Semua Bab TWISTED OBESSION: MY FIANCE CHEATED SO I SLEPT WITH HIS BOSS: Bab 31 - Bab 40

DAMIEN  The sky is bright and clear. The stock market is doing great. And every single person on the board is already sitting in the big conference room by 8:45 a.m....fifteen minutes early.That’s what happens when people are scared.I’m in my office looking over some reports when Elara walks out of my private bathroom. She’s dressed for work in a dark blue suit that fits her perfectly. She looks strong and beautiful.“Are you sure you don’t want me in the meeting?” she asks while fixing her collar.“No,” I say. “You don’t need to see this. I’m going to remind twelve very important people that I’m the boss. It’s not going to be nice.”“You’re going to scare them,” she says with a little smile.“That’s the plan.” I walk over, pull her close, and kiss her for a long time. &l

DAMIEN The restaurant is Per Se... one of the most exclusive establishments in New York. I own a significant stake in it, which means we have the best private dining room and the chef's personal attention. Elara and I arrive at exactly 7 PM. She's in a black evening gown that hugs every of her curve much to my delight, the diamond necklace glittering at her throat. Her hair is swept up, exposing her neck and my marks hidden under makeup, only I know they're there. She looks like she belongs on my arm. "Nervous?" I ask as we're escorted to the private room. "Should I be?" "No. You're with me. That's all the armor you need." I place my hand on her lower back. "Just follow my lead. Smile. Look beautiful. Let them see what I have." "I'm not a trophy..." "No. You're far more valuable than that." I lean close to her ear. "You're my queen. And tonight, we remind my kingdom exactly who rules." The private dining room is intimate...a table for eight, though only six investors are join

ELARAIt starts with a single text from an unknown number at 7:03 a.m.Unknown: You think you’re safe because he protects you? You’re not. He can’t watch you every second. Watch your back, Elara Blake.I stare at the screen until it blurs. My stomach knots. I forward it to Noah immediately, then delete the message so Damien won’t see it and lose his mind before breakfast.By noon, there are three more.Unknown: Did you like the flowers on your desk? I left them for you. Black roses mean death.I look at the vase that appeared while I was in a meeting. I thought the receptionist sent them. My hands start shaking.The last one comes while I’m in the restroom.Unknown: I’m closer than you think. I can smell your perfume.I drop the phone in the sink, heart slamming against my ribs. I call Noah. He’s there in ninety seconds, face grim.“Building cameras are being scrubbed now,” he says. “Don’t touch the flowers. Don’t answer any unknown numbers. You do not walk anywhere alone today. Under

ELARA  The room is smaller than I pictured—no big wooden benches or dramatic high ceilings, just a plain square space with bright lights and old gray carpet. It feels more like a meeting room than the place where someone’s future will be decided.Judge Patricia Howard sits up front. She’s in her fifties, with short hair and a serious face. Everyone says she’s fair, but she doesn’t let anyone waste her time.Lucas Reed sits at the table on the left with his lawyer, Mr. Morrison. Lucas looks bad—thin, pale, with big dark circles under his eyes. Jail has not been kind to him.Good.I’m sitting right next to Damien. My hand is in his. I’m wearing a simple navy suit and trying to look calm, but my fingers are shaking a little.“Breathe,” Damien whispers. “I’ve got this.”“You always say that.”“

ELARATwo weeks pass in a strange blur of normalcy and tension.Lucas's trial begins and ends quickly...he took a plea deal. Six years in federal prison. He'll testify against Tim Warren, who's been charged with conspiracy, bribery, and obstruction of justice.Elena pled guilty to perjury. She got eight months in county jail, followed by probation.My parents called once. I didn't answer. They sent an email asking how I could "do this" to my sister. But I deleted it.At work, I'm crushing it. The Hudson project campaign was approved. The promotion came through; I'm now Associate Director of Marketing at twenty-six. The youngest person to hold that position in company history.I should be on top of the world.Instead, I feel like I'm suffocating."You're doing it again," Damien says.We're in his penthouse. It's Friday night. We should be celebrating...the week from hell is finally over, all our enemies are destroyed, and we won.But I'm standing at the windows, staring out at the city