Semua Bab A Pulse And Betrayal : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Chapter One: Resurrection and RuinDiana pov The rhythmic beeping of machines was a soundtrack I'd grown all too familiar with. Five years had passed since my mother's accident, and in that time, the hospital had become my second home. I'd spent countless hours beside her bed, watching, waiting, and praying for her to awaken.I Even had built a life of my own during that time I got married, started a career, and learned to navigate the world without my mother's guidance. But despite the outward appearance of normalcy, the ache of her absence had never truly healed.As I sat there, my fingers trembled as I reached for her frail hand. Her face was pale, her chest rising and falling in a slow, mechanical rhythm. I whispered the same plea I'd spoken countless times before: "Mom... please come back to me."I'd given up so much - my time, my energy, my happiness .All for the hope that one day, she'd open her eyes and I'd hear her voice again. My husband, John, had never truly understood. H

Chapter 3:Drowning in DesireDiana pov The drive to the hotel was a blur of flashing streetlights and the low hum of the car engine. The leather seat was cool against my burning skin, but it did nothing to soothe the fire raging inside me. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the weight of betrayal pressing into my chest. Maybe it was just the need to feel something other than pain.As I leaned back into my seat, I caught myself pressing my legs together, my body tense with anticipation. I turned to glance at the stranger sitting beside me, wondering what he was thinking and why I think that he might be different from other.I reached for him.My hand traced the hard lines of his chest, sliding down over his firm stomach, lower, until I felt it….the undeniable proof of his arousal pressing against his trousers.He inhaled sharply but didn’t stop me.I smirked, slow and lazy, as I rubbed my palm over him, feeling him harden even more beneath my touch. The power in that moment, the c

Chapter 5: Facing the Music Diana’s POV By the time the office day ended and everyone had left for their respective homes, I was already on my way back to the hospital. I needed to see my mother. Not just because she needed me, but because I needed her. Even if she was weak, even if she barely had the strength to speak, her presence was the only thing grounding me in the middle of this storm I couldn’t seem to escape. John. The divorce papers. The trauma. The fact that I could never give birth. The one-night stand with a stranger whose name I didn’t even know. It was all suffocating me, pulling me deeper into a pit I wasn’t sure I could crawl out of. I had to take a break. Just for today. Tomorrow could wait. Tomorrow, I would go with my lawyer and officially submit my divorce papers to John for signing. I needed air. I needed silence. Akira’s POV The office was dead silent. Every employee sat stiffly in their chairs, pretending to focus on their work but secretly holdi

Chapter 7: No Escape Diana’s POV Upon reaching my house by 9:30 pm that evening, I was shaking all over. My legs were aching, and my head was spinning. I wasn’t sure if I was hungry or just worried. I lay down on my bed, stared at the ceiling, and thought about everything. Xander. The way he talks to me. The way he looks at me. The way he told me, “he will control me in this office until I leave.” I haven’t heard someone speak to me that rudely in my life. I felt like I was inside a cage and the key was nowhere to be found. Around 11 pm, after bathing and changing into my nightwear, my phone rang. It was an unknown number. My heart skipped. I picked it up. “Get ready,” the deep voice said. “I’m sending a car to pick you up by 7 am tomorrow.” Before I could ask anything, the line cut. I just stared at the phone, frozen. He didn’t even ask if I was available. He doesn’t even care if I agree. Is he commanding me? I’m not asking for much, just a job that won’t harm me. I

Chapter 9: Night Ride with Him Diana’s POV Xander’s Mansion – 11:00 PM Xander walked into the room with his wine glass in hand, expecting to see me still struggling…or maybe even asleep on the files like a lazy worker. But what he saw froze him. The files were stacked neatly on the desk. Everything arranged, signed, and completed. He blinked once. Then twice. No mistake. The whole workload was done. He slowly placed the wine on the table and moved closer. He picked up one file and scanned through it. Then the next. Then another. Everything was perfect. Still in disbelief, he turned to the corner of the room and tapped a small button on the wall. A hidden panel slid open his personal CCTV screen. He rewound the footage and watched everything. He saw me sit alone in the room. No help. No tricks. Just me struggling, writing, flipping through documents, wiping my tears, and continuing. For hours. Even when I nearly fell asleep, I forced my eyes open and kept working. He wat