CHAPTER 111: RUMORS AND REALITIES.

Gloss POV The office felt different after that morning. Every time I stepped into the elevator beside Dream, the air thickened with quiet stares. People smiled too politely or avoided looking altogether, pretending not to notice how close we stood, how our hands brushed when we exchanged files, how his gaze lingered a little too long when I spoke. I tried to ignore it, to focus on my work, to pretend that the soft pull between us wasn’t visible to everyone with eyes. But news spreads faster than data here. By noon, whispers had already started trickling through the halls, carried on coffee steam and half-stifled laughs. “They’re always together.” “I heard he personally hired him without protocol.” “Please, look at them. That’s not just work chemistry.” I could feel the heat of it following me everywhere I went. It crept into the corners of meetings, into the break room, into the way people lowered their voices when I entered. When I passed a group near the copier, they suddenly

Last Updated : 2025-12-03

CHAPTER 112: OFFICE WARZONE.

Gloss POV After Dream’s public declaration, everything in the company changed overnight. My desk felt like the center of a silent storm. People no longer whispered when I walked by, they just stopped talking entirely. Eyes followed me from behind monitors, conversations died mid-sentence, and fake smiles bloomed like weeds wherever I turned. The elevator rides became longer, colder. Some employees offered polite nods, others looked away quickly, pretending not to notice me. It wasn’t subtle anymore, I could feel the line drawn between me and them. Some feared me. Others just plain hated me. And in the middle of it all, Adrian thrived. He strutted through the corridors like the cat who’d caught the canary, flashing that smug grin that made my stomach twist. Every time he passed me, he made sure to drop a comment sharp enough to cut. “Must be nice having the boss wrapped around your finger,” he’d say in passing, voice dripping with mock innocence. Or, “You really should teach me y

Last Updated : 2025-12-04

CHAPTER 113: THE APOLOGY BANQUET.

Dream's POV After the laughter-filled meeting that went viral across office gossip, the board wasn’t pleased. Investors didn’t find “humor” an acceptable leadership strategy. They wanted professionalism, order, damage control. So, I decided to host a banquet, an elegant apology wrapped in champagne and polished charm. The “Investor Appreciation Dinner,” as the invitations read, was less about appreciation and more about saving face. I booked the top floor of the Vellum Grand Hotel, a place where everything gleamed too bright, from the chandeliers to the smiles. Waiters in white gloves moved like clockwork, setting tables covered with silver and gold, the scent of roses thick in the air. As I stood at the entrance, greeting guests, I could feel their eyes on me, not with awe, but with judgment veiled as curiosity. I’d made the company money, but my personal life was now a public subject. Whispers about me and my secretary circulated like fine wine, poured and sipped with interest.

Last Updated : 2025-12-05

CHAPTER 114: LATE-NIGHT ARGUMENT.

Gloss POV The car ride home was too quiet. The hum of the engine filled the silence between us, low and steady, yet charged. Dream sat beside me, jaw tight, his hands gripping the steering wheel harder than necessary. Every flick of his eyes to the road was controlled, deliberate, like he was holding something back. I knew that look. He was furious. The night outside was a blur of lights and motion. City reflections danced across the car windows, but all I could see was the small vein pulsing at his temple. The moment the car stopped in front of the penthouse, he didn’t say a word. He stepped out, long strides, sharp movements. I followed, my heels clicking on the marble floor of the lobby, the tension trailing between us like smoke. Inside the elevator, the silence grew heavier. The golden light hummed above us, flickering slightly as if nervous too. He exhaled once, slow, through his nose. “Do you want to tell me what the hell that was tonight?” His voice was calm, too calm t

Last Updated : 2025-12-06

CHAPTER 115: THE MISSION: KISS HIM.

Gloss POV The moment hung in the air like static. His words still echoed in my head, You fucking drive me insane. My back was still against the wall, his breath still warm on my face. The world had gone quiet, except for the thundering of my own heartbeat. Neither of us moved. His gaze was locked on mine, dark and unsteady. I didn’t know if he was about to kiss me or scream again. Maybe both. Then, just as quickly, he stepped back. The space between us filled with cold air and silence. He dragged a hand through his hair, muttering something under his breath that I couldn’t catch, and turned away. I stayed there for a second, trying to catch my breath. My heart didn’t get the memo that the fight was over. He walked to the bar, grabbed a glass, and poured himself a drink like he needed the world’s strongest distraction. I slowly peeled myself off the wall, straightening my shirt and pretending my entire soul hadn’t just short-circuited. “Are we done shouting now?” I asked, trying

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CHAPTER 116: THE FALLOUT.

Dream's POV I didn’t sleep. All night, I replayed it, the brief touch of his lips, the startled look in his eyes, the way the world stopped for one reckless heartbeat. And then the anger that came after. The kind that burned low and constant, the kind that made me feel like I was losing control. When morning came, I pretended it hadn’t happened. Pretended he was just my assistant again, that his laugh didn’t echo in my head or that my chest didn’t tighten every time he walked past. He tried to speak to me in the kitchen when I came down. “Good morning…” “Coffee,” I said sharply, not looking up from the tablet. He hesitated, his tone soft. “You want sugar or…” “Black,” I said. “Like usual.” He nodded, went quiet. The clink of the cup on the counter sounded louder than it should have. The air was heavy. He moved carefully, like I might snap again. Maybe I would. I told myself it was better this way, professional distance, controlled silence. But the silence wasn’t peace. It w

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