All Chapters of WRONG ROOM : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Chapter Eleven

The private terrace glowed under soft golden lights as the sun dipped below the horizon. Waves gently kissed the stilts beneath the villa, creating a peaceful rhythm that contrasted sharply with the storm inside Marilyn’s chest. She sat across from Raymond in the emerald-green dress he had chosen for her. The silk clung to her body in a way that made her feel both elegant and exposed. Dinner had been served — fresh seafood, fine wine, and delicate desserts — but Marilyn could barely taste anything. Her mind kept returning to the walk-in closet filled with clothes she had not asked for. She set her fork down and gathered her courage. “Mr. Stewart,” she began, keeping her voice steady, “I appreciate the gesture with the clothes and everything else. Truly. But I don’t like it when someone makes decisions for me without asking. I could have gone out to buy what I needed myself.” Raymond leaned back in his chair, watching her with those piercing blue eyes. A faint smile played on his

Chapter Twelve

The morning light filtered softly through the glass walls of the villa, casting a golden glow across the room. Marilyn woke up slowly, her body still heavy with the tension from the night before. She had barely slept. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt Raymond’s presence beside her — warm, powerful, and dangerously close. She turned her head and found the other side of the bed empty. Relief and disappointment mixed strangely in her chest. She got up, chose a modest but elegant cream blouse and navy pencil skirt from the new wardrobe, and pinned her long red hair into a neat bun. When she stepped into the living area, Raymond was already dressed in a tailored charcoal suit, reviewing documents on his tablet. “Good morning, sir,” she said politely. Raymond looked up, his gaze sweeping over her slowly. “Good morning, Marilyn. Did you sleep well?” The way he said her name — without the usual “Miss Oxford” — felt too intimate. She nodded, avoiding his eyes. “Well enough.” He s

Chapter Thirteen

The next morning, the tension between them became thicker and thicker. Marilyn barely slept. Every time she closed her eyes, she remembered Raymond’s words, his touch, and the way her body always betrayed her. She couldn't think about anything else, without thinking about him and his words. After freshening up. She dressed for the day and moved out. She found him on the terrace, drinking coffee while reviewing documents. He looked calm and composed, as always. But she was done pretending. “Mr. Stewart,” she said, stepping outside. Her voice was firmer than she felt. “We need to talk.” Raymond looked up, setting his cup down. “Go ahead.” Marilyn took a deep breath. “I appreciate the clothes and everything you arranged. But you keep crossing lines I never agreed to. You touch me like I belong to you. You say things that make me feel like I’m your property. I don’t like it.” She continued before he could speak. “What happened between us two years ago was a mistake. It was my first

Chapter Fourteen

The rest of the day passed in a cold, professional blur. Marilyn threw herself into work with quiet determination. She attended meetings, took notes, and offered suggestions when asked. Raymond treated her with perfect courtesy in front of the investors — polite, distant, and completely in control. But the warmth that once lingered between them the day before was gone. In its place was a careful, icy professionalism that left Marilyn feeling strangely hollow. By evening, she already made her decision. After dinner, which they ate in near silence on the terrace, Marilyn gathered the clothes Raymond had bought for her and moved them into the second bedroom. The room was just as beautiful as the master suite — soft lighting, ocean views, and a large comfortable bed. Still, it felt empty. She changed into a simple silk nightgown and slipped under the covers. For the first time since arriving on the island, she was completely alone. The silence pressed in on her. As she lay there sta

Chapter Fifteen

One Monday morning, the villa didn't feel any different. The cold silence and distance between them still filled the air. Everywhere felt like no one was inside. It was like nothing was breathing. Marilyn was already dressed and ready for the day when Raymond knocked once on her bedroom door and stepped inside without waiting for an answer. He was wearing a crisp grey suit, looking every inch the powerful CEO again. “We’re returning to headquarters today,” he said, his voice flat and businesslike. “I have an important meeting that has been scheduled for weeks. The current meetings here have been postponed. Be ready in ten minutes.” He didn’t wait for her reply. He turned and walked out, leaving the door open behind him. Marilyn stood still for a moment, feeling the sharp shift in his attitude. There was no teasing, no lingering looks, no possessive words. He had gone back to being the cold, distant billionaire everyone feared. Strangely, the change hurt more than she expected.

