The CEO’s Masked Secret Wife novel Chapter 145

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145 The Traitor is Unmasked

Damian nodded and walked away, already making calls.

“We have you on video,” I said coldly, nodding to Owen who turned his laptop around.

My hands clenched into fists. “Let’s finish this.”

Jacqueline nodded and slid a–manila folder across the table. “Everything’s in here. The fake ultrasound images, appointment records that never happened, blood test results that were fabricated.”

The conference room felt too small for the fury radiating from my body. Clayton, a thin man in his twenties, sat hunched at the table, his face ashen under the harsh fluorescent lights. Owen stood in the corner, arms crossed, while Damian paced slowly behind the trembling waiter.

“Your secretary, Bianca.” Jacqueline’s eyes darted nervously to the door. “She’s the one who connected Isabella with Dr. Cruz. She’s been the mastermind behind everything.” “She was watching me,” I said, my voice deadly quiet. “All this time.”

“Owen has someone watching her. She’s at her desk, acting like nothing’s wrong.”

The final piece clicked into place. That’s how she knew exactly when to strike–she’d been listening to every private moment.

“Where is Bianca now?” I asked.

“And you think I won’t?” My voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. “Right now, you’re looking at charges of assault, conspiracy, and possibly attempted kidnapping. That’s years in prison.”

Tkept my face neutral despite the rage simmering beneath my skin. “You said you have. proof?”

“By whom?” I demanded, slamming my hand down on the table.

I slid an envelope across the table. “This should help with relocation expenses. My lawyer will be in touch about your testimony.”

“Clayton?”

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I nodded, a cold sense of resolve settling over me. “Get security ready. I want her office sealed and her electronics confiscated. We move in fifteen minutes.”

Damian’s phone buzzed. He glanced at it and gave me a subtle nod.

Liam’s POV

I straightened my tie and rolled my shoulders back. The time for shock was over. Now it was time for justice.

The security footage clearly showed Clayton accepting an envelope, then specifically bringing me a drink I hadn’t ordered.

“How do you know this?” Damian asked, his voice hard.

“She approached me a week before the party,” Clayton continued, words tumbling out now. “Said I needed to make sure you got that specific drink. She told me where you’d be sitting, what you’d be wearing.”

“Because she’s been to our office multiple times to coordinate with Dr. Cruz. I overheard them planning the timeline–when to announce the pregnancy, when to schedule the fake miscarriage.” Jacqueline swallowed hard. “Bianca has people everywhere, Mr. Sterling. In restaurants you frequent, at events you attend. She knows your schedule better than you do.”

Clayton’s breathing quickened. “Please, Mr. Sterling, I didn’t know what was in the drink. I just did what I was told.”

The revelation hit me like a physical blow. Bianca? My trusted secretary of three years?

Back in the car, Damian turned to me. “Owen caught Clayton. He’s waiting at the office.”

The woman I’d fight heaven and hell to win back.

I took a moment alone in the corridor, trying to process the depth of this betrayal. Bianca had been my right hand for years. I’d trusted her with my schedule, my business decisions, access to my office and files. And all that time, she’d been working against me, patiently spinning a web that almost destroyed everything I cared about,

The confirmation sent ice through my veins.

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I leaned forward, placing both palms flat on the table. “Who is ‘they, Clayton? Who

threatened you?”

“This is bigger than we thought,” Damian said quietly. “Bianca’s been planning this for months, maybe years.”

“She’s been sitting right outside my office,” I hissed, fury making my voice shake. “Watching me, manipulating me. She had access to everything–schedules, contracts, my personal information.”

“I’m leaving town tonight,” she said, standing as well. “I’ve already packed my things.”

“And she used it all to orchestrate your downfall,” Damian confirmed.

The color drained completely from his face. “Kidnapping? No! I didn’t-”

“Isabella Claremont was never pregnant,” Jacqueline confirmed, her voice steadying. “Dr. Cruz provided her with fake ultrasound images and doctored blood work. The plan was to announce a ‘miscarriage‘ shortly after your wedding”

My mind raced back through countless moments–Bianca’s efficiency, her uncanny ability to anticipate my needs, her subtle comments about Hazel.

I exchanged glances with Damian. “Whose then?”

I sat across from Jacqueline in a discreet corner of the café, her hands trembling as she clutched her coffee mug. The clinic secretary looked nothing like the confident professional I’d glimpsed during my visit to Dr. Cruz’s office–now she was pale and nervous, constantly glancing over her shoulder.

Jacqueline nodded. “She orchestrated everything. The night you supposedly slept with Victoria? Bianca arranged that too.”

“The waiter who served you the drugged whiskey.”

My mind raced to Hazel. Had Bianca been sabotaging that relationship too? The timing of Victoria’s appearance, Isabella’s fake pregnancy–it all happened when things were getting serious between Hazel and me.

And as I walked back toward the conference room, I couldn’t help but think of Hazel. With every step I took toward exposing Bianca, I was clearing the path back to the woman I loved.

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The calculated nature of the deception made my stomach turn. “And Cruz did this

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