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Chapter 21

"I'll stay," I sighed, feeling utterly defeated. A small smile crept onto William's face as he nodded. "That would be a good idea," he said, as if it had been my choice all along. I suppose, in a way, it was. I couldn’t afford to work for free, and I definitely couldn’t pass up an offer of six thousand dollars a week. I forced a smile, nodding. "Thank you so much for the offer, sir," I said, hoping he could sense my gratitude. "That's fine, dear," William replied warmly. I took that as my cue to leave. "I should get to work," I muttered, pushing myself up, rising from my chair. But before I could take a step, William shook his head. "No! Please, why the hurry? Sit, let's have a little chat." I hesitated, my brows furrowing. "About what, sir?" I asked, tilting my head slightly, feeling a growing discomfort. "You," he said simply. His gaze lingered on me, scrutinizing. "You know… you look awfully familiar. Like someone I used to know." I stiffened, offering an awkward sm
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Chapter 22

"I’m sorry, sir, but I’m sticking to my resignation," I sighed, exasperated. Frustrated.William’s face fell, disappointment flickering in his eyes as he nodded. He parted his lips, about to say something, when the sharp sound of glass shattering cut through the air. Our heads snapped toward Richard. The framed picture William had placed on the table now lay in shards on the floor. Richard stood over it, his chest rising and falling, his glare locked onto the broken image. He looked like a man barely holding himself together. "You’re a shameless man, you know that?" Richard’s voice came slow, calm—dangerous. His eyes never left the ruined picture. "After everything that happened, you still keep her picture here like a trophy? Like something you’re proud of?" I blinked, confused, my gaze darting to William. His head hung low, his whole posture crumbling in on itself, shame written across his face. "You know she was important to both of us," William murmured, his voice hoarse.
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Chapter 23

"What are you talking about?" My voice shot up, higher than I intended. My head spun slightly as I clung to the hope that Sabrina was making up stories. She blinked, confused. "Why are you pretending it’s a secret? The whole office already knows," she said, her tone casual, like she wasn’t dropping a bombshell right in front of me. I stared at her, frustration clawing at my insides. 'Knows what?' "Know what?" The words left my lips in a hush, my throat tight, my heart twisting in my chest. But I didn’t wait for her to answer before asking the real question. "Did the CEO really tell you that he and I are dating?" Sabrina hesitated, her gaze locking onto mine. She studied my face as if she was suddenly unsure, and so she remained silent. I stared back, feeling something inside me crack. Was William insane? Did this family suffer from some kind of generational delusion? Before I could spiral further, my phone buzzed in my hand. I glanced down. Richard. Without another word
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Chapter 24

I stared at Richard, waiting for a response, but instead of the drunken confession I had expected, he straightened up, his expression smoothing as if he had never been intoxicated in the first place. His eyes cleared, and just like that, he sobered up. "Are you really done?" His voice was still hoarse, but steadier now. "Yes!" I sighed, frustrated that my question had somehow snapped him back to clarity. Richard ran a hand through his hair. "You know I’ll have to inspect everything first, make sure you did it properly." Without waiting for my response, he turned and walked straight to the kitchen. The same man who had been staggering just minutes ago now moved with perfect balance. I narrowed my eyes, following him as he half-heartedly inspected my work. He didn’t even notice that I had simply put everything back together. "Well, everything looks good," he finally said, exhaling deeply like the whole situation exhausted him. Then, without missing a beat, he added, "Let’s go.
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Chapter 25

The kiss was soft at first—almost hesitant, like he was giving me a chance to pull away. And I wanted to. I should have. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. His lips were warm, intoxicating, moving against mine so perfectly, stealing the breath right from my lungs. My heart pounded so loudly I was sure he could feel it against his chest. His fingers tightened around my waist, pulling me closer, deepening the kiss. My hands, which had been pressed against his chest to push him away, curled instead, gripping his shirt. A shiver ran through me as his warmth surrounded me, his scent, his touch, his lips—I felt intoxicated, like I was in a trance I didn’t want to come out of. I had never been kissed before. Never known what it was supposed to feel like. But this? This was more than I had ever imagined. I felt weightless, breathless, completely consumed by his now deep, hungry kiss. He kissed me like he was hungry, intoxicated, like he wanted to devour me, possess me—and I liked it. I didn’
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Chapter 26

