Semua Bab Covering Up For The CEO: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Brielle POV "What?!" I shot forward, fury burning through my veins. "You’re lying! I never said that!"Diana flinched, her lower lip trembling as she turned to Albert with big, glossy eyes. "I….I swear, Albert, she did. She said I would be thrown out of this house soon, and she….she tried to hurt me.""Enough!" Albert’s voice boomed through the room, making both of us fall silent.He pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling harshly. "I’m tired of this constant fighting between you two.""But Albert…." I started, my chest tightening."Enough, Brielle!" His sharp tone cut through me like a knife.I swallowed hard, my nails digging into my palms as anger and frustration swirled inside me.Diana sniffled again, playing the victim perfectly as Albert continued tending to her wound.I clenched my teeth.The moment Albert left the room, Diana's entire demeanor shifted. The fragile, weeping woman vanished in an instant, replaced by a smug smirk as she wiped the last fake tear from her cheek.

Brielle POV The next day, I woke up with a pounding headache. My body felt weak, my limbs heavy like they had lost all energy. Something was not right. This was not stress or fatigue.I had felt this too many times in the last few weeks, always dizzy, always tired, and the fact that I had passed out and felt unconscious for sometime too. It's strange and I feel something is definitely wrong. I needed answers.In no time, I got dressed and drove straight to the hospital.The moment I walked into the clinic, I demanded a full test. I needed to know what was happening to me.Hours went by before the results were ready, and my hands trembled as I read them.Drugs.I had been drugged.My gut was in knots as my head was racing with possibilities. Who would do this? Who was even permitted into my food and drink stores?And then I figured it out.Diana.The only one living in this house with all the motivation to have me incapacitated, confused, and impaired.A hot rage seared my chest as I

Brielle POV I hated being forced to feel like a guest in my own home, a stranger in my own marriage.I waited in the kitchen for the cookies to cook, my hand around a wad of papers from the hospital that I had yet to sort through. My mind wasn't even on the cookies…..I was still seething from my fight with Diana that morning. That she'd admitted to having given me drugs and was so cavalier about it was getting my blood boiling.The oven beeper brought me back to life. I huffed, picking up the papers and setting them down, before tying my mitts up and taking out the tray. A sweet, warm smell of fresh-baked cookies permeated the kitchen air, in contrast to this choking house tension.Stacking the cookies neatly onto a plate, I carefully balanced them and stepped out of the kitchen to continue on my way towards Albert's mother, who was in the living room drinking tea like some sort of monarch upon her throne. Diana was seated beside her, with a smug look spreading onto her face. I appr

Brielle's povAlbert stood there, first-aid kit clutched in one hand, his sharp eyes scanning my face. His suit jacket was still on, but his tie was loose, as if he'd just walked in. His entrance was so sudden, I hadn't even seen the door open.I was stunned for a moment."You're back," I grumbled at last, my voice softer than I'd intended.Albert's jaw tightened. He set the first-aid kit on the table and crossed his arms."I heard your mom was here today," he said, his tone even.I twitched. Of course, he would know about it. His mother never just happened to visit me, she had a reason."She did," I said carefully, facing away so I wouldn't have to see him. "She didn't linger."Albert stepped closer, his tallness towering over me. "And?"I swallowed. "And… she asked for coffee. I made it. Then she left."I wasn't going to reveal to him what really happened.That she had slapped me.That she had humiliated me.That she had pushed me with her foot like trash on the ground.Because what

Brielle's POVMy heart was beating fast in my chest, I stayed hidden in the hallway, listening to what Albert and Nicholas were discussing. My breathing was shallow, my trembling hands at my sides.Nicholas's voice was commanding, full of arrogance. "You have to make me the manager of your company."Albert snorted. "That's impossible." He used an irritated tone. "The board voted in the current manager. It wasn't my personal decision."Nicholas laughed, completely unfazed. "Oh, Albert. We both know that with a little pressure, you can make it so."Albert hesitated for a moment, probably struggling to hold back his rage. "I won't risk the company just to clean up after you," he said.Nicholas breathed in dramatically, theatrically. "Mess? No, Albert, this isn't my mess. This is your mess."There was the rustle of papers, then Nicholas's voice, spoken in a lowered, threatening tone. "Would you rather I release this little video? Or would you prefer to give me that post?I covered my mout