The Deadly Charm

Part 27 : The Secret is Out (2)

Arrogant Chanya

Amidst the luxurious ambiance of a grand office on the top floor of a skyscraper, Chanya sat confidently behind an expensive teak desk. Her face gleamed with satisfaction, draped in a finely tailored black suit that exuded elegance. Her high-heeled shoes, made of shiny genuine leather, reflected the light, and her eyes sparkled with the thrill of victory—she had obtained everything she had ever desired.

Since the day she married Ekawat, the owner of Vivid Enterprise, Chanya had ascended to become one of the top executives of the company. From being just an ordinary secretary, she had used her charms, tricks, and the power of Nam Praiya to make Ekawat hopelessly infatuated with her.

Chanya's office was adorned with luxurious furniture, the walls decorated with oil paintings and rare collectibles. In one corner, a bookshelf displayed an array of business books and popular fashion magazines. On her desk sat a sleek laptop, surrounded by neatly arranged stacks of documents.

"Everything is mine now," Chanya muttered to herself as she gazed out at the vast cityscape through the large windows. "No one can stop me."

A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts, making her turn. She saw one of her assistants timidly approaching, a nervous expression on their face. It was a new hire who had only recently joined the company.

"Miss Chanya, I have some documents that need your signature," the assistant said softly.

"How many times have I told you not to disturb me unless I call for you?" Chanya sighed, barely glancing at the document.

"Get out. And only return when I ask for you," she commanded coldly.

The assistant nodded quickly and hurried out of the room, leaving Chanya with a sneer.

"These employees need to learn who's in charge," she muttered to herself.

Once the assistant had left, Chanya picked up her phone and dialed a number.

"Schedule an executive meeting for today. I want to restructure the organization. Anyone who's dissatisfied or underperforming will have to go," she said, her voice sharp with authority.

"Yes, Ms. Chanya, I will arrange it for you immediately," the voice on the other end replied cheerfully.

"I don't want weak people around me," Chanya said as she put down the phone, a satisfied smile crossing her face.

Meanwhile, her personal life was equally filled with luxury and indulgence. Chanya lived in a grand house equipped with everything she could ever want. Ekawat was hopelessly in love with her, blind to the truth, and willing to do anything to keep her happy.

In the mornings, Chanya would wake up in a luxurious bedroom, resting on a four-poster bed draped with Italian silk bedsheets and fluffy pillows. Her vast dressing room was filled with designer clothes, luxury bags, and shoes from top brands all over the world.

"Mister Kha, how about we have Japanese food in Thonglor this evening?" Chanya asked as she descended the grand staircase, which was covered in plush red carpet.

"Of course, darling, we can go wherever you want," Ekawat replied with a fond smile.

"But if you're still going to call me 'Mister,' you'll have to call me 'darling' too," Ekawat teased, pulling Chanya close, hugging her, and kissing her cheek.

"Oh, I like to call it this way" Chanya laughed playfully.

The two of them walked arm in arm toward the mansion's opulent dining room, enjoying their carefree life together.