บททั้งหมดของ Betrayed on the wedding day : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

“Adrian! What were you even thinking?!”Deviana’s voice exploded the moment the office door slammed shut. She spun around, her eyes blazing red with fury. Her hands trembled as she fought to keep her emotions contained.Adrian stood a few steps away, his face taut with tension, yet his gaze still soft. “Deviana, I only wanted to help you. I couldn’t stand by and watch them accuse you of things that aren’t true.”“Help?!” Deviana snapped her hand through the air as if the word itself was foul. “Do you realize your presence only made it worse? Because of you, everyone now believes I have some dirty relationship with you! I’ve been working myself to the bone, Adrian. Fighting to prove myself—not to be dragged down by cheap rumors!”Adrian stepped closer, his voice lower now. “I know I hurt you in the past, Deviana. I know I failed you, but now I—”“Stop!” Deviana’s words cracked, trembling with pain. “Don’t you dare drag the past into this, as if doing all this suddenly makes up for it!”

“Next slide, please.”Deviana’s voice rang steady, though her palms were damp with sweat.The meeting room of the fashion company was packed with influential figures. Rows of creative team members, managers, even directors, all sat facing the big screen at the front. A few colleagues—those who once gossiped about her the loudest—folded their arms, smirking with satisfaction.One of them whispered just loud enough to be heard. “Watch her crumble. All those ‘mysterious favors’ won’t save her now.”Deviana caught the words. Her breath hitched for a second, but she straightened her posture. I won’t break just because of whispers.She lifted the presentation remote. “This project is more than just a fashion design,” she declared, her gaze sweeping across the room. “It is a story about identity and courage. I call it: Fragments of Courage.”The slide changed. On the screen appeared sketches of a gown with asymmetric cuts, bold contrasting colors, and unique detailing unlike anything they ha

“Deviana, I want you to lead a small team for the big client project this week.”Her charismatic superior’s firm voice filled the meeting room. All eyes turned toward her.Deviana swallowed hard, her heartbeat racing. “M-me, Sir?”The superior nodded. “Yes. Your fresh ideas are promising. I want to see how you can manage a team and unify a concept.”Some colleagues exchanged glances—some surprised, others clearly envious. Across the room, a man with a mocking smile—Raka, the designer who often competed with her—stared coldly.“Alright, Sir. I’ll do my best,” Deviana replied with determination, though her voice carried a slight tremor.---What she didn’t know was that outside the office, Vanessa had already begun executing her plan.“So, you’re working on the same team as Deviana?” The soft but venomous voice echoed through the phone. Vanessa sat on a luxurious sofa, swirling her glass of wine.On the other end, Raka chuckled. “Yes. Unfortunately, I’m the one who has to watch her pret

“Look, you just need to do exactly what I tell you, and I’ll handle the rest.”Vanessa’s voice was low but sharp as she sat across from a young man in a luxurious café. The man was a freelance photographer who often sold scoops to gossip outlets.He swallowed nervously. “Are you sure this won’t backfire on you?”Vanessa flashed a sweet smile, though her eyes glittered with cold malice. “Of course not. The only one in the spotlight will be Deviana. I just need a few pictures to make her look… inappropriate.”The man glanced at the thick envelope Vanessa slid across the table. He opened it just enough to see stacks of cash. His lips curled into a greedy grin. “With this much money, I can make the whole world believe Deviana is nothing more than a social climber.”---That night, Deviana finally left the office after hours of sketching. She carried a stack of designs in her arms, tired but content that her team was beginning to trust her again.Suddenly, a male colleague, Kevin, appeared

“Deviana, please follow me to the HR office right now.”The secretary’s flat voice cut through the corridor. Deviana froze mid-step, her hand tightening around the portfolio of sketches she carried. Every head turned her way, whispers rippled behind her like sharp knives.“That’s her…”“No wonder HR called her. The scandal’s gotten too big.”“If it’s true, the company’s reputation will be ruined.”Deviana lowered her gaze, her chest heaving as if each step toward the HR office was a punishment she couldn’t escape.---Inside, two HR officers were already waiting, joined by her superior—Mr. Raymond, a middle-aged man who was usually kind but whose face now held nothing but suspicion.“Sit down, Deviana,” one of the HR staff said, pressing a recorder button on the table.Her legs felt stiff as she lowered herself into the chair. The folder on her lap trembled in her hands.Mr. Raymond began, his tone cold.“We’ve called you in because of a scandal circulating in public. Photos of you wi