Virgin At 25-Chapter 105: PRESSURE POINTS…

The next morning, Aec walked into the company like a ghost in a suit.

His face was unreadable, jaw clenched, movements sharp.

Every worker stood, whispering. Some bowed too quickly, others pretended not to stare. He hadn’t been in the building for days and the last time he was seen, he had blood on his shirt and murder in his eyes.

Now, he looked even worse

The elevator doors slid open and the entire floor went silent.

Aec stepped out, giving the cold, detached and dangerous aura.

He didn’t greet anyone. Didn’t look at anyone.Didnt respond to any greeting. He only walked straight to his office with long, powerful strides, like each step was a threat.

His presence alone was enough to choke the air.

Inside his office, he dropped his phone on the desk, loosened his tie, and pressed both palms hard on the glass table as he breathed in deeply trying to keep himself from destroying the entire building.

Then a soft knock landed on the door. He didn’t answer.

The door opened anyway.

Beatrice stepped inside.

Today, she had done her makeup too heavily and unbuttoned her blouse one button too far clearly sent to provoke him, seduce him, or test him. He already knew that she was planted in by Diana and it got him more pissed

"Sir..." she said gently, pushing the door shut behind her. "You’ve been so stressed recently. I thought maybe you’d appreciate a welcome back present ..."

She closed the door behind her, locked it and leaned her back against the glass with a smile that wasn’t professional at all.

Aec’s jaw tightened.

"What do you want?" he asked flatly.

Beatrice didn’t answer. Instead, she walked toward him in slow, deliberate steps, her hips swaying like she was walking down a runway. She stopped in front of his desk and placed both palms on it, leaning forward so her blouse dipped dangerously low.

"I just wanted to check on you," she said, biting her bottom lip lightly. "You’ve been... stressed. I thought maybe you needed someone to... help you relax."

Aec didn’t blink.

Her hand slid slowly across his desk... toward his arm... then higher.

Before she could touch him, Aec moved... Fast

He grabbed her by the wrist, spun her, and slammed her flat against the door.

Her breath caught. His hand pressed against the wall beside her head, trapping her without touching her body.

His voice dropped... low, cold, terrifying.

"If you ever walk into my office for this nonsense again..."

His breath hit her ear.

"...I will break your legs myself."

Beatrice froze.

"Sir... please... I didn’t mean to"

"I don’t care."

His eyes were dead, empty.

"Don’t come near me. Don’t mention Sharon. Don’t mention my mother. Don’t mention my father. Don’t be in my business"

He leaned in closer, his stare burning into her.

"And don’t ever think I will touch you."

Beatrice swallowed hard, trembling.

She tried to nod.

"Get. Out." he ordered.

She opened the door with shaking fingers and almost fell as she rushed out. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Inside, Aec locked the door, his chest rising sharply the only sign that he was barely holding himself together.

He walked to the window, staring down at the city.

Aec barely had time to calm his breathing when a sudden hush swept across the entire floor.

He heard footsteps... Slow. Heavy. Arrogant.

Every worker scrambled to pretend they were busy.

And Aec froze for a brief moment. He didn’t need anyone to announce it.

Only one man in the entire city walked like that.

A soft knock.

No pause.

The door opened.

Victor Langley walked into the office.

No guards.

Just him in a charcoal suit, gold rings glinting on his fingers, danger thick around him.

Aec’s spine went rigid.

Victor smiled slightly, like a king visiting a subordinate.

"What a surprise," he said, voice smooth like poison. "You actually came to work today."

Aec didn’t answer.

Victor looked around the office slowly, inspecting everything like he owned it because in his mind, he did.

Then his eyes landed back on his son.

"Your wife tells me you slept in the guest room," Victor said casually. "How disappointing."

Aec clenched his jaw.

Victor stepped closer, lowering his voice.

"Did you forget the terms, Aec? I said go home to your wife. Yet here you are... at work... pretending."

Aec’s fists tightened.

His breathing thinned.

Victor lifted a brow.

"Is this because I borrowed Sharon for a little ride?"

Aec snapped.

He slammed both palms on the desk.

"Where are they?" he growled. "Where is my mother? And Sharon?"

Victor’s smile widened delighted by the reaction.

"Safe," he answered smoothly. "For now."

Aec took a step forward, but Victor held up a finger.

"Don’t embarrass yourself," he warned. "Your strength is still recovering. And even at full health, you are not a threat to me."

For a moment the silence felt extremely heavy, then Victor leaned closer, so close Aec could smell the expensive cologne and dark cruelty on him.

"You think this is about them?" he whispered.

"No. This is about you."

Aec’s eyes burned with murder.

Victor tapped the desk with two fingers, slow and patronizing.

