THE JANITOR'S DAUGHTER: Mistress for the CEO のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

By the time Davis got to work, the ache from the morning had hardened into something sharp and reckless.It was the kind of ache he recognized too well. It settled into him the way neglect always had, carving out a familiar hollow in his chest. He had learned long ago that when something hurt and refused to leave, the best way to survive it was to dress well, smile wider, and keep moving.The glass walls of the Dylan Corps tower reflected the man he had learned to be—tailored suit, unbothered stride, charming smile that came easily even when his heart felt anything but. What it did not show was the boy who had once waited by the window for a father who never came home, or the teenager who learned that silence from a parent could echo louder than shouting.People greeted him as he walked past, many with admiration. Davis responded effortlessly, the way he always did. A nod here. A brief smile there. A joke tossed lightly over his shoulder. He made it look easy because it was easy. Atte

Chelsea bolted in through the glass doors of the clinic panting breathlessly. The clinic buzzed with controlled chaos—rolling carts, murmured diagnoses, sharp footsteps echoing down white corridors that smelled faintly of antiseptic and burnt coffee. It was nothing like the small facility she had trained in. Everything here moved faster, expected more, demanded precision.Smoothing down her scrubs, she followed the elegant woman walking briskly ahead of her.“Welcome to Still Waters,” Elena, the doctor -in- charge said with a warm smile curving her lips. “You are late though.”“I am so sorry," Chelsea wheezed. “I had to stop by at the hospital to check on my mum, deliver lunch to my dad at work and wait at the bus station to catch the next bus. It took an hour.”Immediately concern filled Elena's eyes. “I am so sorry." She smiled again. “But don't worry, you will soon get settled in New York. How is your mum, by the way?”“Thankfully she hasn't worsened.”“I wish her a speedy recover

As they settled into the luxurious seats, Chelsea realized that Davis wasn't with them. "Is… Davis coming later?" she asked Amber, trying to hide her disappointment."He's meeting you at the event," Amber replied, smiling. "But first, we're going to get you ready for the night. You're going to look stunning, I promise."The car pulled away smoothly leaving the curious stares behind.The car drove them to a posh salon, and the next few hours felt unreal.Chelsea was ushered into a luxury spa. Here, Chelsea was to be pampered with a princess skincare treatment and styled to perfection. Her scrubs were replaced with a silk robe. Skilled hands worked over her skin, her hair, her nails. Everything was soothed, polished, reimagined. She felt like royalty as the stylists worked their magic, and when they finished, she barely recognized the woman staring back at her in the mirror.The dress Amber had chosen for her was a stunning red gown that hugged her curves in all the right places. Chels

Elena’s voice cut through Chelsea’s thoughts like a soft knock on glass. “Chelsea?” She looked up, startled, realizing she had been stirring the same spoon through her soup for far too long. Lunch had come and almost gone, and she had barely tasted a thing. Elena studied her with gentle concern. “You’ve been quiet today. Is everything alright?” Chelsea straightened slightly. “Yes. I mean—yes, everything’s fine.” Elena didn’t look convinced. She glanced toward the corridor leading to the ward. “Is everything okay with Robert?” Chelsea’s lips curved into a small, genuine smile despite herself. “Oh. Yes. He’s… actually doing better. He even shared his snacks with me today.” Elena’s face lit up. “He did?” Chelsea nodded. “Cookies. He pretended he didn’t care, but he offered them anyway.” Elena laughed softly, pleased. “That’s huge. Robert rarely shares anything with anyone. He must really like you.” Chelsea felt a flicker of pride warm her chest. “We’re making progres

“Amber, cancel the rest of my meetings for today. I have...important things to attend to," Davis selected his words over the phone. “I'll be leaving.”An affirmative “Noted, sir” from Amber was satisfactory enough for him to hang up. “I'm sorry if I am causing any inconvenience. If you want...”“I'm not sorry,” Davis scoffed cutting Chelsea short. He closed the space between them. Chelsea held her breath as his knuckles gently brushed a wisp of hair off her cheek. “We should get going,” he mummured.One hand rested firmly on Chelsea’s thigh while the other held the steering wheel steady, Davis driving as fast as the speed limit would allow.The road stretched endlessly ahead, smooth and quiet, but Chelsea felt as though she were tumbling headfirst toward something she could no longer stop. Her heart pounded violently in her chest, each beat echoing louder than the last.This man wanted her.And all that stood between him and pinning her beneath his weight was the short distance betwe