THE SECRETARY'S REVENGE

I thought I was the only woman he loved. I was wrong. I worked for him every day. I knew all his secrets. Or so I thought. Mr. Nicholas was rich. Very, very rich. He had everything - big cars, fancy houses, and me. His special helper who stayed by his side. He would hold my hand when no one was looking. He would whisper sweet things in my ear. He told me I was different. Special. The only one who really knew him. But then I found out the truth. There were two other women. Just like me. They thought they were special too. We all believed his pretty lies. When we met, we were angry. So angry our hearts hurt. We made a plan. We would make him pay for breaking our hearts. We would destroy everything he loved. But here's the thing about love - it doesn't just go away when you want it to. My friends want to hurt him. They had believed in me to help them. But when I look at him, I am not pleased with the plan. When he smiles, I forget all our plans for him. Now I have to pick a side. Help my new friends get back at the man who lied to us? Or should I save the man I still love, even though he has broken my heart? Someone has to get hurt. Maybe everyone.But who will I choose when the moment comes?

Chapters

Chapter 4

Sophia's Point of View

"She is unaware of what is truly happening."

The words sear in my thoughts like poison. Nicholas believes I'm foolish. He believes I'm merely his assistive little secretary who schedules hotel reservations and doesn't inquire.

Perhaps it's time to demonstrate to him just how mistaken he is.

I gaze at my computer display, yet I fail to notice the emails or the calendar. All I perceive is red

Red anger. Red hurt. Red rage that fills every part of my body.

He used me. Not just as his secret girlfriend on the side. He used me to plan his real romance with Alexandra. He made me buy roses for the woman he actually loves.

And he laughed about it. "Sophia took care of everything just like I knew she would."

Like a good little dog who does tricks on command.

My hands ball into fists.I feel like walking into his office and hurling his coffee cup against the wall. And I feel like shouting out in the building for everyone to understand the type of person Nicholas Blackwood truly is.

However,I couldn't do this by this time. Initially, I must understand the reality. Everything.

I glance over at Alexandra in the office. She's typing on her computer, appearing serene and attractive. Her golden hair sparkling under the fluorescent lights. The red dress she wore for lunch matched her flawlessly. She appears to be a woman who recently enjoyed a lovely romantic dinner with the man she cherished.

Because that's exactly who she is.

Does she know about me? Does she know that Nicholas kisses me too? Or does she even think she's the only one he kisses, just like I thought I was the only one too?

I need to find out about this .

At three thirty, Alexandra stands up and walks toward the bathroom. This is my chance.

I wait two minutes, then follow her.

The restroom is vacant aside from Alexandra. She is positioned in front of the mirror applying lipstick

The same lips that kissed Nicholas at lunch. The same lips that probably whispered sweet things to him while I sat here working.

I lock the door behind me.

Alexandra looks at me in the mirror. "Oh, hi Sophia. Busy afternoon?"

Her voice is friendly and normal. Like we're colleagues sharing the restroom at the same time. Like she didn't know that my entire life was falling.

My voice sounds strange. Too calm. Too quiet.

"I know the feeling." Alexandra caps her lipstick and turns to face me. "Nicholas has been assigning everyone a lot of additional tasks recently."

Nick. She pronounces his name as if it holds no significance. I observed how excited she was when she expressed it. I notice the smile that reflects like fear at the edges of her lips.

"On the subject of Nicholas," I speak deliberately. "I have a question for you."

"Sure. What is it?"

I inhale deeply. After I pose this question, there's no turning back. As soon as I learn the truth, everything will transform.

"Since when have you been intimate with him?"

Alexandra stops moving. Her complexion turns ashen beneath her immaculate makeup. The amiable facade fades, revealing something different beneath. Terror. Remorse. Fear.

"What are you saying?" she murmurs.

"I viewed the text messages," I respond

"I know about lunch today. I know about tonight at the hotel."

Alexandra's lips part and shut like a fish struggling for oxygen. She clutches the rim of the sink to balance herself.

