All Chapters of Curvy Girl Returned With His Best Friend’s Baby: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lana’s POV I stared at the message on my phone, thumb hovering over the screen. Private meeting. Just three words, but they carried more weight than any folder or deadline Jace could throw at me.I groaned. Why was this universe conspiring against me? First, sabotage at Monroe. Then Jace’s endless rules and scrutiny. And now this. A private meeting with the CEO of a company that might fund my foundation, except private meetings always came with strings. Strings I wasn’t interested in, but that never made them easier.I rubbed my temples. My office was quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioning. The folders I had spent the day organizing were stacked neatly, waiting for tomorrow, when Jace would inevitably throw more chaos in my direction. The evidence I had of the saboteur felt heavy in my bag, a small victory I hadn’t yet acted on.Still, my attention kept snapping back to the message. I paced the office slowly, heels clicking against the floor. I muttered aloud, part

Lana’s POV I arrived at Monroe Corp early, the elevator ride up doing nothing to calm the tension coiling in my stomach. The private CEO meeting weighed heavily on my mind, but I pushed it aside. Today, my focus was one thing: proving to Jace that someone was sabotaging my work.When I stepped into the office, he was already at his desk, reviewing documents with a calm, controlled precision that always made me tense. I squared my shoulders and crossed the room. “Good morning,” I said, voice firm.“Lana,” he acknowledged without looking up, pen tapping lightly on a stack of papers. “Early today.”“I need to talk to you,” I said, stopping just short of his desk.He finally looked up, eyes sharp. “About what?”“About the files. The folders. Someone’s deliberately messing with my work.”His eyebrows rose. “Deliberately?” He leaned back, folding his arms. “So it’s sabotage now. Fascinating.”“I’m serious,” I said, my voice rising slightly. “I’ve noticed patterns. Documents disappear, fol

Lana’s POVI sat at my desk, staring at the evidence I had collected against the saboteur. Every photo, every timestamp, every note lined up perfectly. I have caught them in the act multiple times now. It was undeniable. The staff member was interfering with my work, and now I had proof.But then my phone buzzed again, that message from the CEO requesting a private meeting. I stared at it, a tight knot forming in my stomach. I knew what a “private meeting” usually meant, and I wasn’t thrilled at the prospect.I pressed my fingers to my temples and exhaled sharply. One choice would lead me into confrontation with someone who had deliberately sabotaged me; the other would drag me into a morally ambiguous, uncomfortable situation with a powerful CEO. Both were high stakes. Both demanded precision and control.I glanced up. Jace was across the room, reviewing documents but occasionally glancing toward me. His expression was unreadable, calm but intense, as if he could sense the storm ins

Lana’s POV When I walked into the office the next morning, I told myself not to expect anything from Jace. No reaction. No conversation. No leftover argument dragging into a new day. I wanted to believe that he had moved on, just like I told myself I had.But the first sign of trouble was the stack of folders sitting neatly on my desk.The second sign was his door closed, something he rarely did this early.The third was the email that arrived at 8:01 a.m.From: J. MonroeSubject: TasksDetails attached. No need to come in.I stared at the screen, jaw tightening.He was next door. Less than five feet away. And instead of speaking to me, he was sending instructions like I was located in another building.I opened the attachment.Forty-seven tasks.Some big. Some small. All tedious.He never gave me forty-seven of anything unless he was trying to make a point.I set my jaw and got to work.By 9:00 a.m., I went to deliver his coffee, the usual: milk only, very hot. He didn’t even look u

Lana’s POV The car slowed in front of a tall glass building marked with a gold plaque. The name was one I had only ever seen on magazine covers. The kind of place actresses, royals, and billionaire heiresses shopped without blinking.The driver stepped out first and opened my door. “Ms. Roth, this is the fashion house Mr. Monroe selected.”Of course it was.I stepped inside, half expecting someone to stop me immediately. But instead, the staff straightened the moment I entered.A man in a sleek black suit approached with a respectful nod. “Welcome, Ms. Roth. We’ve been expecting you.”Expecting me.Because of him.A woman appeared beside him, offering a warm smile. “Mr. Monroe requested a private fitting suite and full assistance. Please follow me.”I swallowed and walked behind her, aware of the sudden shift in atmosphere. Every worker who passed looked at me with careful politeness. No judgment. No confusion. Just respect.Not because of me.Because of the man whose name held weig