"If you want them alive, Aec... you will play your role as my son.

You will stop chasing that girl.

You will stop disobeying me.

And you will stop pretending you have a choice."

Aec felt his vision shaking with rage. "Is Sharon still alive?"

Victor chuckled, actually chuckled at his expression.

"Your mother screamed your name," he said softly, cruelly. "Do you know what that does to a man like me? Nothing."

Aec lunged but Victor didn’t flinch... and Aec restrained himself while holding back uncontrollable rage...

Victor straightened his jacket calmly.

"You have two hours left," he reminded. "Do not waste them. She’s your wife, get her to sign the document "

He turned, paused at the door, then added without looking back

"Oh... and Aec?"

His voice carried a dark promise.

"Sharon is exceedingly stubborn. If she keeps resisting..."

A slow smile.

"...I will break her spirit myself."

Aec’s eyes filled with pure, shaking fury.

And Aec’s entire office felt like it was about to explode.

Aec was still standing there, watching his father with resentment... shaking with fury, when the door suddenly clicked open again.

Diana’s presence filled the office...

She stepped inside with a bright, practiced smile... but the moment she noticed Victor still in the office, her posture straightened like a proud puppet.

"Oh... Father," she said sweetly, bowing her head slightly. "I didn’t know you were here."

Victor didn’t bother to acknowledge her at first. He simply observed her with mild irritation, arms crossed loosely.

Diana turned to Aec next, her expression immediately softening, her voice dripping with fake affection.

"You left home so early," she said, moving closer. "You didn’t even eat the breakfast I made for you."

Aec’s jaw tightened.

He stepped back a little, keeping distance.

Diana noticed.

Her smile faded just a fraction and then she leaned forward, lowering her voice so only he could hear...

"Don’t be cold to me," she whispered sharply. "Unless you want something to happen to your mother."

Aec’s entire body stilled.

Her eyes held his firmly, powerfully, for the first time not pretending.

Victor watched this slow shift with raised brows and mild disgust.

"Pathetic," Victor murmured under his breath, though loud enough for Aec to hear.

Then Diana reached out and touched Aec’s arm, pretending to be affectionate again, pressing her cheek lightly against his shoulder, acting like a loving wife.

Aec’s hands curled into fists... but he didn’t shove her off.

He couldn’t. He just swallowed hard.

Diana whispered again, smiling through her teeth

"Nice one husband."

Victor clicked his tongue, clearly irritated by the display.

"Oh please," he said with a dismissive wave. "If you two must perform this circus act, do it privately."

Diana stepped even closer to Aec, resting her hand flat on his chest as if they were deeply in love.

Aec stared straight ahead, eyes empty, body stiff like he was being restrained by invisible chains.

Victor smirked.

"Now that’s better," he said, satisfied for no real reason except seeing Aec trapped.

Then he turned toward the door.

"Remember your time limit," Victor added, pausing one last time. "Two hours, Aec. Not a second more."

He shot Diana a bored glance.

"And you... keep him in line."

Diana smiled proudly. "Always."

Victor’s expression shifted into subtle disgust, perhaps at her eagerness, perhaps at the whole twisted situation.

Without another word, he walked out of the office.

The door slammed shut behind him.

Leaving Aec and Diana alone.

Diana exhaled softly, still leaning on him.

"You did well," she whispered.

Aec closed his eyes briefly, breathing like someone drowning.

Her touch felt like poison.

And his mother’s life was the rope around his throat.

She turned to Aec immediately, softening her voice like she hadn’t just threatened him hours ago.

"Aec... don’t look at me like that," she whispered, touching his arm. "I’m only trying to keep your mother alive. You know that, right?"

Aec pulled his arm away sharply.

"I told you, don’t touch me."

Diana’s smile twitched, but she swallowed it, her eyes thinning.

"You will learn," she said softly, almost kindly. "If you want your mother breathing tomorrow, you’ll learn."

She walked toward the door... slow, graceful... victorious.

Exactly as she reached the threshold Aec’s phone rang.

Both of them froze.

The sound cut through the room like a knife. Aec looked down at the screen and his heart stopped.

"SHARON." He spoke out loud enough for her to hear subconsciously

Diana turned sharply, eyes wide.

"No," she whispered, stepping back into the room. "No, that’s impossible"

Aec already answered the call.

"Sharon? SHARON, can you hear me...?"

But it wasn’t her voice.

A slow, distorted male breath filled the line.

Diana took a step forward, panic rising. "Aec... end the call. End it right now"

Too late

The voice on the phone finally spoke. Low...Ragged...Mocking...

"You’re running out of time."

CLICK.

The call ended. The phone screen went dark.