Levi Blackwood
The perfume on Levi’s collar wasn't mine; it was the sharp, cloying scent of his secretary, Chloe. For months, I watched him pour his energy into her—late-night "meetings," expensive gifts, and a tenderness he once reserved for me. "You're late," I whispered as he entered. Levi didn't look up. "Chloe needed help with the year-end files. Stop hovering, Akhiro." The gaslighting intensified. Chloe began weaving a web of lies, telling Levi I had called her with threats. One evening, Levi stormed in, his face a mask of fury. "She’s terrified of you!" he shouted. "I haven't spoken to her, Levi! She's lying to—" He didn't let me finish. He lunged, his hand gripping my arm so hard I winced. He shoved me back, my shoulder hitting the doorframe with a dull thud. The physical pain was a shock, but the cold hatred in his eyes was the real blow. "She’s the only one loyal to me," he hissed, shoving me aside to pack a bag. "I’m staying with someone who actually cares." As the door slammed, I realized
About Levi Blackwood
The perfume on Levi’s collar wasn't mine; it was the sharp, cloying scent of his secretary, Chloe. For months, I watched him pour his energy into her—late-night "meetings," expensive gifts, and a tenderness he once reserved for me. "You're late," I whispered as he entered. Levi didn't look up. "Chloe needed help with the year-end files. Stop hov...Read more