66.67 % Chapter15 The possibility hit Alexander Stone like poison flooding his veins - sudden , vicious , consuming every thought . His heart slammed against his ribs ; heat rose , then seemed to drain away in a rush of cold . On the surface , he stayed composed . But he had too little to work with - he needed proof , solid and undeniable . Work at Grace Studio ( Northbridge ) went on . In a strategy session on product philosophy , Grace proposed a new direction , blending Eastern principles of negative space and flow into modern tech design to ease high - end professionals ' anxiety . Her articulation was clean and layered - psychology , aesthetics , function - each point locking into the next . The idea hit him with a jolt of recognition , echoing an instinct he'd carried for years but never put into words . At the projector , she was steady and assured , sketching as though her hands drew light itself . Admiration rose hard and bright - followed , against his will , by jealousy . Jealousy of the male designers conferring with her , of the way she met their eyes and answered them without flinching . Jealousy of anyone who had a place in her world when he did not . From the hall , Bella caught it as well . She'd meant to pull Alexander to lunch , but his gaze on Grace , intent , absorbed - stopped her cold . Panic clenched her chest , morphing fast into envy ' She resorted to the most extreme tactic , fabricating a farewell letter , faking an overdose , and trying to force Alexander into marriage . She staged her apartment like a scene , sent a goodbye text , and swallowed a handful of vitamins disguised as sedatives . Then she lay down and waited . The message blared on Alexander's phone like a warning . He didn't believe it , not really . But he couldn't risk a life . He went ' . Chapter15 71.43 % Wanna watch the rest of " Office Girl " ? Download Drama Pops and watch the re ... Download He forced the door open . Bella lay " unconscious " beside a scattered bottle and a letter . He checked her - clear breathing , normal color , not a single sign of toxicity . Even the letter looked rushed and sloppy . His jaw hardened . He was a second from erupting when his phone buzzed again . Ethan Cole . Final report attached . And a clip - grainy , crucial - labeled . DashCam Archive - WRP - 07 . The room seemed to vacuum - seal around him . He opened the file with a shaking thumb . Static . A screech of brakes , the sickening crunch of steel . His car , crumpled and smoking . Another vehicle skidded to a stop . Before it fully halted , a slender figure stumbled out and sprinted to his door . Grace . The dashcam had no audio , yet he could almost hear her panic as she fought the twisted door , her hands slick with his blood . She pressed down - steady , desperate , her dress soaking dark , her face pale and set . Her lips shaped his name again and again . " Alexander ! Alexander , stay with me ! " Fragile and unbreakable . Terrified and unwavering . She was fury and prayer in one body . Only later - much later - another car rolled up . Bella got out , hands at her lips , hovering at a distance . She didn't move closer until the distant wail of an ambulance grew near . Then she stepped forward , easing into the frame , taking the position Grace had held until her strength failed and she slumped aside - half out of sight of the camera , nearly erased . Alexander's fist crashed into the edge of the rosewood desk . Pain flared ; skin split . He didn't feel it . Something in his chest wrenched and tore - a brutal , internal rending . It had never been Bella . It had been Grace .