All Chapters of Don’t Beg for Love : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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81. Curiosity

Annalise’s POVI leaned back, deliberately putting a little distance between us.I sighed. “Please stop.”His smile faltered.And a trace of confusion crossed his face.“You didn’t like the surprise?” He glanced around at the decorated living room as though searching for what had gone wrong. “I can do better.”He smiled again, hopeful. “I promise the next surprise will be even better.”Another helpless sigh escaped me.I folded my arms across my chest. For a moment, I simply looked at him.“Mr. Whittaker—”His eyes widened immediately.“Mr. Whittaker?” He looked genuinely offended, shaking his head dramatically. “You’re not supposed to call me that. You should be calling me Babe.”He smiled proudly. “Or Sweetheart.”A laugh escaped me before I could stop it.I shook my head. “Steve. I want to make something clear.”My tone softened. “For the last time. I’m not interested in Grandpa’s arrangement.”I held his gaze steadily. “I can’t have a relationship with you. And I can’t marry you.

82. The Lunch Box

Annalise’s POVAfter the meeting,Instead of returning straight to my office, I decided to make an unannounced inspection of every department in the company.Sterling Empire occupied one of the tallest skyscrapers in the city.Each department had an entire floor to itself. The Human Resources Department. Public Relations. Information Technology. Marketing. Finance. Legal. Operations. Procurement. Research and Development.Even the Security Department occupied its own floor.Linda followed quietly behind me, tablet and notepad in hand, documenting everything I pointed out.As we moved from floor to floor, employees straightened the moment they saw me. Greetings echoed through the open office spaces while keyboards fell silent for a few seconds before everyone hurriedly returned to work.Each floor was spacious, modern, and meticulously designed, with glass-walled offices overlooking rows of neatly arranged workstations. Despite the polished appearance, I noticed the same pattern repeat

83. His Pride

Andrew’s POVAt Hale Group.Sitting in my office, my finger tapped slowly against the polished black walnut desk.Its broad surface reflected the afternoon sunlight pouring through the floor-to-ceiling windows, interrupted only by neatly arranged documents, a sleek desktop monitor, and a silver pen holder that had probably cost more than some people’s monthly salary. The office itself was expansive and understated, decorated in muted charcoal and warm wood tones. Every piece of furniture had been custom-made, every line clean and deliberate, yet the silence filling the room somehow made the space feel even larger.My gaze remained fixed on the phone in my hand.Her name still occupied the screen.Annie.Her reaction earlier… I couldn’t understand it.She hadn’t merely rejected the lunch. She had rejected the thought behind it.What exactly had I done wrong?She was supposed to be delighted.A knock sounded.The office door opened, and Jonas stepped inside with several folders pressed

84. Not A Couple

Annalise’s POVIn the evening,Working hours were already over.I had just finished reviewing the last document on my desk and was about to call it a day when my office door flew open.Linda rushed in.I had never seen her look so flustered. Her breathing was uneven, and the color had drained from her face.“Ms. Sterling…” She stopped to catch her breath. “There’s… there’s a problem.”An unsettling feeling sank in my chest. “What happened?”Linda swallowed, her voice faltering. “The HR Manager has been found dead in his apartment.”For a second, I thought I’d misheard her.“What?”“He…” She lowered her gaze. “…hung himself.”I stared at her.My mind refused to process the words.“How?”“Why?”Linda looked even more troubled.“There’s more.” She hesitated. “A suicide note was found in his hand.”“And.” My brows drew together.“The preliminary findings suggest that his death may have been related to something that happened within the company.”Linda looked at me uneasily. “The Corporat

85. Married

Andrew’s POVAt the Mansion,The instant I drove in, I knew something didn’t add up.The Hale residence had always been quiet.Peacefully so.Even with dozens of servants working around the estate, the atmosphere rarely changed. The sound of flowing water from the fountain, birds settling into the old trees, and the occasional footsteps of the staff were usually enough to fill the evening.Today,The place was lively.Almost noisy.My eyes swept across the courtyard before stopping at the parking area.There was an unfamiliar car parked beside the entrance.A pink Rolls-Royce Cullinan.My gaze shifted toward several servants carrying luggage through the front doors.Pink suitcases.Far too many of them.My fingers unconsciously tightened around the steering wheel.This wasn’t a guest staying for dinner. Someone had moved in.I remained seated for another minute, contemplating whether I should simply reverse the car and return to my villa.Unfortunately, I’d already promised Mom. Leavi

