All Chapters of Dumped By The Billionaire : Chapter 1 - Chapter 4

If anyone had told me that my first day as a secretary for a billion-dollar jewelry empire would feel like preparing for the Hunger Games, I would’ve laughed. Now? I’m sweating through my blouse like my soul is trying to escape. Peterson Industries—home of luxury, power, and salaries that could fix my entire bloodline—is a 98-story mirrored tower stabbing the New York skyline. From the sidewalk, the building gleams like someone polished it with liquid ambition. Inside, the air smells like wealth, espresso, and expensive perfume I will never afford. I keep fixing my hair’s loose strands as I follow the HR assistant toward the top-floor penthouse office. My heels click so loud I feel like the whole hallway is judging me. “Don’t talk unless Mr. Peterson asks you to,” the assistant whispers sharply. “Don’t look too long into his eyes. And for the love of God, don’t ramble.” “I don’t ramble,” I whisper back. She gives me a skeptical side-eye. Okay… sometimes I ramble. When I’m nervou

The office was dead silent.Not the usual, pleasant kind of quiet. Not the kind that lets you concentrate on spreadsheets or sip overpriced coffee without interruption. This was heavy, loaded, the kind of silence that makes your skin tingle and your heart hammer like it’s trying to escape.I had stayed behind, like he asked. After hours. Alone. With him.And suddenly, I realized just how terrifying—and thrilling—that could be.The elevator had chimed down an hour ago, sending the last few stragglers into the night. The fluorescent lights overhead flickered softly, bathing the open-plan office in a sterile, almost clinical glow. But Drake’s office… Drake’s office felt different. Dangerous. Magnetic. Alive.I tried to tell myself I was professional. That this was just business. That I wasn’t currently burning alive from a single glance he gave me when he said:“Stay after hours today.”I gripped my pen like it was a lifeline and tried to focus on the folder he had left on my desk. Contr