Virgin At 25-Chapter 107: COULD IT BE!

The late afternoon sun was already dipping, casting long shadows across the company parking lot. Cars hummed past, employees scattered, but Diana stood alone beside her vehicle... trembling.

Her makeup was perfect.

Her posture was straight.

But her fingers wouldn’t stop shaking.

She wasn’t sure if she was shaking from fear or from the way Aec had looked at her earlier.

The disgust.

The cold.

The darkness.

She hugged herself and tried to breathe.

Then voices drifted behind her.

Two female employees walking toward their cars, whispering with the sharp excitement of fresh gossip.

"I’m serious," the first one whispered loudly. "His blinds weren’t all the way closed. I saw."

"You saw what?" the second gasped.

The first woman leaned in. "I saw Beatrice in Mr. Langley’s office."

Diana’s heart dropped.

"I’m telling you," the girl continued, "she was standing too close to him. And he wasn’t having it. He pushed her away like really pushed."

"No way," the second breathed. "She tried something?"

The first girl nodded eagerly. "Her body language said everything. And his face... he looked like he wanted her dead."

Diana’s stomach twisted painfully.

The two women walked past her... and froze when they recognized her. Then they hurried away like frightened rats.

Her expression didn’t change,,

not a blink, not a twitch but her eyes sharpened like glass under a flame.

Almost immediately, Beatrice appeared from a distance and Beatrice’s throat dried instantly when they locked gaze.

She walked toward Diana slowly, trying not to look guilty, trying not to look terrified.

"Ma’am..." she whispered.

Diana didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Didn’t soften.

Just stared with a cold, unreadable calm that made Beatrice’s knees weak.

After a long, suffocating silence, Diana finally spoke.

"Tell me," she said quietly. "What did you notice today... after Aec resumed?"

Beatrice’s breath hitched.

Her mind burned with the memory of Aec’s rejection earlier.

She forced a quick smile.

"N-nothing, ma’am," she lied softly. "I didn’t really get close to him today. I only saw him when he walked into the building this morning. That’s all."

Diana’s head tilted just slightly.

A surgical movement.

A dissecting one.

"You’re sure?"

Her tone was polite.

Too polite.

Beatrice nodded quickly. "Yes, ma’am."

Diana said nothing. Not one word.

Slowly... very slowly... Beatrice looked up.

Diana was watching her. Not her face. Her reaction.

She had already understood everything.

Beatrice opened her mouth to explain but Diana simply turned away.

No anger.

No shouting.

No drama.

Just a controlled pivot and her heels clicking as she walked to her car.

Cold and lethal.

"Ma’am..." Beatrice tried.

But Diana had already opened her door.

Without a single glance back, she slipped inside and shut it with a soft, chilling click.

Beatrice stood frozen in place, breath shaking violently.

Diana didn’t need to say one word. Beatrice already knew she was dead.

Her jaw tightened as she started the engine.

Beatrice’s voice, her smug little lies, her careless confidence echoed in the back of her mind, and for the first time in a long time, something inside Diana clicked back into place. A place she didn’t even realize she’d left.

She pulled out of the parking lot and grabbed her phone, tapping Camila’s contact. It rang only once.

"Diana?" Camila’s voice came through.

Diana spoke calmly. Too calmly. A tone that wasn’t disrespectful... but definitely wasn’t submissive either.

"Share your location," she said. "Now..."

There was a sharp pause. A small inhale of shock from Camila’s end.

"Excuse me?" Camila managed.

"I need to see you," Diana replied. "I’m driving over."

No pleading. No softening. No waiting for permission.

She hung up before Camila could ask more.

A second later, Camila’s location pinged on her screen, a private suite she often used when avoiding people she didn’t want to see.

Diana drove straight there.

- - -

When she walked into the suite, she didn’t wait to be invited. She closed the door behind her and only then did Camila’s eyes narrow slightly, watching her approach with raised brows, as if trying to decide whether to be irritated or entertained.

But the moment Diana stepped fully into the room, Camila recognized it... The shift.

Her shoulders were squared. Her eyes, though still soft, no longer carried that timid glaze. Her presence... wasn’t shrinking anymore. It was steady, centered, taking up its rightful space.

Camila slowly uncrossed her arms.

"What happened?" she asked, voice low.

