บททั้งหมดของ His Billion-Dollar Mistake : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

CHAPTER 32 Whispers don’t start loud.They start polite.They start with pauses. With looks that linger half a second too long. With voices lowering when you pass, then rising again once you’re gone.By the time you hear them clearly, they’ve already decided who you are.I felt it the moment I stepped out of the elevator.The floor didn’t freeze. That would’ve been obvious. Too crude.Instead, conversations continued. Just… differently.Names replaced with pronouns. Sentences cut short. Laughter that arrived a beat too late.I walked to my desk anyway.Head high. Back straight.Distance had become my uniform now.I logged in. My access is held. No further restrictions. No new permissions either.They were watching. Measuring.I opened my email.Three new meeting requests. None directly from Reign.That was deliberate.I accepted all three without hesitation.If they wanted to test my independence, I’d give them competence.“Maya.”I looked up.It was Julia from finance. Usually warm.

CHAPTER 34 The day Ivy Hart decided to stop whispering, the building felt it before anyone said her name.Pressure has a sound.A low hum.A vibration beneath polished floors and glass walls.I felt it the moment I stepped inside.People weren’t avoiding me anymore.They were watching.Not with curiosity. With expectation.Today wasn’t about rumours. It wasn’t about speculation or proximity or narrative control.Today was about confrontation.I straightened my shoulders and walked to my desk.Whatever Ivy was planning, she wouldn’t catch me unprepared.My inbox refreshed.Six new emails. All neutral. All operational.No traps there.My phone buzzed.A message. From Helena.“Today won’t be subtle. Stay visible. Stay factual.”I typed back.“I’m ready.”Three dots appeared, then vanished.Her reply came a second later.“Good. Because she’s stepping into the light.”My pulse kicked.She.I didn’t need clarification.Ivy Hart didn’t do subtle exits or quiet returns. When she moved, it wa

CHAPTER 36 The building smelt different that morning.Not coffee. Not Polish. Not that faint hum of electronics.It smelt of steel and expectation.Ivy Hart had arrived. Not quietly. Not subtly. She walked in with the kind of confidence that made walls feel narrower.Every glance followed her. Every whisper sharpened.I didn’t flinch. I couldn’t.I straightened my blouse and walked past her. Head high. Back straight. Armour disguised as professionalism.My phone buzzed in my bag. I didn’t check it. I already knew. Helena would’ve sent instructions if anything urgent had shifted.Ivy’s smirk was quick. Calculated. As if she knew every move before I even thought it.“Good morning, Maya,” she said lightly, her voice sweet, carrying poison.“Ms Hart,” I replied evenly.She didn’t pause. She passed by my desk and whispered under her breath, just enough for me to hear:“Hope you’re ready.”I let it slide. That was the trap—getting a reaction.I didn’t give her one.By nine-thirty, the boar

CHAPTER 38 The night air felt heavier than usual.Not cold. Not crisp. Just… dense. Like the city itself was holding its breath.I stepped out of the elevator and immediately felt it—the quiet tension that clung to the floor.People weren’t just moving. They were watching. Listening. Waiting.I adjusted my blazer, fingers tight around my bag strap.Helena had warned me. Something was about to surface. Something more than numbers, spreadsheets, or rumours.And she hadn’t been exaggerating.Reign was already in the office when I arrived.Not in his usual commanding posture behind the desk.He was seated, hunched slightly over his laptop, jaw tight, eyes unreadable.“Morning,” I said softly.He didn’t look up. Just tapped the keyboard, paused, then finally met my gaze.“Morning,” he echoed. Tone low. Cautious. Heavy.I sensed it immediately.This wasn’t about Ivy, the board, or operational leaks.This was personal.By nine, Helena had found us. Quiet, efficient, and sharp.“You’ve got f

CHAPTER 40 The city felt heavier that morning.Not weather-heavy. Not rain or storm.But a weight of anticipation, pressing, like the skyline itself, was bracing for impact.I stepped into the building and immediately felt the tension.Not Ivy. Not the board.This was different. Personal. Precise. Dangerous.My phone buzzed as I reached my desk. Unknown number.“They’re moving.”I froze. Pulled the phone out carefully.“Who?” I typed back.Three dots appeared.“Everything you’ve prepared for—tonight it becomes real.”My pulse quickened.Tonight.Real.Reign appeared minutes later, eyes sharp, jaw tight.He didn’t greet. Didn’t smile.He just said, low and controlled, “Check security protocols again. Double everything.”I nodded immediately.“Already on it,” I replied.He exhaled sharply. “Good. They’ll strike when least expected. And they know us well enough to do it.”I swallowed.This wasn’t a game anymore.It was war.By mid-morning, Helena appeared quietly at my desk.“Listen,” s