Lahat ng Kabanata ng You Lost Me, Desmond Vaughn : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Olive paused at the entrance to the living room as the housemaid stepped aside.Isabella Vaughn was already seated on one of the cream-colored sofas, having changed out of the tailored suit she'd worn to the office into an elegant ivory silk blouse and dark slacks. Her phone rested against one ear as she quietly finished a brief conversation, a cup of tea untouched on the table beside her. Although she looked as composed as ever, a faint weariness lingered around her eyes from the day's events."I'll handle it tomorrow."She ended the call before setting her phone on the coffee table. Only then did she look up at Olive."There you are."Olive offered a polite smile."You wanted to see me?""I did."Isabella gestured toward the sofa across from her."Come, sit."Olive thanked her quietly before lowering herself onto the cushion, smoothing her dress over her knees."How are you settling in?"Olive nodded almost immediately."Very well. Everyone has been so kind to me. The staff... they'

Alain stared at her, the silence stretching between them as he struggled to find any words that could match the weight of what she had just revealed. For several long seconds, his mind simply refused to process it. “What?” he finally breathed. “He doesn’t know,” Genevieve repeated, her voice trembling as tears threatened to spill over. “He never knew. Isabella kept it from him too. Desmond's infertility file was fabricated the same way mine was, and he thinks he's fertile. He probably believes the baby is his.” The words hung heavily between them. Alain leaned back slowly, trying to process everything she had just said. “So…” His voice came out careful, almost hesitant. “…all this time, Desmond believed the same thing you did?” Genevieve nodded, wrapping her arms tightly around herself as if trying to hold together the broken pieces of a heart that had already shattered too many times. “Yes.” She drew in a shaky breath, the guilt rising fresh and sharp. “I was so cruel to h

It's been two days since anyone at Vaughn Group had heard from Clara Bennett.The morning report from the two men Isabella had sent to Clara's apartment only deepened the mystery. The house had been locked when they arrived, and according to the neighbors, no one had seen Clara come home for days.Nothing irritated Isabella more than uncertainty.Clara had taken the medical file from her office and disappeared without a trace, leaving Isabella completely in the dark. She had no idea what Clara's next move had been—or whether she had already handed the file to someone else.All Isabella knew was one thing.No one challenged Isabella Vaughn and walked away victorious.Inside her spacious office overlooking Manhattan, she signed the last page of a multimillion-dollar contract before sliding it across the polished mahogany desk."Have Legal review it one more time before sending it to the board.""Yes, Mrs. Vaughn," her secretary replied respectfully as she collected the file.She had bar

Olive rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly before letting out a helpless laugh. "Girl..."She shook her head."That story is too long.""So you're not telling me?""I will."Olive smiled apologetically. "But not today."Maya narrowed her eyes before shaking her head in amused disbelief. "I still can't believe this though""Neither can I."Her smile softened. "But... I'm really happy you're okay."She reached across the table and squeezed Olive's hand gently. "I'm happy the baby's okay too."Olive instinctively rested a hand against her stomach. "The doctor said everything looks perfect.""I'm glad."A few seconds later, Olive's phone vibrated across the table. She glanced down casually before unlocking the screen.Her eyes widened."What is it?" Maya asked curiously.Instead of answering, Olive quickly opened her banking application. For several long seconds, she simply stared at the screen in stunned silence.Then she whispered, "She actually did it."Maya frowned. "Who?""Mrs. Vaug

Alain pushed open the entrance door just after sunset, loosening the knot of his tie as exhaustion settled heavily across his shoulders. The day had been consumed by endless meetings, impatient investors, and documents that seemed to multiply every time he signed one. All he wanted now was a quiet evening.The moment he stepped inside, however, something immediately caught him off guard.The apartment smelled of food.Freshly cooked food.He paused, momentarily confused before following the aroma toward the kitchen.There she was.Genevieve stood in front of the gas cooker with her back to him, her hair loosely gathered into a low bun while the sleeves of her oversized cream sweater were rolled to her elbows. One hand stirred a pot simmering gently over the stove while the other reached for a bowl of freshly chopped vegetables resting on the counter.For a brief moment, Alain simply stood there.He found himself staring longer than he intended.Not because she was doing anything extra