Diana took a quiet breath and met her gaze directly, unbroken, unwavering.

"I saw Beatrice," she said.

Camila’s expression stilled, the slightest flicker of warning lighting in her eyes.

"So?" Camila asked not finding that as news

"At the parking lot," Diana continued. "She cornered me."

A muscle in Camila’s jaw twitched, but she said nothing then a while later she added "What do you mean by that?"

Diana didn’t look away. "I think she did something funny with Aec"

Silence stretched between them.

"I heard she tried to seduce him," Diana finished.

Camila’s entire face sharpened at that, her eyes cooling... calculating. But Diana spoke before she could respond.

"I am telling you this because I got to know Beatrice through you, but from now I’ll handle her myself... "

A dry, humorless laugh slipped out of her. The kind that had no joy in it only disbelief.

"I didn’t even know she saw me as competition," Diana said quietly.

Camila studied her, really studied her. The steadiness. The subtle steel. The way Diana was no longer twisting her hands or shrinking back under her gaze.

Diana lifted her chin. Not aggressively. Simply... truthfully.

"I’m telling you because I’m not stupid," she said. "And I won’t be blindsided again."

Not rude. Not loud. Just clear.

Camila exhaled slowly, moving closer, her eyes settling on Diana with a new, unexpected .

Diana didn’t wait for Camila’s approval, comfort, or advice.

The moment she finished speaking, she picked up her bag and headed for the door without another word.

She opened the door and stepped out, closing it behind her with a soft, controlled click.

Not a slam filled with emotion.

Camila remained standing where she was, eyes fixed on the door as if it had just committed a personal offense. A slow tension tightened her brow.

That wasn’t Diana.

Not the hesitant girl who could barely hold eye contact.

Not the one who hovered at the edge of every room like she wasn’t sure she deserved to be in it.

Not the Diana who apologized for breathing too loudly.

This version of her walked out as though she had somewhere more important to be somewhere other than under Camila’s shadow.

Like fear wasn’t a chain around her ankle anymore.

Like she didn’t need Camila at least not in the way she used to.

A faint warning bell rang in the back of Camila’s mind.

"Something is off..."

Camila slowly sat down, tapping one finger against the velvet armrest, her eyes narrowed to sharp slits.

What exactly did that foolish girl, Beatrice, reveal?

And more importantly...

What was Diana planning now?

The room was quiet until Camila’s phone vibrated on the table.

The screen lit up.

Aec.

She looked at the name, then back at the door Diana had walked through.

Her suspicion deepened.

Whatever was happening... Diana was at the center of it.

And Camila hated being the last to know.

- - -

Diana didn’t look back as she stepped out of Camila’s suite.

The hallway stretched out ahead of her, narrow and quiet. Her heels clicked softly against the marble, steady, unbroken. Not a single tremor in her stride. She moved like someone who had already made up her mind long before the door closed behind her.

By the time she reached the parking lot, the air was colder. Sharp. It wrapped around her like a reminder.

She unlocked her car and slipped inside. The interior light blinked on for half a second before fading out again, leaving her in dim silence.

She rested both hands on the steering wheel.

Still.

Breathing once... slowly.

Beatrice’s voice replayed in her head over and over, every smug tone, every calculated lie, every word meant to mock her.

Diana’s jaw tightened.

She reached for her phone.

Not the usual contacts.

Not the family list. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

She slid into a hidden folder and tapped the single number tucked inside. No name. No picture. Just an anonymous string of digits that had been waiting for a day like this.

Her thumb hovered for one heartbeat.

Then she typed.

"I need a location tracked."

She stared at the screen, her face unreadable in the darkness.

Another message.

"And something handled."

The typing bubble appeared almost immediately.

Diana leaned back in her seat, eyes half-lowered, the glow of the screen outlining her lashes. Her pulse didn’t race. Her breathing didn’t change.

The fear she used to carry... wasn’t there anymore.

The reply came in.

"Name?"

Diana lowered her gaze to the screen. Her thumb moved once, deliberate.

"Beatrice."

The message sent and marked delivered.

Her phone dropped lightly onto the leather beside her.

Outside, a car rolled past, headlights sweeping through the window and brushing across Diana’s face. In that brief wash of light, her expression stayed exactly the same, calm, centered, almost serene.

She turned the key...