บททั้งหมดของ Dear Ex Mate, You're Mine to Ruin: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Dorian’s POVI’d been looking for Lillian all morning, needing to talk to her before I headed to the office for meetings I couldn’t postpone. After everything that had happened yesterday, we needed to actually sit down and have a real conversation instead of just reacting to one crisis after another.I checked our old shared bedroom first, then her private room, then several other places she might have retreated to. Finally, I ran into Alanna in the hallway carrying what looked like art supplies.“Have you seen Lillian?” I asked.“She’s in the garden,” Alanna said, her tone cooler than usual. Clearly she was upset with me about the Miranda situation, though she was professional enough not to say so directly. “She went out there about ten minutes ago.”“How is she?” I asked, though I already knew the answer would be some variation of “terrible.”“How do you think?” Alanna replied, then seemed to catch herself. “Sorry. That was unprofessional. She’s… managing. Trying to hold it together

Dorian’s POVMiranda stood there in her underwear, clearly expecting some kind of reaction desire, confusion, anything that would give her leverage. But my head was completely clear this time, clearer than it had been since this nightmare started.All I felt was disgust and fury.“Pick up your clothes,” I said, my voice dropping to a low growl that made my wolf’s presence evident. “Get dressed and get out of my office. Now.”Miranda flinched at my tone, genuine fear flashing across her face as she took a step back. My Alpha command was absolute, undeniable, and she had no choice but to obey.She scrambled to grab her blouse from where she’d dropped it, her hands shaking as she pulled it on. The seductive confidence from moments ago had completely evaporated, replaced by nervous energy as she fumbled with the buttons.“Dorian, I….” she started, but I cut her off.“I said get out.”She finished dressing quickly, her movements jerky with either fear or embarrassment or both. But as she r

Lillian’s POVI rushed out of my office to witness the scene unfolding in the main hallway. Dorian stood in the center of a cluster of terrified-looking employees, his expression thunderous as he held what looked like a quarterly report in his clenched fist.“This is unacceptable,” he was saying, his voice tight with barely controlled fury. “These projections are completely unrealistic. Did anyone actually verify these numbers before submitting them to me?”His secretary stood nearby looking like she wanted to disappear into the floor, and several workers who’d apparently come to submit their own reports were frozen in place, clearly too scared to move.“Alpha Dorian, I can explain the methodology….”one of the analysts started nervously.“I don’t want to hear excuses,” Dorian interrupted sharply. “I want accurate data. Is that too much to ask? Is basic competence too high a standard?”I felt a pang of guilt as I watched him tear into his employees over what were probably minor errors.

Lillian’s POVMinutes dragged by with agonizing slowness as I crouched in my hiding spot, my legs cramping from holding the same position for so long. The decorative plant provided decent cover, but I had to stay perfectly still to avoid being noticed if anyone walked past.One hour became two. My back ached, my feet had gone numb, and I was seriously questioning whether this was worth it. Maybe the maid had already left while I was talking to Alanna. Maybe she wasn’t even in there at all and I’d misidentified the scent.But my wolf insisted we wait, insisted that the person who’d drugged me was still behind that door.So I persisted, fighting the urge to give up and go back to bed.Finally, just when I was about to abandon this stakeout, I heard a click the distinctive sound of a door handle turning.I pressed myself further back into the alcove, making sure I was completely hidden in the shadows as Miranda’s door swung open.Miranda herself stepped out first, looking cautious as she

Lillian’s POVThe door to my room swung open before anyone had even moved to leave, and Miranda walked in looking like she had just stumbled upon the scene by complete accident. Her eyes went wide, her hand flew to her mouth, and then she did exactly what I knew she was going to do.“Oh my god,” she breathed, looking from Meryl’s bleeding arm to me and then to Dorian. “What is happening in here?” Then her voice climbed higher, filling the room, filling the hallway beyond the open door where I could already see heads turning. “She was plotting against me, wasn’t she?”“I didn’t do anything,” I said, and I hated how desperate my own voice sounded against the performance she was putting on. “Both of you are lying. Dorian, listen to me, Miranda and this maid are working together. I saw Meryl leaving Miranda’s room last night at two in the morning. They were in there together having a private conversation and I followed her back to the staff quarters myself. They know each other. This who