บททั้งหมดของ SCANDAL IN HIS BED : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Monday morning arrived with a quiet heaviness.Dianne stood in front of her mirror in her small Notting Hill apartment, smoothing down her blouse for the third time. She didn’t know why she was nervous. Maybe it was because of Roy’s confession the day before. Maybe it was because she hadn’t slept properly after replaying his voice in her head all night.Or maybe because she knew—deep down—that her life was about to shift again.She grabbed her bag and headed to work.The moment Dianne stepped into the Mayfair’s Consulting building, her stomach tightened. People were whispering again. Not as cruelly as during the wedding scandal, but still enough for her to feel it.She kept her head high.She had survived worse.As she settled into her desk, Tessa walked in with her usual cheerful expression—except today she looked… tense.“Morning, Dianne.”“Morning.” Dianne smiled faintly. “You look like you have bad news.”Tessa bit her lip.“We… have new additions to the Hamilton Project team.”D

Dianne barely slept.Her mind kept wandering—back to Damian’s cold smirk, Chloe’s fake sweetness, the sting of old memories reopening like fresh wounds… and then to Roy.The way he defended her.The way his eyes burned with anger on her behalf.The way he told her to breathe, like he could feel her panic inside his own chest.By morning, her eyes were puffy, her head heavy. She dragged herself out of bed, showered, and told herself she was fine—even though she wasn’t.She had just slipped on her shoes when a knock echoed on the door.At first, she frowned. She wasn’t expecting anyone. When she opened it, her breath caught.“Roy?”He stood there in a black hoodie and jeans, his hair still messy like he’d rushed out of the house. His brows pinched the moment he saw her face.“You didn’t sleep,” he said quietly.Dianne blinked. “How do you know?”“You look…” He paused, jaw tightening. “Like you were crying.”Her throat closed. She hated being read so easily.“I’m fine,” she lied, forcing

The next morning carried a strange calm.Not peaceful—just quieter than the storm the sisters had survived the night before.Maya made breakfast without her usual commentary.Dianne moved around the kitchen with soft steps, trying not to disturb the fragile peace.They weren’t angry anymore.But the air still felt delicate.Like one wrong word could break the truce.When Dianne’s phone buzzed on the counter, both sisters looked at it.Roy.Good morning.Are you okay?Maya raised a brow. “Are you going to answer him?”Dianne hesitated. “Do you want me not to?”“I want you,” Maya said slowly, “to do what you want. Not what you think I want.”It was progress.Dianne breathed out, relieved.She typed back:Good morning. I’m fine.Thank you for checking.Almost immediately:May I see you today?Just for a few minutes.Her heart tripped.Maya’s eyes narrowed but she didn’t speak. She simply rinsed a plate, expression unreadable.Dianne typed:Maybe later. I’ll let you know.Roy responded wi

The dining room was enormous, with high ceilings, golden chandeliers, and a polished table that gleamed under the soft light. Dianne couldn’t help but glance around nervously, taking in the opulent setting. Every chair had been placed with precision, every plate aligned perfectly. The Sinclair family was in their element, and she felt like an intruder.Roy walked beside her, his hand lightly brushing hers, a quiet anchor amidst the intimidating grandeur.“Remember,” he whispered just before they reached the table, “we stick to the plan. Keep it simple, polite, don’t react to anything… and stay close to me.”Dianne swallowed hard and nodded, smoothing the front of her dress.They sat.Almost immediately, Mrs. Sinclair began speaking, her voice a practiced mixture of pride and control. “Roy, darling, I hope you’ve told Dianne about Karen. Such a remarkable girl. Harvard, internships, the perfect socialite, fluent in three languages… and, of course, she can play the piano beautifully.”D

The Sinclair estate looked different that morning—quieter, heavier, as though the walls themselves understood what the day symbolized. A soft drizzle had washed the driveway at dawn, leaving the air cold and clear, sharpening every scent, every sound.Inside the guest room, Dianne stood before the mirror, palms pressed to the wooden vanity. Her heart beat steadily—not out of fear this time, but because she knew something in her life was about to shift.And she was ready for it.She slipped into the gown Maya had sent up earlier—a deep, liquid gold with a slit that climbed mid-thigh, the fabric hugging her curves like it had been crafted solely for her body. Her curls were styled in soft waves that cascaded down her back, the front pinned to reveal the full symmetry of her face.Her skin glowed—warm, soft, and flawless—thanks to the light shimmer she dusted across her collarbone. A pair of diamond-drop earrings framed her jaw gracefully. She finished with a soft, warm-toned lipstick th