86. An Angry Mob

Annalise’s POVThe Next Day,I arrived at the company to find the entrance unusually crowded.At first, I thought it was another busy morning.Employees were gathered outside instead of heading in, security personnel stood in larger numbers than usual, and several camera vans were parked by the roadside.Then I saw the cameras. The microphones. The reporters.Before I could register what was happening, the moment I stepped out of my car, they surged toward me like a tidal wave.“Ms. Sterling!”“Ms. Sterling, over here!”“Please answer a few questions!”Within seconds, I was surrounded.Microphones were shoved toward my face from every direction while camera flashes lit up the entrance one after another.“Ms. Sterling, is it true that the HR Manager left behind a suicide note mentioning your name?”“What exactly happened between you and the deceased employee?”“Were you aware he had been suffering from emotional distress before his death?”“It has only been a short time since you becam

87. A Gift

Andrew’s POVAt Hale Group.When I arrived at my office, I hadn’t even occupied my seat when the door burst open.Jonas stumbled inside like a man being chased by a ghost.His hair was a mess. His tie hung crookedly around his neck.He bent over, one hand braced against his knee as he struggled to catch his breath.“Boss…” He inhaled sharply. “Boss…”I hadn’t even set my briefcase down.The interruption immediately tested my patience, and I looked at him expressionlessly. “What is it?”He straightened a little, still panting. “It’s… it’s Ms. Sterling— No, the Sterling Empire.”He pointed vaguely behind him. “I…”He still couldn’t complete a sentence.Before I could ask again,The office door swung open for the second time.“Good morning, guys!” A bright, cheerful voice echoed through the room.Courtney walked in as though she owned the place.She carried an oversized insulated food box with both hands, smiling so brightly that anyone unfamiliar with her would think she had just won th

88. Incited Them

Annalise’s POVOnly when I went out to have a look did my heart sink at the sight in front of me.The mobs weren’t just protesting. They were here to destroy.The company’s elegant glass entrance had descended into complete chaos. A flower pot crashed onto the marble pavement, shattering into dozens of pieces. Another man swung a wooden stick against one of the decorative panels by the entrance, the loud crack echoing through the plaza. Plastic bottles, crumpled papers, eggs, and even stones littered the once-pristine walkway.The security guards were trying desperately to push the crowd back, but they were hopelessly outnumbered.Several protesters shoved against the barricades while others screamed at the top of their lungs.“Justice!”“Give us justice!”“Murderer!”One security guard stumbled backward after being pushed violently, nearly falling against the revolving glass doors.My brows knitted together.What exactly was happening?This wasn’t ordinary outrage. It felt… organized

89. The Private Chef

Annalise’s POVThat evening, Nightfall Avenue gradually came into view. I drove into the estate, my eyelids already getting heavy.For the first time in a long while, driving felt like work.The entire day replayed in my mind in scattered fragments.From the moment I left Sterling Empire, I had barely sat down.First was the police headquarters.Hours were spent answering questions from the investigating officers. They wanted every detail regarding my interaction with the late HR Manager; from the first day I entered the company until our last meeting with the Finance Manager. They asked for timelines, company records, disciplinary reports, internal emails, and even security footage from the day of that meeting.After that came the legal headquarters.My lawyer and I went through every possible accusation Cassandra had made during the interview. We drafted legal documents, prepared a defamation case, organized evidence, and discussed how the company’s reputation could be protected bef

90. One Month

The silhouette beyond the frosted glass was unmistakably masculine.Broad shoulders filled the enclosure, their outline cutting through the mist. Water streamed down the glass in uneven trails, distorting the figure only slightly. He was tall enough that his head nearly aligned with the top of the shower frame, every movement slow and unhurried, as though he belonged there.My heart slammed painfully against my ribs.The last traces of exhaustion vanished and every bit of sleep fled my eyes.For one absurd second, I wondered whether I was hallucinating.But hallucinations didn’t move.They certainly didn’t continue showering as though nothing had happened.He had heard me scream. There was no way he hadn’t.Yet he remained infuriatingly calm.The running water finally stopped. And my breathing caught.Still rooted to the floor, I watched as he reached toward the rack fixed inside the shower.My towel.Then my eyes shifted.My soap.My shower sponge.A wave of disbelief swept through

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