All Chapters of The Billionaire's Nympho Secretary : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Teresa's POV I turned to face him, my heart hammering against my ribs. He was already close, right behind me. He didn't hesitate. He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around me from behind, pulling me snug against his chest. I could feel the hard planes of his body against my back. I turned my head, and our lips met in a kiss that was instinctive, urgent. I pressed myself against him, tasting him, feeling the slight stubble on his jaw."Yes," he whispered against my mouth, and I felt a shiver run through him. "Yes, this is all for you."When I pulled back, my cheeks were flaming. I looked around the room again, at the sheer volume of work, the obsession evident in every brushstroke. "You're…" I swallowed, "you're really obsessed with me, aren't you?"He tightened his hold, resting his chin on my shoulder so he could look at the paintings with me. "I didn't mean to be," he admitted, his voice quiet. "It just… happened. Seeing you, being with you… it's overwhelming. I can't stay awa

Teresa's POV.The car was a bubble of quiet intensity, sealed off from the too-bright morning outside. I should have been exhausted after the chaos of last night—the confrontation with his family, the shouting, the bizarre kidnapping. But instead, my nerves were humming, my mind sharp and clear. Mark sat beside me, his posture stiff, trying so hard to look serious and focused that it was almost comical. I had a pile of files balanced on my lap and my tablet open, the screen glowing.“Okay,” I said, clicking to the next slide. “Their internal hardware specifications don’t match the system speed projections you gave me. There’s a significant lag they haven’t accounted for. And if they insist on handling both shipping and advertisement, the entire launch will be a logistical and PR disaster.”Mark nodded, his eyes on the tablet. But I could feel his attention wavering. His gaze kept shifting, not to the data on the screen, but to me. To my face, my hands, the way I was biting my lip in c

Teresa's POV The words were meant to wound. I swallowed hard. It wasn’t true. I knew it wasn’t true. But the sheer, brazen confidence with which she said it made a cold doubt seep in.Mark’s jaw was so tight I thought it might crack. “Evelyn, don’t start spreading lies. Not here.”“Lies?” Her laugh was louder now, echoing off the marble. “You want me to tell her the truth? Fine! Let’s tell her! Let’s tell her how many times you and I—”“Stop. Talking.” His voice dropped to a dangerous, icy low. It was a tone that brooked no argument.Even Valentino took an involuntary step back, looking deeply uncomfortable.But Evelyn was gone. Not physically—she was still right there, clutching Mark’s arm. But mentally, she was on a cliff’s edge. Her eyes were wild, glittering with unshed tears and fury. Her hands, still wrapped around Mark, were trembling. Not from fear, but from pure, white-hot anger.“Wow,” she said, her voice shaking with emotion. “You brought her. To this meeting. This importa

Teresa's POV And then, silence.It was sudden and absolute. The chaotic storm had passed, leaving behind a wreckage of stunned silence. The lobby slowly returned to its muted, luxurious hum, but the air was still charged. It was just me, Mark, and Valentino standing there in the middle of the floor, like survivors of a bizarre and public disaster.Mark turned to me immediately. His face was pale, his expression a mixture of anger, exhaustion, and fear.“Teresa—”I took a deliberate step back, putting space between us. “No. Don’t touch me.”“Teresa, please, just let me explain.”“Explain what?” My voice was low but vibrated with tension. “That you have a fiancée I knew nothing about? That there was some kind of… ceremony? That she believes with her whole heart that you belong to her? What part of that needs explaining, Mark?”“There is no ceremony! She is not my fiancée! I never agreed to anything, not even as a child!” he insisted, his hands clenching at his sides.“Then why does she

Teresa's POV He flinched as if I’d struck him.Valentino cleared his throat awkwardly. “Mark, perhaps… give her a little space to absorb this. This is a lot for anyone to—”“No,” Mark cut him off, his eyes never leaving mine. “I’m not giving her space. Not over this. Not when it’s a lie.”He reached for my hand.I pulled it back, tucking it against my body.“Don’t,” I said again, the word final.He froze, his hand hanging in the empty air between us. The hurt in his eyes was profound.Valentino rubbed his temples. “This is a disaster. But you have to believe, Teresa, none of us want to hurt you. Especially not Evelyn. She doesn’t operate with that kind of malice. She’s… trapped.”“Not intentionally?” I repeated, incredulous. “She wasn’t intentionally trying to scratch my eyes out?”“She reacts on pure, unfiltered emotion,” Valentino explained slowly, like he was explaining a difficult concept. “When she’s triggered, her mind reverts to a childish, impulsive state. She doesn’t think a