"Sophia, I can clarify"

"How much time?" I say again. My voice is becoming louder. More furious.

Alexandra surveys the bathroom as if she's searching for a way out. However, there is no place to go. Only her and I, with the truth looming between us like a bomb ready to detonate

"Six months," she finally admits.

Six months. The same time Nicholas started our secret relationship. We began at precisely the same moment.

"You believe you're unique, don't you?" I speak. "You believe he has feelings for you."

"He really loves me!" Alexandra's tone becomes protective. "You don't grasp what we share."

"What do you have as a group?" I chuckle, yet it resembles weeping more. "Would you like to find out what you possess collectively?" There is a man who tells identical lies to a pair of women. Perhaps even more.

"That isn't correct." However, Alexandra no longer appears to be confident.

"He's calling you baby," I say. "He brings you to upscale dining places." "He kisses you as if you are the sole woman in existence."

Alexandra nods slowly. "Yes. He does all of those things."

"Well, guess what? He does all of those things with me too."

The words struck Alexandra like a blow. She stumbles backward until her back collides with the bathroom wall.

"Not at all," she whispers. "That cannot happen."

"It's highly likely." I have been in a relationship with Nicholas for half a year. The identical six months you possess. Every night you believe he's at home longing for you, he's with me. "Whenever he says he loves you, he's expressing the same to me."

Alexandra descends the wall until she finds herself seated on the floor. Her costly gown gathers around her like spilled red wine.

"However, he stated..." She halts and glares at me with large eyes. "He mentioned that I stood out."

Special. He said the other women in the office were just employees."

"Other women?" My heart stops. "What other women?"

Alexandra realizes what she just said. Her hands fly to her mouth.

"Alexandra." My voice is deadly quiet. "What other women?"

She moves her head side to side. "I never intended to express that." "I spoke incorrectly."

"Actually, you did not." I lower myself to my knees in front of her. "Who is Nicholas having an affair with?"

Alexandra begins to weep. Genuine tears that spoil her flawless makeup. "I believed I was the only one," she cries. "He assured me I was his sole interest."

"Who else?" I grab her shoulders. "Tell me!"

"Maya," she whispers.

The world tilts sideways. Maya. Smart, professional Maya who handles business development. Maya inquired about my well-being this morning when she saw me at Alexandra's desk.

"Are you certain?"

"I spotted them together last month." In his office during the late hours. They were... She gulps forcefully. "They were exchanging kisses."

Three females. Nicholas is seeing three women simultaneously

Three women who all think they're special. Three women who all believe his lies.

I settle on the chilly bathroom floor beside Alexandra. We both gaze at the wall quietly.

"How were we unaware?" Alexandra inquires at last.

"Since he excels at this," I say. "Since he understands how to make each of us feel as if we're the sole one that counts."

"However, we are not."

"No. We're not."

We sat there for a few more minutes. Two women who thought they were rivals discover they're actually victims of the same man.

"What should we do next?" Alexandra inquires.

Before I respond, someone attempts to open the bathroom door. The handle rotates, yet the door remains shut since I've secured it.

"Hi? "Is anyone inside?" It is the voice of Maya.

Alexandra and I gaze at one another

Maya. The third woman. The one we didn't even suspect.

"We should let her in," Alexandra whispers.

"Are you certain?"

"If she is experiencing what we are experiencing, she has the right to know the truth as well."

I rise and move towards the entrance. My hand suspends above the lock briefly. As soon as I open this door, Maya will get involved in this chaos. A piece of our collective sorrow.

However, Alexandra is correct. Maya has a right to understand what type of man she has been seeing.

I unbolt the door and swing it open.

Maya is positioned in the corridor appearing impatient. Ultimately. I truly have to" She halts upon noticing our expressions. "What's the matter?"

You both look terrible."

"Come in," I say. "And close the door behind you."

Maya steps into the bathroom. I secure the door once more.

