บททั้งหมดของ Her Game; His Obsession : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 49

Marcus’s POVThe cell was exactly what you’d expect.Cold concrete. Thin mattress. A smell that no amount of industrial cleaning product could fully eliminate. I sat on the edge of the bed with my legs crossed and my hands resting loosely in my lap, watching the room because I had absolutely nothing here to do. So I rather access my surroundings in case of an issue. Two days in, and I’d already mapped every corner of this place. Every guard rotation and even the shift changes. Every weak point in the social hierarchy of men who had nothing to do but establish one.It wasn’t my first time navigating a hostile environment.It was just the first time I’d done it in a prison jumpsuit.The cell door was open during common hours, and most of the men gathered in the central area…playing cards, watching the mounted television, posturing at each other.I stayed at the edge.One of them had noticed this and decided it was an invitation.He was large. It obviously came from years of nothing to

Elena’s POVI dropped into my chair and pulled my keyboard toward me.“Insufferable, manipulative, overgrown child,” I muttered under my breath, thinking of Daniel. “Walking around here like he owns the place, asking his little loaded questions with that stupid smile…”I typed in my password aggressively.“…and that face. That smug, irritating, I-know-something-you-don’t face that I wanted to…”My screen loaded, and I stopped.Something was wrong.The dashboard looked different. Files that should have been organized neatly were scattered across the interface, their icons overlapping in ways that made no sense. A small window appeared in the corner of my screen, blinking steadily.I leaned forward, squinting.System breach detected. Unauthorized access. File corruption in progress.“What?” I whispered.I clicked on it immediately, trying to open the security log to see what was happening. But the window disappeared, and then my screen flickered. Once. Twice.Then half my files vanished.

Daniel’s POVThe cigarette lasted until the parking garage.I sat in my car for a long time after that, staring at the concrete wall in front of me, the engine off, the smoke curling toward the ceiling until it disappeared.Then I started the engine and drove. My apartment was exactly as I’d left it. My apartment reeked of luxury and sex, that was exactly how I liked it.I dropped my jacket on the floor the moment I walked in. But tonight I was more than angry. I kicked the coffee table and it skidded sideways, catching the edge of the rug, and a glass that had been sitting on it shattered against the marble floor.I kicked the nearest chair, sending it into the wall.Who does she think she is?Two years ago, Elena Rivers had fallen apart. After our engagement fell apart, I knew she loved me enough to crawl back and beg. But she didn’t. She didn’t come back and it fucking irritated me. When she loved me, she was far too trusting for her own good. And too emotional. I’d done her a fa

Elena’s POVI didn’t need to worry about keeping my distance from Jonathan in the days that followed.He didn’t reach out. Neither did I.A week passed in near silence. No calls, no messages, it was absolutely quiet. When the company finally sent word that employees could return, I sat with my laptop open for a long time before I did anything else.I opened a new document.Dear Mr. Hart,Please accept this letter as formal notice of my resignation from the position of Personal Manager, effective…I stopped typing then looked at the screen.The cursor blinked at me patiently.Maybe it was time. Maybe walking away from Hart Global, from Jonathan, from Daniel, from all of it, was the only move left that made any sense. There was nothing left to execute. Nothing left to protect.Just this hollow, aching thing in my chest that got heavier every morning.I saved the draft without finishing it.I’d decide later. The office felt different when I walked in. It was like something else happened