Todos los capítulos de BETRAYED BY MY FIANCE; REBORN AS HIS OBSESSION: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Lyra Moretti stepped through the revolving glass doors of Vance Biotech without breaking stride. Morning sunlight poured through the soaring atrium, catching the gold in the marble beneath her heels. All around her, employees rushed into meetings, their conversations blending into the familiar hum of another ordinary workday.Five years had passed, yet it smelled the same; nothing had changed. For one dangerous heartbeat, she wasn't Lyra Moretti. She was Arora Vance. She could feel the presence of her deceased father's laughter echoing through the lobby. "Never walk into this building with fear, Arora," Richard Vance had once told her, resting a reassuring hand on her shoulder. A leader doesn't wait for confidence; she brings it with her."The memory tightened around her heart, but she immediately buried it before it could surface. Not today; Arora Vance belonged to the past. Today, only Lyra Moretti existed."Ms Moretti?" A receptionist approached her with a professional smile.

“Ms Moretti, Mr Kade is waiting for you in operations.”The notification popped onto her desktop monitor just past nine. Lyra didn’t check up on her spreadsheets immediately. Since the Vance Biotech ink had dried on the partnership contract, Damian’s “urgent request” had turned into a daily routine. It wasn’t an accident. It was a pressure test, and she didn’t intend to blink first.She dropped her laptop into a leather bag, straightened her blazer, and left for the office.The atmosphere inside the main building had shifted since yesterday. The usual corporate polish was gone, replaced by a frantic, low-level hum. The receptionist, who was usually a statue of perfect manners, was aggressively pounding the keyboard while ignoring a blinking switchboard.When the elevator doors parted on the upper floor, the chaos hit her full force. Large wall screens flashed amber warning codes, and logistics maps were lit up like a Christmas tree. In the centre of the room, she was surrounded by a

The elevator door slid open, and Lyra stepped onto the executive floor of Vance Biotech. Morning sunlight spilt through the floor-to-ceiling windows, catching against the sharp glass walls and polished marble. She adjusted the strap of her bag and took a slow breath.She had barely taken three steps when-“Good morning.”Damian’s voice cut right through her concentration. He was leaning against the doorframe of his office, his suit jacket hooked over one thumb, a tablet pinned under his arm. He looked her up and down, his eyes narrowed slightly. “You look like you didn’t sleep a wink.”Lyra forced a tiny, polite smile. “Just thinking.”“A dangerous pastime.”“Usually is.”For a second, the corporate professional act vanished, and they just stood there looking at each other. Then Damian nodded toward his open door. “Walk with me. I’ve been going over those logistics revisions from yesterday.”She fell into step beside him, the faint scent of his expensive cologne catching her off guard

Lyra woke up the next morning with the image of Hayden standing alone in his dark library still heavy in her mind. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that he was hiding something.Her mind drifted back to the previous night. She had walked down the hall to find him, stepping silently toward the library doors. She had intended to knock, but through the slight crack in the doorframe, she stopped. The room was swallowed by shadows, illuminated only by the faint moonlight cutting through the glass. Hayden was standing perfectly still in the darkness, staring at the locked cabinet. He thought he was entirely alone, and the expression on his face-a chilling mix of heavy guilt and deep, fracturing thought-had frozen the breath in her throat. He looked like a man being crushed by a weight he couldn't share. It had unsettled her so deeply that she had quietly backed away into the corridor, leaving him alone with his secrets.Remembering that dark look now m

“Then let’s see how much you can uncover.”Damian held Lyra’s gaze before a slow smile broke the gravity on his face. “I have a feeling you’re going to make that incredibly difficult.”“Probably.”The waiter arrived, placing their drinks on the table with a practised quietness. The brief interruption gave Lyra a moment to steady her pulse. She hadn’t expected the evening to feel this normal, and that normalcy was precisely what made it lethal. She had come into this restaurant with a singular purpose: Damian Kade was the architect of her past misery, the man she had sworn to dismantle piece by piece. Yet sitting across from him now, listening to his unfamiliar laughter and watching the corporate tension bleed from his shoulders, she found she was viewing a side of him she hadn’t accounted for. She couldn’t afford to forget her past.“So,” Damian said, lifting his glass, “tell me something I don’t know about you.”Lyra offered a guarded smile. “You’ve known me for weeks, Damian.”“Long