes against the hardwood. Gray was home.My heart thumped wildly, even though I’d rehearsed what I’d say a dozen times. I had already changed into my dress, packed my things, and stood near the doorway like a woman on the edge—because that’s exactly what I was.He walked in, a little too casually for someone who’d lit my world on fire and left the ashes blowing in the wind.His smile faltered when he saw my bag. “What’s happening? Where are you going?”I didn’t meet his gaze. “I’m leaving, Gray.”He blinked. “Leaving?” His voice dipped lower. “Why?”I stepped past him, determined not to cry—but he grabbed my wrist, pulling me back with enough force that I stumbled slightly into his chest.“What the hell are you doing, Gray?” I snapped, jerking my hand.“What does it look like I’m doing? Answer me, Nella!” His voice cracked, like he wasn’t angry—just… breaking.My throat tightened. “What else do you want from me?” I ask

~Nella~“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended, but I didn’t take it back. He needed to feel it — the sting of his presence. The audacity. The ache he left behind.Gray stood there, unshaken, hands buried deep in his coat pockets like the cold had nothing on him. His eyes — those same stormy eyes that once looked at me like I was his whole world — locked onto mine.“Why are you doing this, babe?” he said softly, like we were still standing in the kitchen last month, laughing over burnt toast and morning kisses. Like he hadn’t shattered me.I flinched. “Please, Gray. Don’t call me that.” My voice leveled into ice. “It’s too late. So again — why are you here?”Before he could speak, Payson’s voice floated from behind. “Who is it? Why are you taking so long?”Her steps neared, quick and light. Then she appeared at the doorway, her eyes widening when she saw him.“Oh. Gray,” she said, confused but polite.Behind her, I heard Mom’s voice — clear, alert. “Is th