Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire's Nympho Secretary : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 13

The glow of the monitors cast long, distorted shadows across the silent office. Mark remained rooted to the spot, his gaze fixed on the blank screen where Teresa’s image had just been. The act of saving the footage, of preserving that moment of her vulnerability and his own dark fascination, felt both repulsive and inevitable. He was a man defined by control, by the precise orchestration of his life, yet this woman, this fleeting image, had shattered his carefully constructed world.He walked back to his desk, the silence of the office pressing in on him. It was a silence that no longer brought him peace but amplified the clamor within his own mind. The rhythmic tapping of his pen had stopped, replaced by the frantic beating of his heart against his ribs. He thought of Teresa’s eyes, wide with a mixture of terror and something he couldn't quite decipher. It wasn't just fear; there was an undeniable defiance, a raw, untamed spirit that resonated with something dormant within him.He pi

After that incident, a decision had solidified in Mark’s mind. He had Teresa transferred to the desk directly outside his office. No reason given, none offered. When she pressed relentless for an answer he gave a bland one. Just a new seat one with a better view and a more direct line of sight. She took the explanation, feeling grateful and pleased that he was concerned about her. It was a strategic move on his part, positioning her within his immediate orbit, a constant presence that he could monitor, observe, and control. The move was a silent declaration of his ownership, an unspoken warning to anyone else who dared to approach.“Sir,” she had said one afternoon, her voice soft, tentative. “Do you want me to schedule the boardroom for your lunch meeting?”“No.” He closed his laptop with a slow, deliberate snap, the sound echoing in the sudden silence of his office. “Cancel it. I don’t like eating with people who bore me.”She blinked, her eyes wide with a flicker of surprise. “Woul