My CEO's Blackmail Tape - Chapter 37: Chapter 37

A familiar silhouette darted past the open office doorway—Victoria?
I was just outside our office near the manager's suite, about to lock up for the night, when she doubled back and positioned herself beside me.
We'd crossed paths before, though she wouldn't remember me.
Up close, she was stunning—not in Isabella's overtly sensual way, but with a quiet, timeless grace. Her voice was soft, deliberate.
"Pardon me, when did Nathan leave?"
"He hasn't been here since this afternoon."
Her face clouded over, eyebrows knitting together. "Has he been... seeing anyone special recently?"
The bluntness made me blink. She clearly didn't know about his impending wedding.
"We're not exactly close," I deflected with an awkward smile. "The boss's love life isn't really my business."
"I see." Her sudden bright smile caught me off guard. "You're leaving too? Let's ride down together."
Trapped by politeness, I nodded.
The elevator became her confessional booth. She made call after call—to Nathan, obviously—each met with silence. Defeated, she slumped against the wall, lost in thought.
Then the bombshell: "I've had three abortions because of Nathan." Her voice turned to shattered glass. "Doctors say I'll probably never have children now." A bitter laugh. "He promised to marry me to make it right. I knew his reputation, but after we met... I thought he'd changed. Now?" Her eyes turned lethal. "If I find out there's someone else... I'll kill him."
The venom in her voice raised goosebumps on my arms. That wasn't an empty threat—it was a promise.
The doors opened. I stepped out first with Victoria trailing behind.
Suddenly, she grabbed my arm so hard I nearly yelped.
"Your name."
"Evelyn Laurent."
"Miss Laurent," she hissed, fingers digging in, "if you ever see Nathan with another woman, you tell me." Her manicured nails might as well have been claws. "Name your price—I won't haggle."
Was she seriously trying to bribe me? I gaped like a fish.
Before I could respond, she snatched my phone and added her contact. That's how I learned her full name: Victoria Royston.
Later, approaching my apartment, Nathan's call made my phone vibrate like an angry hornet. Not again.
I considered ignoring it, but his persistence wore me down.
"Already screening my calls?" That cocky tone made my teeth grind.
"What do you want, Mr. Roscente?"
"Lay low until after the wedding. Isabella's got me under surveillance." His gross chuckle made my skin crawl. "Don't miss me too much. If you get... antsy, use toys—no substitutes."
I nearly choked. This serial cheater expected me to stay celibate? The sheer audacity of his "arrangement" was almost impressive.