Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha's Eight Secret Babies: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Mannie’s POVI should have known today would go wrong from the moment I walked in and saw Evan grinning like a shark near my desk. The department manager, Mr. Song, stood beside him, flipping through a folder, pretending not to hear Evan's smug little voice.“Mannie Twain,” Mr. Song said without looking at me. “You’ll be assisting janitorial today. Floors eleven and twelve.”I frowned. “Excuse me?”Evan stepped forward, arms folded, voice dripping with false concern. “The janitors are short-staffed, and you used to be in housekeeping, right? Just helping out the company, that’s all.”Liar.He wasn’t even trying to hide it. This was punishment—for rejecting him, for daring to speak up, for not falling in line like some scared, desperate woman.I could feel the blood rush to my ears. My fists clenched at my sides.I had to bite down my pride. Again. I had rent due. Groceries to buy. I couldn’t lose this job. Not yet.“Fine,” I said stiffly, grabbing the gloves and the mop from the suppl

Mannie’s POVMy phone buzzed again the moment I stepped out of Dominic’s office.I barely glanced at the screen before answering.“Hello?”“Mannie?”The familiar voice of my best friend, Kayla, broke through the static in my chest. She was breathless, probably from chasing after Adam again. I could hear chaos in the background—Jay and Zane arguing over something stupid, Lily trying to referee, Sophie giggling in between.But Kayla’s voice was able to overcome the background noise.“You okay? You sound like you’re about to set something on fire.”“I might,” I said, too bitterly. “And it’ll be wearing a suit.”“What happened?”“I’ll explain later.”“No. Explain now. You sound like a pressure cooker.”I sighed, pressing my back against the wall of the elevator as it hummed down to the ground floor.“It’s Evan. He tried to corner me in a hotel room. Said if I didn’t sleep with him, I’d lose my job. And he—” My throat tightened. “He bragged about doing it to another girl who… who didn’t m

I didn’t know the walls could talk until they turned against me.The prison cell was cold. Not the kind of cold that made you shiver on the outside, but the kind that sank deep into your bones and reminded you that no matter how hard you tried, life would always find a new way to break you.I sat on the metal bench, staring at the floor. My hands rested on my knees, still red from how tightly the cuffs had been clipped on hours ago. My throat was dry, but I didn’t ask for water. I couldn’t trust myself to speak. Not without breaking.Outside this room, outside the thick walls and locked doors, my life was falling apart.And I didn’t even know how it had come to this.--------Back in the neighborhood, it all started with one man.Officer Ted.He wasn’t a bad man. Just careless. Thoughtless in a way that only people with too much comfort and too little empathy could afford to be.He lived three doors down from our apartment and always walked around with that heavy walk like the earth

The elevator ride up to the president’s floor felt like being strapped to a missile. Fast and deadly with no way out.I clutched my folder like it was a shield, hoping it could protect me from whatever storm was waiting above. My heart pounded against my ribs, loud and anxious. My palms were sweaty, my knees wobbled, and my stomach flipped like it was doing somersaults.Why was he calling me?Did he find out?Did he know that I had been staring at his picture like a woman possessed, trying to match the face in the photo with the face from my past?Was that what this was all about?Or did he know about the children?Or was that what he had been hinting at all this time?The elevator gave a soft ding and the doors slid open, revealing a hallway so silent, I could hear the tick of a clock far down the corridor.Every step I took echoed too loudly.The assistant led me to a pair of large double doors, dark wood with polished handles. He gave me a polite nod. “He’s waiting inside.”I swa

I watched her stumble back, cheeks flushed, lips pressed tight like she was holding back everything she wanted to say.Her eyes met mine for a flicker of a second before darting away, and I saw the tension in her shoulders stiffen again.She was embarrassed.Good.But more than that—she was flustered.Off balance.Which meant she wasn’t as unaffected as she liked to pretend.I tucked that piece of knowledge away like a treasured card in a deck.Behind me, David chuckled under his breath."That was smooth," he whispered, clearly enjoying the show. "You sure you weren’t trying to seduce her instead of scolding her?"I ignored him. For now.Just a few feet away, behind a column near the cafeteria entrance, another pair of eyes had been watching. Sharp, narrowed, and filled with jealousy.My secretary.Vivian.The same woman who'd stormed into my office, thinking Mannie was giving me a blowjob. She had been stewing in silent rage since then, and now—seeing me this close to Mannie again—he