All Chapters of Beyond the betrayal : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ANNA'S POV Work continued as usual but things weren't as it used to be. Even Katt no longer visits my office as she wasn't okay with the attention of everyone on her. Knowing her introverted self, that was to be expected and I wasn't angry at her at all. I understood her very well. If I were the one, I would try to minimize my visit to the person too, as I wouldn't be used to all the attention around the person,n, but it felt lonely. Brenda and Dorian were the only ones who were free enough to talk to me in the office but that too wasn't very encouraging. Being alone was annoying, it was very annoying and it made me wonder if it was all worth it. My phone wouldn't stop ringing either. Daniel would call and send text messages. There was even a day he asked me to come to him as that was the only way he would let me be. He asked me to do what he wanted, and he would sort things out so nothing would affect both Dorian and me. I was glad and immediately asked him what he wanted, thinki

ANNA'S POV It was terrible before but for the past few hours, things seemed to have escalated. Even without wanting to listen, I could hear the voices of my colleagues, they were all talking about something which I knew was related to me. All sorts of names were being mentioned, insults flew in the air as if they had no care in the world about my feelings, and when I couldn't take it anymore, I walked toward Katt's office, where I saw her pacing around in her office. I walked in and her eyes flashed when she saw me, "Anna, Are you okay?" She asked as she walked over to me. Her lips were trembling. I nodded my head, even though I wasn't sure about my heart at the moment. I felt weak, and the urge to cry overwhelmed me, but I held it all in. "I'm okay, Katt," I lied. "But what's going on? I've been hearing insults for the past few hours. It seems everyone wants my head and they keep staring at their phones. I also heard someone saying she had more pictures. What pictures are there t

Dorian's POV I woke up the next morning pensive and annoyed, partly because I had a restless night punctuated with brief dreams and overthinking. I was motionless for a minute as I tried to remember the details of the dream but gave up when I couldn't recall it. I looked at my phone and groaned as I saw the time. I had overslept which was something that happened rarely as I was a stickler for routine. With a manic burst of energy, I got up and began preparing for work. I needed no one to tell me that my day was only going to get more weird. Once my schedule was broken, it was only natural that the rest of the day became shitty. I knew that much from experience. My pensive mood continued as I drove to the office and I only heard my name after I had been called at least thrice. I snapped at Brenda when she got in my business then asked her to call a mandatory meeting for all employees. She didn't hurry to do it but hesitated a bit and I knew she was curious as to why I was call

Anna's POV The shift in my colleagues' behaviour was subtle at first—a hesitant pause in conversations as I entered a room, awkward smiles where there used to be casual fun. By lunchtime, it was impossible to ignore. The whispers followed me, just out of earshot, and the knowing glances stung more than outright confrontation would have. It was Brenda who confirmed my suspicions with a strained attempt at small talk. “You know how offices are,” she said, her tone too casual. “People love a bit of gossip.” I managed a smile and nodded, but my appetite vanished. This was what I wanted to avoid. The hostility came from unexpected corners: a terse email from a colleague who usually flooded my inbox with jokes; a project lead suddenly too busy to review my contributions. Others were painfully polite, treating me like a fragile ornament they were afraid to break. Those ones I hated the most. Despite all this, I kept my focus on my work, determined not to let the unease get to me. But t

Anna's POV Later that evening, after most of the office had emptied, I found myself in Dorian’s office. He sat behind his desk, his brow furrowed as he read the note Brenda insisted I bring to him. When he finally looked up, his expression was a mix of anger and concern. “This is serious, Anna,” he said, his voice firm. “We can’t ignore this.” I shifted uncomfortably in my chair. “It’s probably just someone trying to scare me off. I don’t want to overreact.” “You’re not overreacting,” he replied, standing and moving to sit beside me. “This isn’t just petty office drama anymore. It’s harassment.” I looked down, feeling a mix of gratitude and unease. “What do we do?” “I’ll take care of it,” he said, his tone leaving no room for doubt. “First, I’ll speak with HR and make sure they investigate. And I’m arranging for increased security. We’ll install cameras near your desk and around the office.” “Isn’t that a bit much?” I asked, though part of me felt relieved. “No,” Dorian said