The Day His Secretary Broke His Heir - Chapter 6: Chapter 6

My body was broken, sprawled across the cold floor like discarded trash. There was no fight left in me—only the hollow acceptance of whatever came next.
The office had transformed into a den of predators, every pair of eyes gleaming with cruelty. Victoria had turned them all into her loyal executioners, and I was the sacrifice. My screams had long since faded into ragged breaths, my struggles reduced to feeble twitches. Victoria watched, her lips curled in vicious delight. But it wasn’t enough for her.
She addressed the crowd, voice dripping with malice. "I can't stand her eyes. Whoever ruins them gets double next quarter’s bonus."
A ripple of excitement passed through the room. Olivia, who had hesitated earlier, stepped forward, trembling. "I'll do it."
She clutched a small blade, inching toward me—until Sophia intervened.
"Stabbing her is too quick," she said, turning to Victoria. "Let me handle this."
It was the same woman who had tried to help me before. As her back faced Victoria, her eyes met mine—filled with silent regret. Her lips moved soundlessly. "Stay alive."
Hands yanked me up by my hair, slamming my head against the sharp edge of a desk. Pain exploded, but my eyes were spared. Victoria scoffed. "Your aim is pathetic."
Then—the door burst open.
A man strode in, his voice cutting through the chaos like steel. "What the hell is happening here?"
I collapsed back onto the floor, my fingers twitching toward Ethan. I wanted to scream, to tell him our unborn child was gone, murdered by the woman standing over me. But Victoria stepped between us, her voice sickeningly sweet.
"Mr. Blackwood, this is the woman I warned you about."
Ethan’s jaw tightened. "Even if she needed to be removed, this is excessive."
Victoria’s laugh was poison. "You’re too kind, sir. She’s not some innocent victim—she’s deranged. When I refused her entry, she attacked me with a knife. If I hadn’t fought back, she would’ve slaughtered half the office."
Ethan’s expression darkened, his silence heavy with doubt.
Victoria gestured to the others. "Ask them. They all saw it. We had to defend ourselves—though, in the heat of the moment, injuries were unavoidable."
A slow nod from Ethan. He was buying it.
"Move."
He pushed past Victoria, kneeling beside me. But when his gaze landed on my torn clothes, he flinched, turning away.
"Why is she like this?"
"She did it to herself," Victoria lied smoothly. "We were too focused on disarming her to stop her from... harming herself."
Ethan’s voice was ice. "Get her to a hospital."
"Ethan—"
I forced the name out, my voice a broken whisper. Too soft.
He frowned. "What?"
There was something in his eyes—confusion, fear.
Victoria struck before I could speak again. "Still trying to manipulate him?" she snarled, her palm cracking against my face.
"Enough!" Ethan’s command was sharp, final. "I said hospital. Now."
Victoria dipped her head in false obedience, but her glare promised worse to come.
"And contact her family," Ethan added. "The company will cover damages."
"Ethan!"
This time, my voice carried.
He froze. Turned.
Step by step, he came closer—and with each one, I saw the dawning horror in his eyes.
His hand shook as he brushed the blood-matted hair from my face.
Then—recognition.
Ethan’s breath stopped.