Whispers Of Betrayal (Anastasia and Alastor)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Not too long ago, during a business meeting. Alastor had consumed an excessive amount of alcohol. It was Felicia who had taken on the responsibility of getting him home. Moreover, she took the initiative to add Anastasia on WhatsApp. She introduced herself as a recently hired secretary for Alastor, expressing eagerness to interact with Anastasia in the days ahead.

“What an ironic twist. Alastor openly hired his ex–girlfriend to join his company,” Anastasia thought to herself with a hint of

Sarcasm.

Subsequently, Anastasia discovered the reason behind Alastor’s excessive drinking that day. It had been prompted by the presence of his collaborator’s female secretary who had joined them for drinks during the meeting, and this secretary was none other than Felicia.

Felicia, who had been abroad for four years, had returned.

However, Alastor was already married.

Alastor was a domineering man. Thus, he stubbornly poached Felicia from her former company and offered her a position as a secretary in his own company.

His reason was that the collaborator’s boss was disreputable and widely known to be morally reprehensible, with at reputation as a pervert within their industry.

played the role

he was met with the sight of Anastasia

had something to eat?” Alastor’s tone held a touch of weariness, his voice maintaining its characteristic low register. He continued, “I’ll go take

put on an act of casualness, believing his facade to be flawless, hence he didn’t feel the need to offer

Felicia had already divulged the entire situation on his behalf.

from her seat, proceeding in her usual manner to pick

fingers momentarily stiffened. She found the situation oddly

let any opportunity slip by to provoke Anastasia. In the latter’s opinion, the lipstick smudge on the collar of Alastor’s shirt seemed rather

placed your clothes outside, Alastor. Anastasia’s voice was gentle, devoid of any revealing emotions, much like his own

her forehead. “I wasn’t there for you on Christmas Eve, but I’ll make it up to you today. What would you like as a gift?”

heard his words, and Alastor’s

thought, “He only has his first crush in his heart. Why did

to the beach for a walk this afternoon,” Anastasia suggested.

woman. She had refrained from utilizing much of Alastor’s wealth throughout their four–year marriage.

resembled an ornament meticulously chosen by Alastor to fulfill the role of his

stood in stark contrast. She exuded an air of someone inherently meant to be pampered by