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.

himself played the role of the knight in shining armor.

the following morning. Upon stepping into the house, he was met with the sight of Anastasia sitting in the dining room,

had something to eat?” Alastor’s tone held a touch of weariness, his voice maintaining its characteristic low register.

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

to him, Felicia had already divulged

deep breath and rose from her seat, proceeding in her usual manner to pick up the suit

fingers momentarily stiffened. She found the situation

let any opportunity slip by to provoke Anastasia. In the latter’s opinion, the lipstick smudge

was gentle, devoid of any revealing emotions, much like his

forehead. “I wasn’t there for you on Christmas Eve, but I’ll make it up to you

words, and Alastor’s touch now brought

only has his first crush in his heart. Why

go to the beach for a walk this afternoon,” Anastasia

was a foolish woman. She had refrained from utilizing much of Alastor’s wealth throughout their four–year marriage. Moreover, she harbored an aversion to what society deemed luxurious possessions.

resembled an ornament meticulously chosen by Alastor to fulfill

contrast. She exuded an air of someone inherently meant to