Lahat ng Kabanata ng MY UNGRATEFUL HUSBAND DIDN’T KNOW I AM THE TYCOON’S DAUGHTER: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Meanwhile, on the very same day Samantha boldly stepped into my company, flawlessly playing the role of the fake tycoon’s daughter with Lucy acting as her ever-loyal assistant, a completely different scene was unfolding elsewhere. Mr. and Mrs. Jonathan arrived at the airport, and Lucy went to pick them up before taking them back to their mansion after their time away. The house stood exactly as they had left it—spotless, well-organized, and carrying that quiet elegance that reflected wealth and discipline. The moment they stepped inside, they immediately noticed that everything had been maintained with exceptional care, almost as if the house had never been empty. A few days later, there attention quickly turned to Lucy. “Lucy, you’ve taken care of this place as though it belongs to you,” Mr. Jonathan said, his voice filled with genuine admiration as his eyes scanned the polished surfaces and perfectly arranged furniture. “Truly, you are heaven-sent,” Mrs. Jonathan added warmly, he

As soon as Samantha stepped out of Alan’s office, her heels clicking confidently against the polished floor, Alan remained frozen for a few seconds, staring at the door she had just walked through. Her presence still lingered in the room like a storm that had just passed but one that promised to return. He exhaled sharply, ran his hand through his hair, and immediately reached for his phone. Michael. The line rang twice before it connected. “Alan,” Michael’s calm voice came through. “Yeah… Michael,” Alan began, trying to steady himself. “Samantha wants to meet with you.” There was a brief pause on the other end. “Right now?” Michael asked. “No,” Alan replied quickly. “She didn’t specify a time. Just said it was urgent. You can call me when you’re free so we can schedule something.” Michael sighed softly. “I’m a bit tied up at the moment. I’ll reach out when I’m available.” “Alright,” Alan said. “Just don’t take too long.” “I won’t,” Michael replied before the call ended. A

Meanwhile, Alan stood by the wide glass window of his office, his posture stiff and unmoving, his expression clouded with frustration. The morning light filtered through the glass, casting a soft glow across the room, but it did nothing to ease the tension written all over his face. From where he stood, the entire city stretched out beneath him, a clear, uninterrupted view made possible by the company’s towering structure. The building itself was massive—long and elevated, almost like a skyscraper—giving anyone on the top floor the illusion of standing above everything else. Yet, despite the breathtaking view, Alan seemed completely detached from it, as though whatever weighed on his mind had rendered the outside world meaningless. Jane had been assigned to clean his office that morning. Normally, she would have at least received a brief acknowledgment—a nod, a glance, something—but today was different. Alan didn’t look at her even once. It was as if she didn’t exist. His entire focu

Michael took a small, fancy box from inside the locker and placed my bracelet into it with careful precision, as though it was something far more valuable than it appeared. He closed it gently afterward and secured the locker again. “I’ll keep it safe,” he said. I nodded slightly. “Thank you, Michael.” That was all I needed to hear. I turned back to my cleaning duties, trying to steady my breathing and act normal again. I began organizing the papers on his desk, aligning them neatly as if nothing unusual had just happened. Then I tilted my head slightly, speaking in a casual tone that could easily be mistaken for harmless conversation. “Michael… do you believe everything that looks expensive is actually valuable?” That made him pause for a brief moment, as if my words had caught him off guard. I immediately felt his attention shift completely toward me, sharper and more focused now, like I had just become the only thing in the room that mattered to him. I didn’t give him time to

Outside the door, I stood frozen in place, fear gripping me harder than I had ever known. My heart pounded so violently it felt like it might break through my chest. “No… no… no!” I whispered urgently to myself, my voice trembling. “If Kevin discovers that Samantha is pretending to be the tycoon’s daughter, he might expose everything. And if he does that in anger… he could expose me too. I need to do something. I need to stop this.” My thoughts raced uncontrollably, each one worse than the last. The situation inside that office was already dangerously unstable, and I was standing right on the edge of disaster. Then, suddenly, an idea struck me. A risky one—but it was all I had. Without wasting another second, I reached out and knocked firmly on the door. Immediately, I heard movement inside. As expected, all attention shifted toward the sound. Alan paused mid-conversation, Kevin’s gaze sharpened, and even Samantha turned slightly toward the door, confused. Perfect. That single mom