《He Destroyed My Life Yet I Craved Him 》全部章節：第 11 章 - 第 20 章

REQUESTEDBrielleThomas had insisted on a video call rather than an in-person meeting.Probably because flying me back and forth across countries every time he wanted an update would bankrupt the department.He looked annoyed at the online meeting.That wasn’t unusual.The man spent most of his life looking annoyed that he had a permanent crease on his forehead.Still, the second I logged in, I knew this wasn’t going to be a pleasant meeting.He didn’t offer me a greeting and that was never a good sign.Instead, he held up a thin file, dropped it onto his desk and folded his arms.“Do you enjoy attracting attention?”I blinked. “Good morning to you too,” I said, with a wavering smile.His expression didn’t change.“That wasn’t an answer, Arwen.”I sighed.“No.”He opened the file.“Because according to reports I've been getting, you’ve managed to fall into an executive meeting, get reassigned, and become the subject of multiple complaints in less than two weeks, and there's a case of

RECOGNITIONBrielleThe De Ville estate was ridiculous.That was the first thought that entered my mind as the gates slowly opened.The second was that whoever designed the place had clearly never heard the phrase too much.Walls made of stone stretched across the land, and perfectly maintained gardens and fountains sat between rows of trimmed hedges.And somewhere in the distance, I wasn't sure if I saw horses.Carissa laughed softly as I stared through the car window.“You should’ve seen your face.”I looked away from the estate to her. “How big is this place?” I asked, genuinely interested.“Honestly? I stopped counting years ago.”The closer we got, the larger it seemed. It wasn’t a mansion, calling it a mansion felt insulting.This looked like something that belonged in history books.Old stone, tall windows, and other Victorian-era features. The kind of home built by people who never worried about money.Ever.The driver parked near the entrance. Before I could properly process

Behind Closed DoorsBrielleDinner was just as uncomfortable as I had expected it to be, maybe even worse in ways I couldn’t immediately name.The dining room itself was big. large enough to host a wedding reception but somehow, the table was small enough that everyone was close enough to pass the salt.Carissa spent most of the meal trying, and failing, to pull me into conversations I had absolutely no desire to be part of.I was sitting across from Marcello, and I tried my very best to ignore his face every time I raised my head.Not once did Carissa's parents ask why their daughter had invited a cleaner to sit at their table. They were too well-mannered for something so blunt.Instead, the disapproval was obvious in the pauses that followed whenever Carissa addressed me, in the way Lorna’s eyes narrowed just slightly every time I spoke.I wasn’t family. I wasn’t even a guest.I was here to assistCarissa is all.The only person who seemed genuinely pleased I was present was Carissa.

EXTRA HANDBrielleBy the time I reached Carissa’s office the next morning, I had already convinced myself that yesterday had been nothing but a terrible dream.Not because I had forgotten it.Far from it.The image of Arlo standing in that room had followed me through the entire night, slipping into every dream and every restless moment between sleep and wakefulness.Even now, as I knocked lightly against the open office door, part of me expected someone to stop me and inform me that my employment had been terminated.Instead, I was greeted by complete chaos.Papers covered nearly every available surface. Several folders sat open across a large conference table near the windows. A printer hummed steadily in the corner while two laptops glowed from opposite ends of Carissa’s desk. Three coffee cups occupied different positions around the room, each abandoned at a different stage of consumption.Carissa herself sat behind her desk, a pen tucked behind one ear, typing with one hand whil

SuspendedBrielleThe silence after his words didn’t feel empty.It felt deliberate.“You were the last person seen near the executive archives…”I kept my expression steady even though my thoughts didn’t move with the same control.Last person seen.That phrasing sat strangely in my chest, not quite accusation and not quite explanation, just something in between that didn’t settle properly.“I’m a cleaner,” I said carefully, my voice even enough that it didn’t betray how quickly my mind was trying to retrace the last few days.“My access is restricted to assigned floors. I don’t go into executive archives. I don’t even carry clearance for that level.”Marcello watched me without interrupting. Not in a hostile way exactly, but in a way that made it clear he was listening for something beyond my words.I forced myself to continue anyway.“If something is missing, then there has to be a mistake in the logs. I follow the same route every day. I don’t deviate from it.”A beat passed.Then