The Day His Secretary Broke His Heir - Chapter 3: Chapter 3
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The office air turned icy.
Crack!
Victoria's palm connected with my cheek again. The sting radiated across my face.
"If you're Mrs. Blackwood," she sneered, "then who exactly am I?"
Her designer heels clicked as she circled me. "I've served Mr. Blackwood for seven years. Known him for twelve. Never once heard about any wife."
Her manicured finger jabbed my chest. "You're nothing but a lying gold-digger."
Metallic blood filled my mouth. "We grew up together," I rasped. "Check our marriage certificate."
At Ethan's name, some secretaries exchanged nervous glances. Sophia stepped forward, but Victoria shot her a silencing glare.
"Relax," Victoria purred, examining her perfect nails. "Nobody knows Ethan better than me."
Her gaze swept over my thrift-store dress, my scuffed shoes, the discount-store lunchbox. A cruel laugh escaped her crimson lips.
"Look at this pathetic creature. Not a single luxury item. You really expect anyone to believe you're Mrs. Blackwood?"
Then I felt it - warm wetness between my thighs.
"Sh-she's bleeding!" Emily gasped, recoiling.
My hands flew to my stomach. Dark red stains bloomed across my dress.
Victoria rolled her eyes. "Dramatic much? It's just blood." She leaned in, her whisper venomous. "Bastard children don't deserve to live anyway."
The other women froze, their silence deafening.
"Please," I begged, fingers clutching my abdomen. "Call 911. My baby—"
Nobody moved. Just cold stares and hidden smirks.
Victoria watched me bleed for fifteen excruciating minutes before picking up her phone.
Hope flared - until I heard Ethan's bored voice through the speaker.
"What now?" His tone could freeze hell.
Victoria transformed instantly, voice dripping honey. "Mr. Blackwood, another... woman brought you lunch today."
"Handle it," he snapped. The line went dead.
Victoria's smirk returned. "You heard the man." Her stiletto pressed into my cheekbone. "Too bad all that blood ruins my photo op. But your face..."
A silver blade flashed in her hand.
Just as cold metal touched my skin, her phone rang.
Ethan's voice crackled through. "Drop everything. I need the Montclair files ready in ten."
"Yes, Mr. Blackwood." Her posture straightened instantly.
He hung up after adding, "I'm arriving shortly."
Crack!
Victoria's palm connected with my cheek again. The sting radiated across my face.
"If you're Mrs. Blackwood," she sneered, "then who exactly am I?"
Her designer heels clicked as she circled me. "I've served Mr. Blackwood for seven years. Known him for twelve. Never once heard about any wife."
Her manicured finger jabbed my chest. "You're nothing but a lying gold-digger."
Metallic blood filled my mouth. "We grew up together," I rasped. "Check our marriage certificate."
At Ethan's name, some secretaries exchanged nervous glances. Sophia stepped forward, but Victoria shot her a silencing glare.
"Relax," Victoria purred, examining her perfect nails. "Nobody knows Ethan better than me."
Her gaze swept over my thrift-store dress, my scuffed shoes, the discount-store lunchbox. A cruel laugh escaped her crimson lips.
"Look at this pathetic creature. Not a single luxury item. You really expect anyone to believe you're Mrs. Blackwood?"
Then I felt it - warm wetness between my thighs.
"Sh-she's bleeding!" Emily gasped, recoiling.
My hands flew to my stomach. Dark red stains bloomed across my dress.
Victoria rolled her eyes. "Dramatic much? It's just blood." She leaned in, her whisper venomous. "Bastard children don't deserve to live anyway."
The other women froze, their silence deafening.
"Please," I begged, fingers clutching my abdomen. "Call 911. My baby—"
Nobody moved. Just cold stares and hidden smirks.
Victoria watched me bleed for fifteen excruciating minutes before picking up her phone.
Hope flared - until I heard Ethan's bored voice through the speaker.
"What now?" His tone could freeze hell.
Victoria transformed instantly, voice dripping honey. "Mr. Blackwood, another... woman brought you lunch today."
"Handle it," he snapped. The line went dead.
Victoria's smirk returned. "You heard the man." Her stiletto pressed into my cheekbone. "Too bad all that blood ruins my photo op. But your face..."
A silver blade flashed in her hand.
Just as cold metal touched my skin, her phone rang.
Ethan's voice crackled through. "Drop everything. I need the Montclair files ready in ten."
"Yes, Mr. Blackwood." Her posture straightened instantly.
He hung up after adding, "I'm arriving shortly."
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