I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Chloe's hand adjusted the IV line, increasing the flow of the lifesaving drugs for Bianca. The dosage and speed needed to be precisely controlled. As the infusion sped up, a flood of medication surged into Bianca's body. Already in a fragile state, her body couldn't cope with the sudden influx. Grimacing in pain, Bianca reached out weakly towards Chloe, her voice trembling, "Chloe, Chloe..."

The terror and disbelief in Bianca's eyes were unmistakable-her own sister was plotting her demise. Her condition deteriorated rapidly; a tumultuous rush of blood surged to her chest, and she vomited.

Chloe watched coldly as Bianca struggled painfully on the hospital bed. "You forced this on yourself," Chloe confessed harshly. "Twenty-six years ago, I stole your daughter and abandoned her. Despite everything, she found her way back to you."

For Bianca, these words were the final blow. She realized the depth of human malice she had underestimated. She had hoped that Chloe, once exposed, would admit her wrongs and seek redemption. Instead, Chloe had descended further into darkness. The architect of the twenty-six year separation from her daughter was her own sister.

Bianca's life, marked by desolation and sorrow, was shaped by her sister's betrayal. If not for Chloe's actions, her husband might still have been alive, their family possibly happy and whole.

Bianca, too overwhelmed with pain to speak, gradually ceased struggling and fell into a quiet, eternal stillness. Her final breath left her with eyes open, staring in Chloe's direction-her gaze unblinking, accusing.

Chloe felt a chill run down her spine at that condemning stare. Tentatively, she called out, "Sister, sister..." Receiving no response, she cautiously checked for a breath. There was none.

Panicked, Chloe stepped back, her mind a blank. She stared at her hands, frantic. "Don't blame me, we're both mothers, each plotting for our daughter. The company must belong to Joy, it must."

Regaining some composure, Chloe quickly adjusted the IV back to its original setting and smoothed the wrinkled bedsheets before feigning panic and rushing out to alert, "Dr. Harrington, Dr. Harrington, my sister..." The doctors hurried to the ICU.

Meanwhile, Meredith and Linda had arrived at Falconer Holdings. Thanks to Terrence Sterling's connections, they gained crucial time. The scheduled board meeting was delayed due to a power outage in the building, with backup systems failing as well. Joy Chaucer had workers scrambling to repair the equipment.

Employing such underhanded tactics wasn't Meredith's style, but they were effective.

It was past ten when the power was restored. Joy, impatient and anxious, was relieved when the secretary assured her, "It's almost fixed, Mrs. Chaucer, don't worry."

Moments later, lights and air conditioning snapped back on. Joy's face brightened with a smile. "Notify everyone, meeting in the boardroom in five minutes."

Despite the delay, today's ceremony for the chairmanship had to proceed-too much had been set in motion.

In the boardroom, Joy Chaucer sat at the head of the table, barely containing her excitement.

Unbeknownst to Joy, Meredith had already reached the building's lobby. Selene had retrieved important items from a safety deposit box, and Bianca's lawyer, Weston Wells, was also present. To bolster their case, Meredith had brought experts from a handwriting analysis firm.

Led by Meredith, the group made an imposing entrance. Even the security staff in the lobby dared not obstruct them-everyone recognized the wife of Sterling Corporation's Mr. Sterling.

Meredith, visibly pregnant, was flanked by Sterling Corporation's Chief Secretary Linda, Bianca's lawyer Weston Wells, Selene, and the handwriting experts. Their presence echoed the formidable aura once belonging to Mrs. Chaucer of Falconer Holdings.

As Meredith passed, whispers filled the air. Something significant was unfolding.