Todos os capítulos de Scent of my mistress : Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 67

From the moment I sat at the table, with Ava across from me and Damian beside me, I could feel the tension weaving through the room, alive. The dim, golden lighting inside NEW Age Suites cast soft shadows on Ava's face, highlighting the confident smirk she kept trying to hide behind polite expressions. Underneath her carefully arranged features, her nerves betrayed her. I could almost hear her heartbeat, rising and falling in uneven waves. She looked composed, but the truth was written in every tiny tremor she fought to control.I crossed my legs slowly and placed my hands on the table. Ava cleared her throat in an exaggerated, almost theatrical way. The sound irritated me, yet I kept my face still, my breathing calm. If she was waiting for me to react first, she would wait forever.Damian had no such patience.“Speak. We do not have all day,” he said, his tone sharp enough to cut through the heavy silence.Ava’s lips parted in a small smile. The smile had no warmth. It was provocativ

I was close to the dining table when a sudden thought flashed across my mind,I had forgotten to send Ava the message.I stopped mid-step, turned sharply, and rushed back to my room.My hands worked quickly, almost on instinct. I snatched my phone from the vanity, unlocked it, and navigated straight to the blocked accounts list. There she was.I hit unblock without hesitation. My pulse thudded heavily as I opened our chat.Let’s meet tomorrow.I typed the words calmly, then followed them immediately with the location.A second later, her silent beep came through.“Okay.”I stared at the single word and exhaled with a faint, bitter smile.“Ava was never tired of anything,” I murmured. “She was meant to ruin me.”I dropped my phone gently on the vanity table and headed back out to the dining area. The house felt unusually still, as if it were holding its breath along with me.“Give me bruised pork for dinner,” I said to the chef as I walked past.He nodded, turning toward the kitchen.I l

The oxygen mask was suffocating, but it was also a shield. It allowed me to hide the grimace of fear that kept wanting to twist my face. I was staring at the ceiling, feeling every bruise from the minor wreck I’d actually been in,the one I’d staged to cover the real mess.Lydia was perched on the edge of the chair, looking utterly worn out. The relief in her eyes when I "woke up" had been a shot of pure, powerful adrenaline."You really scared me, Damian," she murmured, her voice rough with fatigue.I managed a dry, painful whisper past the edge of the mask. "I... I know. I'm sorryShe shook her head slowly, looking at her hands. "Don't apologize for surviving. Just tell me what happened. The police report was so vague.For a seconds I thought I had lose you “"It's... hazy," I rasped. "I remember the lights. Too fast. Trying to swerve. Then... pain. And the smell of smoke." I paused, forcing a shudder. "I just... crawled out. I didn't want to die alone on the side of the road. I want

RachelBy the time Rachel arrived at the office that morning, she had already convinced herself that everything was under control.The accident had shaken things, yesbut it hadn’t broken them. Damian was alive. Recovering. The board had been calmed, investors reassured, press statements carefully worded. She had worked through the night to make sure nothing slipped through the cracksThis was what she did best.She stepped into the elevator, straightened her jacket, and checked her reflection in the mirrored walls. Composed. Professional. Untouchable. The faint floral scent she wore was expensive reassuringly around her. Familiar. Safe.The elevator doors slid open.Something was wrong.Her assistant didn’t look up immediately when Rachel walked past her desk. That alone was unusual. Normally, there was an instant greeting, a flurry of updates.“Good morning,” Rachel said briskly.“Oh,good morning,” the assistant replied, a beat too late. “Mrs. Damian called earlier. She said she’d