Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE JANITOR'S DAUGHTER: Mistress for the CEO: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Davis poured a steady stream of scotch over two ice cubes, his eyes fixed on the amber liquid swirling against the glass. He was doing his absolute best to stay grounded, keeping his focus entirely on making sure Elena’s wedding day went off without a single hitch. He was determined to be genuinely happy for her, regardless of how bleak, silent, and suffocating his own personal life had become. She was one of his oldest friend, after all.Elena had summoned every drop of her courage to face Queen in the days following the bachelorette party confession. Surprisingly, Queen had not tried to sabotage things. Instead, she had thrown a remarkably generous sum of money into the wedding account to show that Elena still carried her blessing—a gesture born out of a genuine, buried affection for her former protégé. Queen was, however, still ice-cold toward Richard, and she remained deeply offended with Davis for aiding in the public destruction of her well crafted plans for him. But she had not

Summer had settled over the quiet coastal town in a blanket of warm gold and gentle, ocean-scented breezes. Time had sailed Chelsea gently into steady breaths and a newfound sense of purpose, smoothing away the sharp, ragged edges of the life she had left behind in the city.The greatest gift of that passage of time was currently sleeping softly in a woven bassinet beside the kitchen counter. Susan was growing into a beautiful, strong little girl—so radiant, with her delicate features and dark, soulful eyes, that Chelsea sometimes felt it was almost illegal for such a miracle to be in her sole possession. Things were still challenging, as life often was for a single mother rebuilding from scratch, but the days had been far harder before her miracle baby arrived to anchor her heart.Chelsea had arrived in this town with no concrete plan, carrying only a small suitcase and relying on a single person in the entire world. Eugene was a childhood friend with whom she had reconnected online

The marble halls of Dylan Corp were usually defined by an atmosphere of quiet, multi-million-dollar efficiency. That efficiency vanished the second the desk phone at the executive assistant station chimed, and Amber pressed the receiver to her ear."This is the Dylan Corp executive line. How can I help?""Amber, put Davis on the phone. Now!" Elena’s voice barked through the speaker, breathless and commanding."Jesus, okay!" Amber gasped, dropping her pen. She didn't bother using the internal intercom. She stood up, smoothing her skirt, and ran down the polished hallway at the absolute maximum speed her three-inch heels could carry her. She pushed through the double frosted-glass doors of the corner suite without knocking. "Davis! You have an urgent call from Elena!"Davis didn't even look up from his tablet, his fountain pen hovering over a contract. He let out a long, heavy sigh. "Aren't you supposed to be on vacation with your husband?" he asked into his desk speaker as he picked up

The Harbor Lights Festival had transformed the island's night air into a chaotic electric hum, turning The Cheryl pub into a hive of nonstop activity. During the festive season, tourists were hardly ever asleep, flooding every entertainment space, bar, and diner until well past midnight. For the kitchen staff, this meant extra work, sweltering heat near the ovens, and a relentless barrage of urgent yelling. Service slips fluttered continuously from the order wheel, and every few minutes, someone barked out a rush order for fries, sliders, or draft beers.Davis sauntered into the packed, dimly lit interior, taking a slow breath to anchor his nerves. He was dressed far down wearing a simple gray hoodie pulled slightly low over his face. Keeping his head down, his sharp dark eyes carefully scanned the room, moving over the wooden booths and crowded tables. He braced himself, half-expecting someone—a tourist or a local—to recognize his face from business journals or city news. But here,

"I'm so sorry, Miss Chelsea," the tired young night clerk said with a sympathetic grimace behind the hotel counter. "The storm warning brought in a rush of travelers. We’re completely filled up tonight.""That's fine, Scott," Chelsea said smoothly, hiding the spike of tension in her jaw. "Just give me my room key, please."She took the brass key card, turning to look at Davis, who was leaning heavily against the oak railing of the lobby stairs, looking thoroughly wrecked."I'll lend you my suite for the night," she said softly, reaching out to catch his elbow to steady him. "I won't be staying in it tonight anyway."Davis let out a hollow, breathy sound that might have been a scoff, allowing her to guide him up the narrow staircase. The hotel was a small, creaky affair, brimming with mid-century charm—tight stairwells, brass fixtures, and a faint smell of aged cedar and sea salt. Chelsea moved with an acute, trembling sense of urgency that didn't match her soft voice."Must be... rea