She couldn’t possibly be talking about Richard… could she? I blinked, my confusion growing. Was she mistaking him for someone else? "I think you're mistaken," I said, shaking my head. "The Richard I’m talking about is rich, yeah, but not that rich." Vivian stopped mid-blabber, her eyes narrowing. "I don’t understand," she admitted. "Me neither," I muttered. "I’m talking about Mr. Anthony—the man who hired me, the man who paid for your sister’s bills," she clarified, and I nodded. "Right. And I’m talking about Richard. His father’s name is William," I emphasized. Why was I even explaining this? Did she have so many clients that she didn’t even know who had hired her? Vivian didn’t respond right away. Instead, she raised a finger, wordlessly telling me to wait as she dug into her coat pocket and pulled out her phone. She typed something quickly before turning the screen toward me. "This man," she said, showing me a picture of Richard. "Mr. Anthony, yeah?" I stared at t
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Chapter 27

My fingers clenched around my phone as I reread the words on the screen. Missing. Suicide or murder? I snapped my head up, my eyes locking onto Vivian. “Richard was married?” My voice came out sharper than I intended, but I didn’t care. Vivian shifted in her seat, her expression uneasy. “Yes,” she muttered. “What happened?” I pressed, my throat suddenly dry. “To his wife, I mean.” She shrugged. “I don’t know,” she answered, a little too quickly. “Just… try not to listen to the rumors. It’s just a bunch of bitter people making up stories.” Her voice dipped, almost as if she was angry at the mere mention of them. “What rumors?” I frowned, catching the way her body stiffened. “If you go online, you’ll see. It’s everywhere,” she muttered. But I hadn’t seen anything. There were no outrageous conspiracy theories, no wild accusations. Just articles asking the same question: What happened to Laura Smith? Apparently, she had disappeared—vanished without a trace. I glanced bac
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Chapter 28

"I know exactly what will make you feel better!" Jessica’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she grabbed the restaurant menu from the table beside her. "They have all sorts of things to eat!" Her face lit up as she skimmed the options. "Ice cream, pizza, cake!" she squealed in delight. "The doctor said I could start eating today," she continued eagerly, "and I want to try everything!" I nodded, glancing briefly at Vivian, who was smiling but also watching Jessica with mild apprehension. "Can she really eat all this?" I wondered aloud. The last time I checked, she had only been allowed warm fluids. "I think so," Vivian admitted, her voice thoughtful. "Her nutritionist did say she could start solids today, but I don’t think it’s supposed to be all at once—just baby steps." I noticed the flicker of hesitation in her eyes, as if she didn’t want to dampen Jessica’s enthusiasm. "But Dr. Jake said I could eat anything I wanted!" Jessica protested, crossing her arms. Vivian let o
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Chapter 29

"What is going on here?" Richard's voice was sharp, his piercing gaze locked onto me. My heart sank. "I…" I stammered, stealing a nervous glance at Jake. "Mr. Anthony!" Vivian suddenly jumped to her feet. "Good morning, sir," she and Jake echoed in unison. Richard’s eyes flickered over them briefly before settling back on me. "I thought this was a hospital, not some dating center," he said coldly, his gaze unwavering. Then, without breaking his stare, he turned to Jake. "And you," he continued, his voice laced with quiet authority. "Aren't you a doctor? On the clock? Don’t you have better things to do than flirt with a patient’s family?" Jake paled. "O-Oh, no, sir, it's not like that—" "I don’t want to hear it," Richard cut him off sharply. "Get back to work." Jake hesitated, his eyes flickering toward me, but he didn’t dare protest. With a small nod, he quickly left the room. As soon as he was gone, Vivian stepped forward, her eyes practically glowing with admirat
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Chapter 30

A Month Later. It had taken weeks, but I was finally starting to get used to Richard’s routine. He still assigned me ridiculous tasks, but I’d come to realize that half of them were utterly pointless. It was almost as if he was inventing new ways to humiliate me—ways to ensure I stayed around, lingering just within his reach. Like now: "I like it slightly burnt," Richard instructed, perched on a stool by the kitchen counter, his laptop open on the marble surface. His gaze barely flickered from the screen as he dictated his latest demand. "Twenty perfectly round pancakes," he said, as if that was a completely reasonable request. It should have been reasonable—except he wanted them made in a square pan. A brand-new square pan that I was certain he had bought just to torture me. I huffed but got back to work, biting my tongue as I carefully poured the batter, trying my best to mold them into something resembling perfect circles. It was almost impossible—but Richard didn’t car
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