"What is happening?" Maya inquires. She glances between me and Alexandra. "Why are you two in tears?"

"Maya," I say softly. "We have something to ask you." "We need you to be entirely truthful."

"Alright." Maya folds her arms. "What is that?"

"Do you have a relationship with Nicholas?"

Maya's face goes white. Then red. Then white again.

"How did you know?"

Continue to next part

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Action Billionaire Modern

7.1

Hot For My New Stepbrother

7.1

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Action Adventure Modern

8.3

Mafia’s Angel of Vengeance

8.3

Chicago crime lord Kazimierz Kowalski finishes dumping a traitor in Lake Michigan when a wedding-dressed woman, Anna Nowak, floats up—beaten, caged, left to drown on her wedding night. Kaz pulls her out, sees her killer’s fire, and offers a deal: stay dead, become his weapon; in return he funds revenge and protection. Anna accepts; surgeon Dr. Finch will add a discreet “maker’s mark” mole to brand her as Kaz’s asset. The heiress is reborn—nameless, owned, and ready to destroy whoever tried to erase her.

Action Mafia Romance

7.6

No Longer Your Spare Part: The Luna's Revenge

7.6

The drill's whine was the only thing in my world, vibrating through my skull and drowning out my own screams. I was strapped to a cold metal table, paralyzed by wolfsbane, while surgeons bored into my hip bone to siphon my essence. "Just a little more," the surgeon muttered. "Isabella needs the boost for the wedding photos." They weren't saving my sister's life. They were harvesting my marrow just to make her skin glow for a picture. I looked at the observation window, begging with my eyes. Dante, the Alpha I had dragged from the jaws of death, stood there. He wasn't looking at me. He was holding Isabella's hand. He didn't know I was the one who healed him. He believed her lies. "Take it all if you have to," Dante's voice drifted through our fading mate bond. "Don't let her fade." The drill punched through. My heart stuttered and stopped. I died on that table, a hollowed-out husk used to feed my sister's vanity. "Seraphina! Are you deaf?" A sharp voice snapped me back into existence. I gasped, clutching my hip. No blood. No drill. No pain. I looked at the calendar on my father's desk. I was alive. And I had exactly one year before the surgery that killed me. I looked at my trembling hands and felt the ancient anger of my White Wolf stirring. I wasn't going to be the sacrifice this time. I was going to be the arsonist.

Action Romance Werewolf

9.1

Oops, Wrong Uncle! I Married The Real Zillionaire Instead!

9.1

The best way to get back at a cheating bastard? Make him sick to his stomach for the rest of his life! Days before her wedding, Corinne caught her fiancé cheating with his coworker in what she thought was their future home. Furious, she tore everything apart, ended the engagement, and decided on a bold revenge plan. To make him regret it for life, she set her sights on marrying his powerful uncle. Confident in her scheme, she tried to win over the cold, untouchable man, only to realize too late that she had mistaken his identity. The man she married was far more dangerous than she imagined! Corinne decided to make a quick escape. "Let's get a divorce. We're clearly not right for each other... " He cornered her with a knowing smile, "Not right for each other? Funny, that's not what you said last night in bed. Want me to remind you how wrong you are?"

Action Modern Romance

8.1

Prince Loses His Protector

8.1

The evening meal tasted strange—bitter with an underlying sweetness that shouldn't belong in the standard military stew. I paused, wooden spoon halfway to my mouth, and examined the dark liquid. Seven years as Hudson's bodyguard had taught me to trust my instincts. "Is something wrong with your rations, Mallory?" General Blaire Harris asked, her voice dripping with false concern. She stood too close, her presence uncomfortable in the crowded mess tent. "No, General," I replied, setting down my bowl. "Just cautious." Blaire's smile didn't reach her eyes. "Such vigilance. No wonder Hudson values you so highly." I should have trusted that instinct. Within minutes, my vision blurred.

Action Fantasy Mystery

THE SECRETARY'S REVENGE

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