All Chapters of His Assistant His Ruin : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

A few days later, Doris had slowly started adjusting to life inside Delvis’ mansion.She still felt awkward sometimes whenever she woke up and remembered where she was. The house remained too large, too quiet, and too expensive for her to fully relax inside it. Even after several days, she still occasionally looked around like somebody waiting to be told they entered the wrong place by mistake.But somehow, things had started becoming routine.Every morning, Isaiah made sure breakfast was already prepared before anybody even came downstairs. Some mornings, Doris ate alone quietly while checking schedules for the engagement party. Other mornings, Ethan joined her and spent almost the entire breakfast talking about decorations, guests, flowers, music, or random stories that somehow always distracted her from work.Delvis, on the other hand, remained unpredictable.Sometimes he left the mansion before sunrise and returned late at night without saying much to anybody. Other times, he stay

The rest of the day passed quietly after Doris left Delvis’ office, but the conversation stayed in her head long after it ended.People connected to me do not threaten twice before they kill.Honestly, she still did not fully know how to process that sentence.Every time she tried convincing herself Delvis was exaggerating, she remembered Stanley’s hand around her jaw and the calm look on his face while threatening her.Nothing about that man looked normal.And somehow, that made everything inside the company feel different now.Even the office itself no longer felt completely safe to her.By evening, most workers had already started leaving. Doris remained inside her office while arranging the last few documents on her desk. Her head already hurt slightly from overthinking too much all day.Then suddenly, her office door opened and Delvis stepped inside calmly.Doris immediately straightened slightly in her chair.“You’re still here,” she said before thinking properly.Delvis glanced

Doris froze the moment Delvis turned toward her.For a second, neither of them spoke. The phone remained in Delvis’ hand while the cold night air moved quietly through the garden. Doris tightened her grip around her own phone because honestly, she already felt like she had heard something she was never supposed to hear.Delvis looked at her calmly before speaking.“How long have you been standing there?”Doris swallowed lightly.“I just got here,” she answered quickly. “I only heard my name and Stanley’s name.”Even while speaking, her voice still came out nervous. She hated how easy it was for him to make her feel like she was already in trouble.Delvis watched her for another moment before lowering the phone from his ear completely.“It’s nothing you should worry about.”His tone remained calm, but somehow that calmness only made her more uneasy.Before Doris could answer, her phone shifted slightly inside her hand. While trying to hide the screen quickly after noticing Delvis looki

The lounge was quiet for an early afternoon. The kind of quiet that felt deliberate, like the walls were thick enough to keep sound inside instead of letting it escape outward. Stanley sat across the small table with both arms resting loosely while watching Charlie set two glasses down between them. Charlie looked older than the last time they met. Not in years exactly, but in the way his eyes moved. Careful. Constantly measuring. "You've been busy," Stanley said. Charlie settled into his chair. "I've been watching." "Same thing." Charlie reached inside his jacket and removed a folded document before placing it flat on the table. Stanley looked at it without touching it immediately. "What is this?" "Everything you need to confirm what I told you." Stanley unfolded it slowly. His eyes moved down the page without rushing. Then they paused. The name at the top of the document was Ethan's. Followed by Delvis'. Stanley set the paper down. "They're actually registering." "Soon,"

The study remained quiet after Doris left. Delvis stayed at the desk for a while without touching the folder. The lamp cast the same light it always did. Everything in the room sat exactly where it belonged, nothing had moved or changed. But something in the atmosphere still felt different. He reached forward and closed the folder. Then he stood up and walked toward the window. The estate stretched out below in the dark, lit only by the path lights Isaiah always left on after sundown. Everything out there looked exactly as controlled as it always did. Delvis looked at it without really seeing it. He was thinking about Stanley. More specifically, he was thinking about Stanley's hand on Doris' jaw in the reception area. The redness he saw when he arrived, how she had stood there and refused to show that it hurt even though it clearly did. That bothered him more than the act itself. Not because he was unfamiliar with Stanley crossing lines. Stanley had been crossing them for year