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Brielle’s smile faltered slightly. Even though she knew it wasn’t the truth, being so
misunderstood left a subtle unease in her heart. The bite mark was her own doing, and it was deep.
The girls were still chattering about Max and Alivia, but Brielle had already stood up and left.
Back in her office, she sat in her chair, zoning out, when her phone buzzed with a text from Spencer. [You spent another night at the Premier Palace. Can’t stay away from men for even a second, can you?]
Creep!
Brielle promptly blocked the number, certain now that Spencer, that lunatic, had been stalking her recently. Her brows furrowed in concern. A hospital visit was out of the question; she’d have to take extra care of herself for the time being. As long as she didn’t show, no one would discover her pregnancy.
“Knock, knock.”
Someone tapped politely at her office door. It was a colleague coming to collect documents, the same girl who enjoyed sharing the latest gossip with her.
“Ms. Haywood, have you signed off on these files? I’ll take them down to the business department.”
The girl’s gaze drifted to the thermos at the edge of the desk, admiration flickering across her face. “How do you still find time to cook up a stew at home?”
The stew was something Brielle had to avoid, so she pushed it away. “If you fancy it, go ahead. I haven’t touched it, and the flask is brand new.”
A spark of surprise lit up the girl’s eyes, almost in disbelief. “Can I really have it?”
Brielle nodded with a half-smile. “Yeah.”
“Thank you, Ms. Haywood. I’ll work extra hard tonight! I’ll treat it as a midnight snack to nourish myself!”
Brielle found it amusing but said nothing more.
Once the girl left, Brielle continued with her work, not stopping until eight in the evening. She then took the private elevator down. Just as she reached the ground floor, every light in the Dorsey Tower went out.
She froze, witnessing a power outage at the company for the first time. Quickly, she sent out a message to the group chat.
[There’s a power issue in the district; all the buildings around have lost electricity. Those still working, stay safe. The company will switch on the emergency power, and we should be back
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up in fifteen minutes max.]
She reassured her staff, fulfilling her duty, before getting into her car and driving away. But unbeknownst to her, the girl who had taken her thermos earlier had just finished the stew and had even come by her office to drop off some documents for the morning.
Now in darkness, the girl reached for her phone for light but felt an abnormal heat coursing through her body. The heat was so intense it made her legs buckle.
Her eyes glazed over with weakness as she slumped at the desk, gasping for air.
The office door seemed to open, followed by a man’s hands. The dim light made it impossible to see who it was. Only a wave of panic set in.
No. Please, get away from me!
But she couldn’t utter a word, completely sapped of strength.
“Do you like this, Brielle?” Spencer’s voice was taunting as he gripped her waist, forgoing all pretense and taking what he wanted.
At that moment, he felt a twisted sense of pride. He hadn’t expected Brielle to ever be under him, and all his resentment vanished, replaced by a sinister smile as he whispered temptations. “This drug won’t give you a chance to resist. Didn’t you say you liked it? How about it, am I not better than the others?”
In the shadows, he clutched her chin, kissing her without space for breath. Taking advantage of the blackout to force this upon her was a thrill like no other. He even wanted to take a photo of her in this state, to send to Max later, to show him just how Brielle looked beneath another
man.
She was nothing but a tramp who couldn’t stay away from men.
Spencer felt both satisfied and furious, wondering why so many men had her and why she had to be with Max.
“Stay with me from now on. I won’t hold your past against you, okay?”
As he finished speaking, the lights flickered back on. The smile on Spencer’s face froze as he looked down at the stranger beneath him, crying silently with clenched teeth.
He frowned, surveying the office. There was no sign of Brielle.
He’d spiked the thermos at lunch while Brielle was out, intending only a petty revenge. Coming down that evening, he heard the faint breathing from the office and rushed in, driven by the urge to claim her.
But it wasn’t Brielle at all.
His face darkened as he hastily zipped up and threw money at the problem. “Five million. Keep quiet about this. Don’t tell a soul, got it?”
The girl nodded, trembling with shock.
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Spencer felt cursed, grabbing his hastily discarded tle and storming out of the office.
The girl clenched her teeth, seething with anger and resentment.
