Entangled in his sheet의 모든 챕터: 챕터 71 - 챕터 80

“Is this what you all have been planning behind my back, for me to step down?” I curiously ask, my fingers tightening against the armrest.“Yes, step down,” they chorus, their voices colliding like a decision already sealed.So they’ve all decided.If I give in now, if I stand up from this chair and hand over what I fought for, I'll go back to the streets. Back to scrubbing floors until my fingers ache, back to bowing my head, to people barking orders, to being owned by circumstances instead of controlling them.And Bethany… She doesn't deserve that kind of life.Bethany can’t go back to that life.My jaw clenches. She has tasted comfort, warm meals, and safety. A future that doesn’t smell like bleach and humiliation. I owe her this much. I can’t afford to go back to living from hand to mouth, counting coins, praying the next day is kinder than the last.“Ma… ma, you’re not saying anything,” Joyce says, tapping my shoulder.The contact snaps me out of my thoughts. I flinch, then

What!!!?? These pictures are fake??My eyes flew wide as my hands scrambled across the table, dragging the pictures back to me as if they might escape. I snatched one up, my fingers tightening around the edges, and examined it closely.Fake!!The realization hit hard. The shadows were wrong. The lines are too clean. And yet she had noticed it at a glance while I stood there blind. Rage burned hot in my chest.You bastard. You dared lie to me.“Miss Veronica, these pictures are obviously fake, did you try to frame Ms. Maria with these pictures so she can step down for Carlos?”“Miss Veronica, you claimed Ms. Maria is an impersonator yet the pictures you brought are fake. How will you prove that she's really an impersonator?”Questions slammed into me from every direction. Accusations, suspicion grew wide. I stood there, the weight of the room pressing down on my shoulders.I was caught in my own game.How did this happen? Had Ricardo played me for money? If he had, I would make him p

His eyes locked onto mine still, unblinking, and lethal.My stomach twisted hard, nausea crawling up my throat as cold, greasy sweat slid down my temples. I could feel it gathering along my spine, soaking into my clothes. Every breath felt heavier than the last.I don’t know anything about this woman, my mind screamed. How am I supposed to prove I belong here with her personal belongings?My insides twisted violently.If I didn’t do exactly what they wanted, they wouldn’t let me off the hook. And I couldn’t afford that. Not now, not with my unborn baby. Not with Bethany depending on me.My hand moved instinctively to my stomach, rubbing slow, in protective circles, as if my palm alone could shield the tiny life inside me from what was coming.“Carlos,” I said, forcing my voice to stay level, steady, and in control. “You want me to prove my identity in front of everyone… by opening the safe box. Right?”My eyes flicked between Carlos and Veronica, watching for the slightest crack in t

The tension in the room didn’t just rise, it coiled.Whispers slithered across the hall like smoke. Executives leaned toward each other, murmuring behind careful hands. Disgust, suspicion and fear. Their eyes shifted between Veronica and Mr. Cadwell, fingers subtly pointing, as if they were afraid to be seen accusing them too openly.I stood at the head of the table and watched.I watched the color drain from their faces.I watched the realization dawn slowly.I watched panic bloom.Their discomfort fed something cold and steady inside me.“Play it now,” I ordered, a small smile curving my lips.The lights dimmed. The screen flickered.And then…the familiar faces appeared on the screen.“Mr. Cadwell, you know very well that the heiress we thought was dead is back, and she’s starting office soon.”Veronica’s voice filled the room.On screen, Cadwell stood stiff, silent. His jaw was tight, eyes hard, but I saw the flicker of calculation behind them. He wasn’t shocked. He was cornered

The moment the doors slammed shut behind Carlos and Veronica, the room didn’t relax.If anything, it felt worse. Like the air itself had teeth, tension grew within me. I should be happy for defending a lie successfully but my mind couldn't settle.No one spoke, no one moved. Even the cameras that security hadn’t smashed were lowered, forgotten in trembling hands. The board members avoided my eyes, staring at the table, the floor, their laps, they were staring at anywhere but avoided me.Good.Let them feel it.Let them sit in the mess they helped create.I stayed standing at the head of the table, the signed document still in my hand. My fingers were tight around it, not because I needed proof anymore, but because if I let go, my hands might start shaking.And I could not afford to look weak now.Not after everything.Mrs. Fonte’s arms were still wrapped around me from behind, as if she was afraid I might disappear again if she loosened her grip. Her face was pressed into my shou