Lahat ng Kabanata ng Married My Ex's Billionaire Uncle Accidentally : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 56

Ariana Pov I picked up the manila folder from my desk, my thumb catching on the sharp metal clasp that bound the HR documents inside. The corridor floor reflected the glare of the overhead strips in pale, pristine bands. My heel taps sounded too loud against the marble. With every step toward the end office, the tightness in my chest grew heavier. I pushed the handle on the frosted glass door, easing it open just enough to step through, and pulled it shut until the latch clicked into the frame. Tessa remained leaning back in her leather armchair behind the dark wood desk. Her palms rested flat over a closed planner, manicured nails trimmed square. Her eyes didn't leave my face as I walked across the rug; they dropped once, settling on the beige folder in my grip. She extended two fingers, pointing to the empty corner of the mahogany. "Set it down." I closed the distance and laid the file on the polished wood. "HR gave me the parameters for the signature line yesterday. Everything

Ariana Pov I got home exhausted. As I pulled the front door open, my feet ached so badly that I staggered into the foyer. I slipped off my heels, holding them in one hand while flexing my toes against the cold floor with a tired sigh. Smoothing the front of my trousers, I walked toward the stairs. My only goal was to reach my room, take a freezing shower, and collapse. "You're late." A deep voice caught me off guard. I turned quickly toward the dining room. Damian sat at the head of the long mahogany table, a plate set before him and his suit jacket draped over the back of his chair. His crisp white shirt was unbuttoned at the neck, revealing the defined line of his collarbone. He gestured toward a covered plate set to his right. "Come sit and eat." "I'm not hungry," I said, shifting my shoes to one hand. "I just want to rest." Damian set his silver fork down against the rim of his plate with a slow, deliberate click. He leaned back in his chair, his tone shifting into somethi

Ariana Pov "I need to find a way to clear my name and prove to everyone that I'm not guilty. But how?" I murmured to myself. There must surely be a way out. Ariana, think, I urged myself, my heels tapping a rapid, restless rhythm against the floor. Then, my gaze accidentally drifted toward the exact spot where I had stood to gather the fallen folders earlier. I looked up at the steel beam overhead—to the dark glass dome of the security camera mounted right above the printing bay. A small smile formed across my face as I pointed toward it, my eyes locking onto Maya's. "Look there," I said. "The camera overhead, right above the printing bay. It must have captured every single corner of this floor. We can go check the footage in the security room and find out who's really guilty." Maya stared at me, her confidence faltering as her eyes flicked upward toward the security camera before snapping back to mine. Her shoulders locked tight as she shifted her weight nervously from one he