Chapter Sixteen

The conference room remained thick with tension as the meeting continued. Department heads presented updates on occupancy rates, guest feedback, and upcoming resort projects. Marilyn sat quietly beside Raymond, taking notes and trying her best to ignore the curious and hostile stares still directed at her. One of the senior managers from the Guest Experience department cleared his throat. “On the topic of improving guest retention, we’ve been struggling with our current loyalty program. It feels outdated. Since Miss Oxford is a fresh graduate with new perspectives, perhaps we could hear some of her ideas? Fresh eyes might help.” Several heads nodded in agreement. Tyler even smiled encouragingly from across the table. “Yes, that could be useful.” Marilyn’s stomach tightened. She hadn’t expected to be put on the spot so publicly. Madison, seated on Raymond’s other side, immediately countered. “With all due respect, she has been with us for barely a week. We cannot push important

Chapter Seventeen

As soon as Raymond walked into his office, Madison followed closely behind him. Her expression was really serious, devoid of her usual sharp wit. She stepped inside and pulled the heavy oak door shut, the lock catching with a muffled click that seemed to echo in the sudden quiet of the room. Raymond already knew why she was there. He didn’t say a word. He simply shrugged off his suit jacket and draped it carefully over the suit hanger near the window. Madison crossed her arms and watched him. “You didn’t tell me you needed a PA,” she said quietly. Raymond turned to face her, a faint hint of amusement flickering in his eyes. “You always want to know everything.” Madison stepped closer. “I know you, Ray. Talk to me. What is it about this new girl? Don’t tell me you like her. She’s far too young for you.” The words stung more than Raymond cared to admit, but he kept his face neutral. He sank into his executive chair and leaned back. “You read too many novels. Go back to your office

Chapter Eighteen

Marilyn barely noticed the passing hours go by. From the moment the morning meeting ended, she had buried herself completely in work. Files covered her desk. Her laptop screen glowed with charts, projections, and handwritten notes scattered beside her tablet. She reviewed guest retention reports, refined proposal drafts, and reorganized data for the personalized loyalty program Raymond had approved earlier. The deadline he gave her sat heavily on her shoulders. And strangely… She wanted to impress him. That realization bothered her more so much but she brushed it away. The executive floor gradually grew silent as lunchtime came and went. Employees disappeared toward restaurants and cafés in small groups, laughing and chatting as they left. Marilyn remained seated at her desk, too focused to care. Or at least, that was what she told herself. The truth was, she needed the distraction. Work kept her from thinking too much about Raymond’s cold distance. A soft sigh escaped Madison’

Chapter Nineteen

For several long seconds, nobody spoke. Marilyn stood near the door clutching her tablet tightly against her chest while four unfamiliar eyes studied her openly. The silence in the office suddenly felt suffocating. Then the beautiful blonde sitting on Raymond’s desk smiled first. “Well,” she said lightly, her voice smooth and elegant, “you must be Marilyn.” Marilyn blinked slightly, caught off guard by the warmth in her tone. The woman slid gracefully off Raymond’s desk and straightened the fitted ivory dress hugging her slim figure. Up close, she was even more beautiful. Sophisticated. Effortlessly polished. The kind of woman who looked like she belonged on magazine covers and billionaire charity galas. Everything Marilyn suddenly felt she wasn’t. “I’m Isolde Abraham,” the woman introduced smoothly, extending her hand. “And this is my brother, Tristan.” The handsome dark-haired man on the sofa smiled easily. “Nice to finally meet the famous Miss Oxford.” Famous? Marilyn’s s

Chapter Twenty

The executive floor slowly emptied as the evening stretched deeper into night. One by one, office lights dimmed behind glass doors. The distant sounds of ringing phones and clicking keyboards faded until only silence remained across the twenty-eighth floor of Stewart Crown Tower. Marilyn sat alone at her desk outside Raymond’s office, staring blankly at the city lights glittering beyond the massive windows. Crystal City looked beautiful at night. Cold. Luxurious. Untouchable. Much like the man currently sitting inside the office behind her. She leaned back slowly and rubbed her tired eyes. Her body ached from hours of nonstop work, but exhaustion wasn’t what truly weighed on her tonight. It was Isolde Abraham. Again. Marilyn hated that her thoughts kept circling back to that woman. The effortless beauty. The confidence. The familiarity she shared with Raymond. And worst of all, the way Raymond had smiled around her. Marilyn had never seen that version of him before. Not the col

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