Todos los capítulos de His Naughty Girl : Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Greer’s POV This was the third time. The third time I had been dragged into this cold, sterile executive conference room to be interrogated like a criminal. My hands were clammy as I sat at the end of the long table, the same seat that now felt like the accused’s box. The board members stared at me with varying degrees of suspicion and disappointment. Veda sat like a queen at the head, her posture rigid and her eyes filled with contempt. Calder was to her right, his jaw tight, looking like he was barely holding himself back.They started firing questions at me almost immediately. “Miss Greer, can you explain why the transfers were made during hours when you were logged into the system?” one board member asked sharply.“I wasn’t the one who made them,” I answered, my voice already strained. “I’ve said this before.”Another director leaned forward. “But the login was yours. Are you saying someone else had access to your password and was using your computer while you were conveniently a

Cassey’s POVI pushed open the door to my apartment and slammed it shut behind me, twisting the lock with shaking fingers. My heart was still pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. I leaned back against the door, breathing heavily, trying to process what I had just seen and heard.It couldn’t be real.I kept replaying the messages in my head, the filthy things Calder had written to Greer. The way he called her “baby,” the graphic descriptions of what he wanted to do to her body, how he claimed she belonged to him. And worse, Greer’s replies. She hadn’t denied it. She had responded to him.My best friend was sleeping with her stepfather. I started pacing around my living room like a caged animal, hands running through my hair. “No… no, no, no,” I muttered under my breath. “This can’t be happening. Greer? Of all people?”The disgust sat heavy in my stomach, making me feel physically sick. He was married to her mother. The thought of the two of them together — of him touching her

Greer’s POVI sat there on Cassey’s couch, my hands twisting nervously in my lap as I finished telling her everything, my plans, my regrets, how desperately I wanted to change. The silence that followed felt endless. I braced myself for more disappointment, for her to tell me she needed space or that she couldn’t be friends with someone like me anymore.Instead, Cassey let out a long, shaky breath and looked me straight in the eyes.“I need to be honest with you too,” she said quietly. “Last night… after I left the bar, I went home and I was so angry. So disgusted. I actually called Veda.”My heart stopped. The color drained from my face. “You… you called her?”Cassey nodded, looking guilty. “I had her number dialed and she picked it up. I was this close, Greer. To tell her everything I saw in those messages. I wanted to expose you. I wanted her to know what you’ve been doing behind her back because I was so hurt and confused.”Tears welled up in my eyes again. The fear that hit me w

Greer’s POV He appeared like a storm, grabbing Desmond by the collar and ripping him off me with terrifying strength. The first punch landed with a sickening crack. Then another. And another. Calder beat him mercilessly, fists flying with raw, uncontrolled rage. Desmond tried to fight back but stood no chance.“Calder, stop!” I screamed, my voice hoarse. “You’re going to kill him!”Calder had Desmond on the ground, pounding his face repeatedly. Blood was everywhere. Desmond was barely conscious.“Calder, please!” I cried, rushing forward and grabbing his arm. Tears streamed down my bruised face. “Stop! Let’s just go. Please… I want to leave. Take me away from here.” His chest was heaving, his knuckles bloody. He looked at me, eyes still wild with fury, then back at Desmond’s beaten form. For a terrifying second, I thought he might actually kill him.But he stopped.He stood up, breathing heavily, and scooped me into his arms without a word. I clung to him, sobbing into his chest a

Greer’s POVRelief washed over me. For the first time in a very long time, I felt like I had a real choice. Like I was being heard.“Thank you,” I whispered, resting my head on his chest. Calder kissed the top of my head, his arms tightening around me protectively. “But remember,” he added softly, “you’re still mine. This independence doesn’t change that. I’ll give you space to build your empire… but you will always come back to me.”I didn’t reply. I just closed my eyes and let myself breathe in his scent, wondering how long this fragile new balance between us could possibly last. For now, though, I had a plan. And for the first time, Calder wasn’t standing in the way of it.We lay in comfortable silence for a while, his fingers gently stroking my back. The events of yesterday kept replaying in my mind, especially the terrifying moment in the garden. A question that had been bothering me finally slipped out.“How did you know?” I asked softly, tilting my head to look up at him. “How