Semua Bab The Billionaire’s Broken Secretary : Bab 61 - Bab 66

~Nella~“If there’s anything she wants to share, she will,” Roy said, his tone firm. “If she’s not talking about it, it’s because she doesn’t feel like it.”“It’s fine,” I whispered, gently pressing my hand against his under the table, trying to calm him.“No, it’s not,” he replied, not backing down. “You don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”My heart started to race. The tension in the room was unbearable, and I could feel my chest tightening.“Watch how you speak to me, young man,” Mr. Wilson snapped, clearly offended. “If you plan on leaving Eva for her, then we deserve to know everything about this girl.”Roy opened his mouth to respond, but Mrs. Sarah cut in with a gentler tone.“Let her speak, Roy. I do think it’s important to know a bit about her family. Just so you’re not walking into something blindly.”I glanced at Roy and gave a small nod, silently asking him to let it go. He sighed and leaned back.“So,” Mr. Wilson said, leaning forward. “Go ahead. Tell us

~Nella~My heart skipped a beat when I saw the tweet flash across the screen in bold letters:EXCLUSIVE: CEO ROY-WILSON-LOGAN DATING HIS EX-SECRETARY, NELLA KEITH!Sources confirm that the powerful Blackwood Industries executive is now romantically involved with none other than his former assistant, Nella Keith—yes, that Nella. More details loading…It was from the most viral gossip blog in the country. A million likes. Thousands of comments. My fingers trembled. My face drained of colour.“That’s not all,” Hannah added, visibly shaken. “The press and media are outside—full force. It’s chaos, Nella. This is bad for Elevé.”Her words tightened around my chest like a noose.“What’s going on, Nella?” she asked, worried.“I don’t know… I—I’m not sure what to do.” My voice cracked. This… this was the last thing I wanted. And then another headline hit the feed:THIS MIGHT BE THE RETURN OF MR. KEITH… LIKE FATHER, LIKE DAUGHTER?With Nella Keith now making headlines alongside Roy-Wilson-Logan

~Nella~Where Am I?A dull ache throbbed at the base of my skull as consciousness crept back in. My limbs felt heavy, like I’d been buried under sand. My mouth was dry, and a bitter taste lingered on my tongue. I blinked slowly, willing my vision to focus—but all I saw were unfamiliar shadows dancing on cold grey walls.I sat up with effort, a low groan escaping my lips. The room was dimly lit, the only source of light seeping through narrow, barred windows near the ceiling. Panic didn’t hit me all at once—it arrived slowly, growing with every heartbeat, curling cold fingers around my throat.Where am I?The last thing I remembered was stepping out to take the trash… and then that van. That smell. That hand.I stumbled to my feet, swaying slightly as the blood rushed to my head. The floor was hard concrete, and the air held a sharp sting—sterile, like bleach and silence. I rushed to the windows, peering out in vain. There were no buildings, no street signs—just endless trees and fadin