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Sheila's POVI sat back down, my legs wobbly, gripping Anna's phone tightly, unable to take my eyes off the screen. Everything seemed to spin, but I shook my head to focus.The video showed footage of me in bed with another man. Even though it didn't capture the man's face, my face was glaring in the video.As I watched, the horrifying memories came flooding back. Fiona had drugged me! She drugged me and allowed Alan to take me away! If Andrew hadn't intervened when he did, Alan would have been the one in the video.I wanted to scream, to lash out, but all I could do was sit there, paralyzed by the weight of the truth. My mind raced with thoughts of what could have happened if Andrew hadn't arrived in time. The very thought of Alan touching me made my skin crawl."Good day, everyone. My name is Phoebe Grayson, daughter of Mr. Stevenson Grayson, CEO of Grayson Company. I usually don't like talking about things like this online, but I think the time has come for me to do so," Phoebe beg
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Andrew's POV“Master, the media….”“I know,” I cut off Zane as he stepped into the office with his tab, with a worried expression.Phoebe Grayson must really have guts to come online and utter this nonsense. I had wanted to prevent Sheila from knowing that she had been drugged, but this foolish Phone somehow got footage of the video and leaked it online.I should have instructed my men to check that room properly before we left! I'd make sure to teach the entire Grayson family a lesson they wouldn't forget in a long while. How was she able to get the message conversation and phone records between my parents and hers? They would all face my wrath!“Zane, have you instructed the IT team to take down the post?” “Yes, Master.”“Call for a press conference, I'll address this issue right now.”“A press conference? Master, I don't think it's ideal to do that now. Every blog has been carrying the news of Mistress'.... situation. I think it's best if you hold a board meeting with the directo
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Sheila’s POVI sat by the pool, feeling so upset and unhappy. I had read more mean comments that I couldn't bear to read anymore, and had to come outside to clear my head.How could people be so mean? They didn't know me, yet they were all quick to judge and label me as the devil's spawn. Was it so easy for people to be deceived?I had contemplated making a video to defend myself, but Phoebe's exceptional acting skills of attempting suicide, coupled with Fiona's outburst, were enough to convince everyone that I was guilty.“Mistress! Mistress!” Anna called out, running toward me.“Not now, Anna, please, I don't want to talk about this. I just want to be left alone,” I quickly said.“But Mistress, you need to see this! Check your phone! The media—”“Is cursing me out and probably calling me a witch for making Phoebe attempt to end her life? The media is calling me a boyfriend snatcher whereas I was the one that was used and betrayed! I don't want to hear or see any of these anymore; I'
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Andrew's POVI had just finished talking with my father on the phone, assuring him that everything was fine. The media frenzy, the accusations, everything had been handled. As I dropped the call, my phone rang again. It was Sheila. Coincidentally, I had thought to call her after speaking with my father over the phone.“Hello, Andrew,” Sheila said softly, her voice wavering slightly. “I was wondering what you’d like for dinner tonight.”A rush of warmth spread through me. Sheila was calling to ask about dinner? It was such a simple thing, but it felt a bit….intimate. “Sheila, are you asking me what I’d like for dinner?” I asked.“Yes,” she replied, her voice tinged with a shy hesitation. “I thought… I thought it might be nice.”“That sounds good,” I replied. “How about we have something simple? Maybe pasta?”“Pasta it is,” she said, and I could hear the smile in her voice. “I’ll see you at home, then.”“I’m looking forward to it.”As I hung up the phone, I felt a familiar feeling—som
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Sheila's POVThe night had been filled with passion, but it all came crashing down suddenly. I had let my guard down and dared to dream, only to be punished for my foolishness.I felt like a fool, a big fool!Who was Evelyn? Probably his mistress or lover. Of course, a rich and handsome man like him would have someone to satisfy his desires. She must have been in his life long before I became his wife.I lay on my bed, thinking about the amazing, electrifying kiss we had just shared. I had allowed myself to hope, to dream of a future where Andrew and I could be more than just two people bound by circumstance.I thought we had a connection and that our feelings were growing. How could I have imagined a Cinderella happily ever after with Andrew?“Sheila, please open the door,” I heard Andrew's voice from the other side.I ignored him as I lay on my bed, refusing to move an inch.“Sheila,” he called out softly again.His voice brought fresh tears to my eyes. Why did I feel so heartbroken
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Andrew's POV“Sheila, get down!” I shouted, pulling her into my arms to shield her.The sudden crack of a bullet shattering the car window sent my heart racing.“Arrgh!” Sheila screamed as I pushed her head down. I glanced around and saw that the car that had just shot at us had driven away.“Sheila, are you okay?” I asked, anxiously checking her over.Earlier, while waiting at a traffic light, I noticed a black car with tinted windows beside us, next to Sheila's side, and an uneasy feeling washed over me.I tried to ignore it, but when the tinted window rolled down and I saw two masked men inside, I knew we were in danger.“I’m fine, but the bullet grazed my arm,” Sheila said shakily, showing me her bleeding arm. Her face was pale, eyes wide and unblinking, filled with a mix of terror and disbelief. She was shaking uncontrollably, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps.I held her hand, trying to comfort her while wondering how we had come under attack.I had decided to go out w
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Stevenson's POVI sat at the head of the table in the boardroom, trying to stay calm. The directors and shareholders glared at me with anger and contempt. I knew they blamed me and my family for the company's troubles and were ready to express their anger."You've ruined this company, Stevenson," Richard, one of the older directors, said, his voice cold and angry. "Your family's scandals are all over the news. No one wants to work with us anymore."Sarah, another director, added, "We've had to cancel so many projects. Our reputation is destroyed. Do you understand what that means?"My jaw tightened. "I understand, Sarah. But this is not just my fault. We all have a role in handling this crisis. I believe—""That's easy for you to say," Mark, a younger director, sneered, interrupting me. "Your family is the sole reason for this mess. Your daughter's suicide attempt video, your wife's outbursts, your son-in-law bankrupting the company because he's trying to protect the dignity of your o
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Sheila's POV I woke up feeling groggy. My head felt heavy, and my injured hand was a bit sore. I sat up slowly, trying to remember what happened the night before. I recalled last night's attack and quickly shook my head, not wanting to remember how scared I had felt when I was shot at. Just then, Anna walked in with a tray of breakfast. She smiled warmly as she set the tray on the bedside table. “Good morning, Mistress. How are you feeling?”“Better, I think,” I replied.As I shifted, I noticed a warm blanket covering me that I didn’t remember having before and assumed Anna had placed it on me.“Thank you for taking care of me.”Anna shook her head. “It wasn’t me, Mistress. Master stayed up all night with you, and when you complained of feeling cold, he asked me to get a warm blanket for you as he was worried about your health.”I blinked in surprise, feeling a mix of gratitude and confusion. Andrew? I hadn’t expected that. I knew he said he would stay to take care of me, but I had
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