Lahat ng Kabanata ng Once Dumped Like Trash, Now a Vengeful Heiress: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Calla was still at first.Then, slowly, she looked up and locked eyes on the one face she prayed she wouldn't see this early in the morning. He stood in front of her in his perfectly tailored suit, looking like he had just walked straight out of a smugness catalog along with that infuriating smirk that always made her want to throw something at him."Oh, for fûck's sake..." Calla snapped, glaring down at the dark stain spreading across her white shirt. "You've got to be kidding me,""Accident," Norman said lightly, holding up his hands. "Relax" "Really? Because last time I checked, you don't accidentally walk into someone carrying a full cup of coffee.""Well," Norman said, tilting his head slightly, "I wasn't the one not watching where I was fûcking going."Calla narrowed her eyes. "Excuse me?" "I mean, you were the one who bumped into me and spilled coffee all over your beautiful shirt. So, technically, not my fault.""Technically?" She repeated with a scoff. "Un-fûcking-believabl

"Fine. It happened in the elevator yesterday."Calla told her everything that went down before the kiss and by the time she was done, Rina was staring at her like she had just confessed to murder. Her mouth hung open, eyes wide enough to pop out, and she sat completely still like she was frozen to the spot.Finally, she gasped and clutched her chest, dramatically. "Oh my God, I can't breathe. I think I'm getting chest pains. Call the doctor... call the fûcking doctor, please!""Jesus Christ, Rina!"People at the next table turned again, but Rina didn't care. She leaned closer, whisper-yelling, "Girl, you just unlocked the fantasy of every woman in this world. The man who probably thinks emotions are a tax deduction fûcking kissed you?""I just happened...""Girl, things like that don't just happen! You don't just accidentally end up lip-locked with your billionaire boss in an elevator! That's not tripping over a wire, that's... OMG, if it were me, I'd still be in a coma right now. Lik

"Th...the elevator. It wouldn't open. I've been pressing it for minutes."The cleaner turned to look at the elevator, still looking guilty for frightening her. "Oh, really? Let me see."He stepped closer and pressed the same silver button once. Just once and the doors slid open immediately. On seeing that, Calla's mouth parted in shock and her fingers tightened around her phone. For the past few minutes, she had been pressing the button over and over, almost breaking it, and nothing had happened. But now, with just one simple press, it opened like nothing was ever wrong.Calla stood there, speechless. The cleaner smiled awkwardly and glanced back at her. "Guess it's fine now, Ma'am. Power probably just came back fully. You have a good night, okay?""Okay," Calla replied, forcing a weak smile. "Goodnight. And... And thank you,"He gave a polite nod and turned back to his cleaning cart while Calla stepped into the elevator. She pressed the button for the ground floor and leaned back a

Julian gave a single nod, and the meeting went on. But Calla barely heard another word. Her body was still tense and her mind was stuck, replaying the few seconds that had felt like forever.As soon as the meeting ended, she didn't wait for anyone. She grabbed her files and tablet and rushed out of the boardroom, ignoring the curious looks from the executives.Her heels clicked fast against the marble floor as she made her way to the elevator. Once inside, she pressed the top floor button and stood still, breathing hard as the doors closed. The moment they opened again, she hurried straight into her office.She didn't bother to close the door as she tossed the file and tablet onto her desk and began unbuttoning her blouse. The air conditioner was on full blast, but still, she felt hot like her skin was burning from the inside.What had Julian done to her?She had never felt something so sharp, so sudden, and so impossible to control. And now, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't

Calla pushed through one of the bathroom doors, barely keeping her balance. As she gripped the edge of the sink and stared at her reflection in the mirror, the first tear slid down her cheek. Then another, and another, until she stopped trying to wipe them away. The pain was unbearable. The pain of seeing her son for the first time, of hearing his voice after seven long years, of realizing she was nothing more than a stranger in his world.He didn't know her. He didn't know that the woman Fiona called a nobody had carried him, bled for him, and nearly died bringing him into this world. To him, she was just another face in the crowd while someone else wore the title that should have been hers.The tears kept coming, hot and fast, until the sadness in her chest slowly began to twist into something else—something darker. Rage. Hot, burning rage.For seven years, Norman had kept her child from her. He had stolen what was hers and handed it to Fiona, a woman who had no idea what she had g