All Chapters of ABANDONED BY MY EX, ACCEPTED HIS BOSS'S PROPOSAL : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Chapter 122 – Breaking the ChainThe atmosphere in the Banks Enterprises boardroom was suffocating, a tension thick enough to slice into. The polished mahogany table gleamed under the harsh fluorescent lights, but the ominous cloud hanging over it dampened the elegance. Alex sat at one end, his palms sweating slightly, reflecting the anxiety that thrummed underneath his composed exterior. The board members, ten of the most powerful figures in the business world, loomed over him, their eyes sharp and accusing."Mr. Banks," the chairperson, Harold Grant, began, his voice measured but filled with an air of distrust. "You stand accused of leaking sensitive information to Clara Reynolds."The words echoed in Alex’s mind, a chilling reminder that loyalty in this ruthless world could flip from ally to adversary in an instant. Clara, his childhood friend, had recently become another player in their game—the daughter of a rival company’s CEO—yet Alex knew her motives were pure, focused on unea

Chapter 124 – Code Name: MIRAGEThe light from Clara’s desk lamp flickered, casting long shadows across the cluttered study room. Old journals and dusty tomes lay strewn about, remnants of her mother’s life before Clara had known her. Today, however, Clara had unearthed something far more troubling than mere memories: an unassuming USB drive. "Hey, Kevin! Come check this out!" Clara called, her heart racing with a mix of curiosity and dread.Kevin, her tech-savvy friend with an insatiable thirst for the unknown, wandered over, intrigued by her tone. A few moments later, he inserted the drive into his laptop, eyes gleaming with the thrill of potential discovery. Avi, the ever-pragmatic voice of reason in their trio, leaned over Kevin’s shoulder, arms crossed, a skeptical expression on his face.As the files unfurled on the screen, the room grew eerily quiet. The first folder bore the ominous title “Project MIRAGE.” Clara’s breath hitched. Was it a memory from her mother’s past? An ex

Chapter 126 – Ghosts of the Past The late autumn sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows over the cemetery as Clara Winthrop stepped through the wrought-iron gates. The air was crisp, the kind that sent a shiver down her spine, but it was the haunting memories gnawing at her heart that chilled her most. She wrapped her scarf tighter around her neck, though the warmth was faint against the chill of loss. Clara hadn’t visited her parents’ graves in months. Life had spun her into a whirlwind of work and investigations, a relentless pursuit for truth that left little room for grief. Today, however, she stood before two weathered headstones, their engravings worn yet still legible. Her mother’s name—Eleanor Vale—was adorned with roses that had long wilted, while her father, Christopher Vale, rested beside her, the epitaph reading, “Beloved and Righteous.” A bitter knot formed in Clara’s throat as she knelt to clear away debris. “Hi, Mom. Dad,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Chapter 128 – The RebuildingThe morning sun cast a soft glow over the city as Clara sat in her apartment, the delicate dance of light and shadow across her desk mimicking the turmoil within her heart. The decision she had made to give a second exclusive interview wasn't just a career move; it was an act of redemption—hers and countless others affected by the corporate fraud that had unfolded like a dark tapestry in the lives of many. The world needed to know the truth, and it was time to reclaim her own identity amidst the chaos.“Clara Vale,” she repeated softly, the name feeling foreign yet powerful on her lips. For so long, she had hidden in the shadows, a mere whistleblower against the towering Banks Enterprises. But now she was stepping into the light, ready to share her story, her connection to the scandal that had ensnared the city in a web of deceit and corruption. In the days leading up to the interview, public support surged. Social media platforms ignited with fervor, ral

Chapter 130 – Ashes and BeginningsThe lobby of Banks Enterprises, once a hive of activity and corporate elegance, now lay shrouded in a haunting stillness. Clara walked through the long, vacant space, the echo of her footsteps reverberating against the cold marble floors. Tall glass windows that once framed a bustling city skyline now reflected only her solitary figure. The walls, stripped of their polished sheen and adorned with bare patches where accolades and achievements once celebrated the company’s legacy, told a story of decline.As she moved toward the exit, memories flooded her mind—whispers of laughter, the rustle of paperwork, and the hastily discussed board meetings entwined with the scent of fresh coffee. The remnants of what had been filled her senses, offering fleeting comfort and a sense of loss. Clara inhaled deeply, as if trying to breathe life back into the past, but she exhaled the weight of it all, realizing that the chains of her history had at last begun to bre