All Chapters of Scent of my mistress : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Lydia's Point of View continuation Grace and I hurried toward the elevator without saying another word.The ride down felt unusually long. Neither of us spoke, but I could hear the faint murmur of voices drifting in from the lobby before the doors even opened.The reception area was crowded.Employees stood in small groups near the glass entrance, whispering among themselves while the security guards struggled to keep everyone away from the front steps. The moment they saw me, the conversations stopped, but the uneasy expressions on their faces remained."Excuse us, please."The head of security quickly stepped aside to make room for me."I'm sorry, ma'am. We tried to clean it before the staff arrived, but someone had already taken photographs."I walked toward the entrance.Bright red paint stretched across the polished wall beside the company's logo. The words were written in hurried strokes, yet they were clear enough for everyone to read.THE TRUTH HASN'T COME OUT YET.I stood th

I unlocked my office doors and stepped inside, desperate to get away from the open hallway. Rachel followed right behind me without waiting for an invite. Damian walked in last, pulling the heavy double doors shut and locking out the rest of the world. The moment the lock clicked, the fake smiles vanished. Rachel turned on Damian like a striking snake, and her words almost sent me into a panic. I forced myself to stay still behind my desk, my fingers tightening around the edge of the leather chair as I watched her tear into him without hesitation. "You shouldn't be the one saying any of this," Rachel said, her voice laced with a bitter laugh. "You act like a saint. Arrogant, bossy, always looking down on everyone. But look at you now." Damian’s jaw tightened. He stood like a stone wall, his hands shoved deep into his coat pockets. "A woman took over your company, " Rachel pressed on, stepping closer to him with pure hatred in her eyes. "You cheated on your wife,not

LydiaWe had less than twenty minutes before the board meeting started.I stood by my desk, gripping my folder tightly so Damian wouldn't see my hands shaking."Rachel couldn't have gotten that video on her own," I said, looking straight at him. "The day you signed this company over to me , she was the first person I threw out. She has no access to this building. So who gave her that lobby footage from this morning?"Damian’s face darkened. He looked down, clenching his fists."Director Vance," he said quietly."Vance," I repeated, feeling a cold knot in my stomach. "Andrew’s best friend on the board.""Andrew only trusted Vance with his money," Damian explained, his voice low. "Rachel must have found out about the loan Andrew gave me—the one with that 72-hour deadline before he died. If Vance is helping her, they want to make it look like we killed Andrew to avoid paying the money back."I took a sharp breath. "The loan papers Andrew handed you right before he died... where are they?

LydiaThe cold barrel of the silver gun was aimed right at my heart.My back hit the edge of the mahogany desk. I gripped Andrew’s unfinished letter against my ribs, my fingernails digging into the paper.Beside me, Damian took a slow step forward, placing half of his broad frame in front of mine."Lower the gun, Rachel," Damian said. His voice was calm on the surface, but I could see the vein pulsing in his neck.Rachel let out a soft, mocking laugh. She took two steps into the study, the click of her heels sounding like a death timer against the hardwood floor."Lower it?" Rachel shook her head, her dark eyes glittering in the dim lamplight. "After everything you’ve put me through? You think you can still give me orders, Damian?""How did you get in here?" I asked, forcing my voice not to shake.Rachel’s gaze flicked to me, her lips curling into a cruel smirk."Did you really think this penthouse was your sacred little love nest, Lydia?" Rachel asked, her tone dripping with mock pit

The crisp legal pages lay right under my fingers, stark against the dark wood of the desk. I looked down at the header: *Irrevocable Transfer of Executive Rights and Voting Shares.* They had thought of everything. Every loophole, every signature line, every legal clause to strip Damian and me bare. If I signed this, Director Vance would have full authority to sell the company off to Samuel's shell firms, and Ava would own the controlling stake. "Don't touch that pen, Lydia," Damian’s voice broke the silence, raw and low. He moved closer, his shoulder brushing mine. His face was pale, but his jaw was set like stone. "If she doesn't sign, Damian, I make one phone call," Samuel said, pulling a sleek black smartphone from his jacket and tapping the screen with his thumb. "The police are already waiting for a tip about Andrew's stolen loan file. Ten minutes, and this penthouse is crawling with sirens. You'll spend the night in handcuffs for extortion and murder." Rachel let out