All Chapters of THE MISTAKEN MISTRESS : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Jane's POV Monday arrived quicker than I anticipated. The alarm buzzed at six, and for a brief moment, I was disoriented. But when I finally opened my eyes, I took in the unfamiliar ceiling, elegant gray curtains, and the distant shimmer of the city below. I was in the penthouse. William’s penthouse. For a moment I thought about my small apartment,how I missed it so much, neighbors and their gossips,my work place and how much things had changed in just few weeks.I sat up carefully, pushing my hair back, and glanced at the clock. It was still early, but I was already fully awake, my nerves buzzing beneath the surface. Today wasn’t just an ordinary workday; it marked the beginning of my intense fashion training after approval from the CEO of the fashion and creative department After a quick shower, I dressed more thoughtfully than usual, a simple blouse paired with fitted trousers and low heels. I aimed for understated rather than flashy nothing that screamed “CEO’

Jane's POV The morning sun streamed into the creative department, casting a warm, golden light that made everything appear inviting and soft. I stood by my drafting table, pencil poised in hand, sketching the design for the dress that Mira had assigned to me. It was a tough project, meant to be the highlight of an upcoming internal showcase, and I was determined to nail it. Jayden appeared quietly, two steaming cups of coffee in hand. Without a word, he handed one to me and flashed a smile. “Thanks,” I said softly, savoring a sip as the warmth seeped through my fingers and spread to my chest. “You’re up early,” he remarked. “I had a rough night,” I confessed. “Couldn’t stop the ideas from swirling in my head.” He nodded, his understanding evident. “I know that feeling. But you’ve got this. You’ll make it work.” I offered a slight smile. “I hope so. Mira has pretty high standards.” “And I know you can meet them,” Jayden replied with conviction. I rolled my

William's POV I had never really thought about silence before. Not in any meaningful way, anyway. It had always surrounded me like a familiar blanket ,in office spaces after meetings wrapped up, in the quiet hallways of my penthouse at night, in boardrooms emptied of chatter. But tonight… tonight it felt different. Tonight, I was not alone in that silence. The lights in the penthouse were dim, with only the soft glow of the city filtering through the tall windows. I glanced at the clock on the wall; it read 12:47 a.m. Too late. Way too late. Yet here I was, still awake. Not working. Not pouring over contracts. Not replying to emails. I was perched on the edge of the couch in the living room, phone in hand, its screen dark. The image was still there, her sketch. Jane's design. I told myself I was keeping it because it showcased talent, because as the CEO, I liked to keep an eye on promising individuals. That was the official reason. The truth, however, was much more unsettling

Jane's POV The office was a different universe once the sun set. No ringing phones or hurried footsteps. No hushed discussions drifting through the glass walls......just stillness. Soft lighting illuminated the space, accompanied only by the distant hum of the city below. I hadn't intended to be there so late. But when Mira mentioned that the showcase samples needed some last-minute tweaks, I couldn't refuse. This was an opportunity I couldn't let slip away. So, there I was, alone in the creative studio just shy of ten, surrounded by swatches and half-finished sketches, my heels kicked off beneath a chair. My eyes felt strained after hours of examining designs. I stretched, massaging my neck. “Almost done,” I murmured to myself. That’s when I noticed, it was still lit in the CEO’s office. William was still here? A flutter of surprise raced through me. I tried to brush it off. It was just part of the job, right? CEOs often worked late;

Jane's POV That night, the penthouse felt unusually quiet. It wasn’t a soothing silence; it was oppressive, as if the very walls were holding their breath. Lying on my bed, I stared at the ceiling, replaying that moment over and over again in my mind. The office, the lights, the almost tender brush of his hand against my face, and the way his expression shifted when Regina entered the room. And then came the distance, the way his voice turned so cold and controlled. “It won’t happen again.” My chest tightened as I turned onto my side, burying my face in the pillow. Why did it hurt so much? Nothing had actually happened, and that was the issue. We’d almost crossed a line, and now there was this invisible barrier between us. The next morning felt even more daunting. As I entered the kitchen, I saw William already there, dressed in a crisp white shirt with his hair neatly styled. He had a coffee in hand, fully in CEO mode, and he hardly glanced my way. “Good morning,” I sa