Bonds of the Alpha Billionaire (Maya and Alex)

Chapter 68

-Maya's POV-

Sometimes I think I make very bad decisions. An example was looking into that compartment, another would be taking the files and running. I don't exactly known what I was thinking. Actually, I wasn't. I just needed to understand. He was going to know they were gone but somehow I would deal with the fallout later.

I hadn't thought.

I just took them and ran. There was no way. My head was spiraling and I was seconds away from having a breakdown..

How?

Why?

Different questions were running through my head. At least I managed to hand Ms. Edwards something we could work on later before bolting out. She had given me so many passes and there were zero plans on doing anything to get on her wrong side. Now, I just needed answers.

The silence in Natalia's office stretched, thick and suffocating. She sat opposite me, glued to the photos spread on the coffee table. Her expression mirrored the look of pure, unadulterated horror that had contorted my face moments ago when I first saw them.

"Say something." I finally choked out, my voice hoarse. She hadn't moved, her eyes still fixed on the incriminating pictures. This was why she was my best friend. She could read me like a well-worn book, decipher the tangled mess of confusion churning in my head. But this time, even she didn't have the answers.

Slowly, Natalia lifted her gaze, meeting mine. "I know you," she started, her voice hesitant. "Well enough to know you wouldn't do this. But... how? It looks so..." she trailed off, searching for the right word. "Real?" I supplied, my voice a ragged rasp. Real. That was the word. Those pictures looked terrifyingly real, depicting a scene that never happened, a betrayal I would never commit. A horrible truth began to dawn a horrifying connection between seemingly unrelated events.

"The trashed house," I whispered, the pieces clicking into place. "Adrian's house. It was trashed when I went there after Alex... after Alex rejected me." The memory hit me like a physical blow. The sudden shift in Alex's behavior, the cold rejection that had left me reeling-it all made a twisted kind of sense.

Before I could fully process the revelation, the words tumbled out, spilling from my lips like a dam bursting, "Oh my god," I breathed, the

I words a desperate plea for someone, anyone, to understand. "He thinks I cheated. He thinks I cheated on him with Adrian."

The words echoed in the small office, bouncing off the walls and amplifying the tremor in my voice. Tears pricked at my eyes, blurring my vision. Before I could fully collapse, Natalia's hand landed on mine, a solid anchor in the storm of emotions threatening to drown me.

this out. There has to be some explanation. Because I know for a fact, you would

the cold dread that

it? How do we explain these pictures? I didn't do this. And "You're right," I forced myself to say. "I wouldn't. I couldn't. But how do we he never asked me. Never gave me a chance to explain myself. After everything we

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a fact reflected in the crease of worry etching itself onto her forehead. But her hand remained clasped firmly in mine, a silent promise of unwavering support. We sat there in the oppressive silence, the weight of the situation pressing down on

explanation is that someone framed you," she broke the silence her voice low and serious. "And whoever it

at it."

her brow, frustration

would Alex just jump to rejection? Why wouldn't he even try to talk to you, find out if there was any truth to

escaped my lips. "He's going to know I took the files," I mumbled, dread creeping into my voice. "He has cameras in that

the hell did this." Her eyes narrowed, a fierce glint

at her last statement. Even in this mess, Natalia's loyalty and fierce

"We'll figure this out. We just need to think logically. How did these

words echoed in

Who would benefit?

Adrian? It seemed illogical. He got his life torm apart and he ended up in jail. The painful thought crossed

we can't prove I'm innocent?" I finally asked,

and squeezed my hand tightly. "We will prove you're innocent," she said with unwavering conviction. "And we are doing to find out the

I blurted out, the thought of the missing files adding another layer of anxiety to

that you took them. What's the

like a jerk for

with narrowed eyes.

that might jog my memory, but they were completely foreign. "No, I don't," I admitted. "I