Unwanted Secret Lover: Now Watch Me Shine

Chapter 6

Word Count: 822 | Released on: 09/05/2026

room. The sharp, rhythmic click of her heels on the marbl

inder. He looked up at the sound. His eyes met hers, and his gaze snagged

le empty seat at the opposite end of the table and sat down. She arranged her notepad

ly with his knuckles, his expression once ag

Leland, a senior finance major, presented quarterly returns an

architecture d

rojector. Her proposal, "Urban Oasis," a sustaina

of her suit. She spoke clearly and passionately, her voice steady,

nsive fountain pen between his fingers. His eyes never left her. The intensity of his stare was a physi

her presentat

professor on the board, nodded in approv

pped his pen. It hit the polished table with

," he said, his voice a flat, clinica

t. The shift in his tone

continued, citing a highly obscure municipal code that hadn't even been fully ratified yet. His eyes bored into her, cold and calculating.

sion. "Ms. Berry, this board allocates capital based on rigorous market realities

out her project, but he was also talking about her. About

ld smile. "Mr. Whitaker," she shot back, her voice just as sharp, "perhaps your own

te af

The air around him seem

, their expressions ranging from confused to terrified. Leland cl

He didn't look at anyone else. "We'll vote now. All in

ried immense weight. A few of the finance sycophan

o months of her

mal urge to throw her glass of ice water in his arrogant face. "

ved her papers messily into her briefcase. The r

that looked like triumph in his eyes. He was

ryone else scrambled to get ou

and strode toward the d

the table, stopped her in her tracks. She

r, Mr. Chairman," she s

d out of the room and walked away, the

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Adelheid Rufo Romance

“I signed a strict Non-Disclosure Agreement to be the secret girlfriend of Clemente Whitaker, the wealthy heir and finance chairman at our university. But while he kept me hidden in the shadows, a campus gossip app exposed a photo of him wrapping his custom suit jacket around a fragile high-society ballerina at dawn. When I ignored his calls, he publicly humiliated me by vetoing the funding for my architecture project to punish me. Later, he pinned me against a dark stairwell wall, kissing me desperately and begging me not to leave him. But the very next second, terrified that someone might see us together, he coldly pointed down the concrete steps. "Take the stairs down to the basement and go out through the loading dock back door. No one will see you." Looking at the heavy, vintage diamond bracelet he had given me, I finally realized the bitter truth. It was breathtakingly expensive, but it was two sizes too big. He never even bothered to learn my wrist size. He just bought something shiny to keep his dirty secret quiet while he publicly protected another woman. I unclasped the heavy diamonds and dropped them into the dark bottom of my bag. Next Friday is the biggest architectural gala in New York, and I am going to walk in as a free woman.”