Semua Bab Scandal With The Secretary: Bab 1 - Bab 10

_Lynette’s Point Of View_ “Lynn, you can’t let this get to you. I know it’s so much harder than it sounds, but you have to try,” Jessy’s concerned voice said. I was currently sitting on the floor of my room with my back to the door, and Jess was on the other side, trying to get me to open up. I knew I said I wasn’t going to cry, but as soon as Jess wrapped her arms around me when she first got here, the dam broke. I didn’t want her to see me crying so much, so I ran into my room and locked the door behind me. “Eight years, and what do I have to show for it?” I sobbed. “A used condom on his backseat and him trying to gaslight the hell out of me. I wasted my time on him, Jess.” The pain of what I just lost was so raw, it hurt physically. “Don’t say that, babes. You didn’t waste anything. You learned a lot about yourself and life too. It may seem insignificant at the moment, but trust me, it’s not. And this, this is his loss, not yours. Open the door and let me in, Lynn, I’m worr

_Lynette’s Point Of View_This wasn’t how I imagined my morning would go, but then again, I couldn’t really expect that much from a one-night stand with a total stranger.After realizing that it was my co-worker, Savannah, who called me, I looked around the hotel room, to find that the hot grumpy man, Bladen, who took me to orgasm heaven and back last night, was nowhere to be seen. Hearing the sound of the shower running in the bathroom, I relaxed.My mind immediately went to last night’s events as my body thrashed and squirmed under Bladen’s weight, and truly, I screamed his name as I came so hard, that I technically died. Not once.Red crept up my cheeks till my face almost hurt, but it was too bad that I had to cut this morning short.Besides, what were we going to do if Bladen came out from the bathroom and found me idling on his bed?Have breakfast together? Kiss? Say “Bang later”?I’d never had a one-night stand, so I wouldn’t know, but I didn’t need to find out.Pushing myself

_Lynette’s Point Of View_If I didn't know better, I would have mistaken Bladen’s chilling tone for anger, but that was the least of my worries after hearing him say that he could have me fired for a narrative he had an almost equal hand in creating as I did. Suffering a job loss after the terrible state in which things ended between me and Victor would be something I’d struggle to recover from, so I would rather not lose my job right now.All I could do was think fast in a bid to make the scandal go away.I could attest to the fact that Bladen was an insanely attractive man, so he definitely had women flocking him like moths to a flame and scandals like this all the time. An idea flashed in my head, and I voiced it out.“I am certain that a man like you must have dealt with this before, so it shouldn’t be new. You must have the influence and resources to have the blogs say that this is all a mistake, right?” I said, hating how desperate I sounded. “It might take a while, but it will

_Lynette’s Pov_I stared blankly at the email, my hands trembling violently as I struggled to comprehend what I was seeing. The debt statement glared back at me, the bright light of my phone burning into my eyes. It felt too real, and that sent a cold shiver down my spine. I wished it were a nightmare—a terrible, twisted joke, which would have been far better. But it wasn’t. It was real. The numbers blurred before my eyes, yet no matter how much I willed them to disappear, they remained, anchoring me to the terrifying truth.I was in debt. Six hundred and fifty thousand dollars of debt. How?Slowly, my legs gave out, and I sank to the cold restroom floor, running my fingers through my hair in frustration.How did I get here? My mind was a chaotic storm of questions with no clear answers. I had never made reckless financial decisions, not even once. I wasn’t extravagant. So how could this have happened? Could it be a mistake? A cruel prank orchestrated by the bank?Deep down, I knew be

_Bladen’s POV_ Right as the evening set, I strode through the familiar halls of my grandfather’s estate. The polished floors gleamed under the dim lighting, reflecting the towering portraits of men who had built, expanded, and ruthlessly maintained the legacy I was now expected to uphold. One I had no problem doing. The maids bowed their heads as I passed, a silent acknowledgment of my position, and I internally wondered why such demonstrations were still in play, just as unease crawled under my skin. I knew this meeting wasn’t just a formality. My grandfather never summoned me unless there was something important—and since he fell ill, everything had become important. I reached the heavy wooden doors of his private study, one of the most exclusive rooms in the estate. It wasn’t just a place for reading or work; it was a domain only a select few family members ever entered. And it belonged solely to him. Pushing the door open, I stepped inside. The usual scent of aged paper and e