Chapter 118
\nMarked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 118<\/p>\n
Chapter 118 I Quit<\/p>\n
Deanna\u2019s POV:<\/p>\n
The moment I stepped into the office building, I felt countless eyes on me.<\/p>\n
After being gone so long, it was no surprise that everyone was curious, probably guessing what had really happened.<\/p>\n
Lignored their stares and walked straight to my office.<\/p>\n
The desk was piled high with documents.<\/p>\n
I sank into my chair with a heavy sigh, the weight pressing down on me. For the first time, I felt really exhausted.<\/p>\n
It wasn\u2019t long before I stood again and made my way to Philip\u2019s office.<\/p>\n
I knocked.<\/p>\n
When I heard a voice ask me to come in, I pushed the door open.<\/p>\n
Inside, Desmond sat in a chair beside the large marble desk.<\/p>\n
A bandage covered his forehead, its edges stained with faint traces of blood.<\/p>\n
He caught me looking, glared hard, and quickly turned his head away.<\/p>\n
Philip, however, greeted me with a smile. \u201cDeanna, you should have rested a little longer. Why did you come back to work so soon?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDad, you told me that the two of us would compete fairly for the vice president position. Well, time\u2019s up,\u201d Desmond suddenly said, his voice rising.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t answer but dropped lazily onto the sofa.<\/p>\n
Philip tapped his fingers lightly on the desk. \u201cSince Deanna has been taking some time off, it\u2019s only fair to extend the test for another quarter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s ridiculous! How could you do that?\u201d Desmond shot up from his chair.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe took some time off, so what? I came to work with a head injury! She\u2019s the one being dramatic. My numbers are higher than hers, and that position belongs to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
He jabbed a finger toward his father. \u201cDad, don\u2019t forget\u2013I\u2019m your son. You can\u2019t let your fear of Mr. Eaton cloud your judgment!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you just say, rascal? You\u2019d better watch your mouth!\u201d Philip roared, slamming his hand against the desk.<\/p>\n
I smirked coldly on the sofa.<\/p>\n
Philip hadn\u2019t suddenly grown a conscience.<\/p>\n
He only saw an opportunity. My boyfriend being the Alpha of the Mooncrown Pack made me valuable in his eyes, nothing more.<\/p>\n
Family never came first for Philip. Profits always outweighed blood.<\/p>\n
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Desmond wasn\u2019t done. He snapped back, still seething. \u201cYou\u2019re an Alpha, Dad. You can\u2019t go back on your word\u2013people will laugh at you if this gets out.\u201d<\/p>\n
He shot me a glance and went on. \u201cAnd let\u2019s be honest, she\u2019s only acting like she doesn\u2019t care about the role because she\u2019s clinging to that Alpha. She thinks she\u2019s too good for this job now!\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at Desmond, whose face was red with anger.<\/p>\n
That was when I remembered the document in my bag, the one with 30% of the company\u2019s shares.<\/p>\n
If I combined that with the shares Philip had already given me, I would become the largest shareholder.<\/p>\n
Neither Desmond nor Philip could stop me.<\/p>\n
But it also meant I\u2019d be tied to Ruth in some way.<\/p>\n
The thought made my palms sweat, and my mind was a mess.<\/p>\n
After a long pause, I lifted my chin and said, \u201cI came here today to tell you I\u2019m resigning. I\u2019ll hand over my work and leave at the end of the month.\u201d<\/p>\n
Philip\u2019s smile vanished.<\/p>\n
\u201cDeanna, you\u2019re part of the Mistbane. Our mall belongs to you too. If you leave, the gossip outside will only get worse. I can\u2019t allow<\/p>\n
that!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThis isn\u2019t a discussion\u2013it\u2019s a notice,\u201d I replied calmly. \u201cWhether you agree or not has nothing to do with me anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n
When you love something, you fight for it.<\/p>\n
But once the love was gone, staying in the company was nothing more than holding onto a job that no longer fit.<\/p>\n
I stood up, and a strange lightness came over me.<\/p>\n
Philip shouted angrily at me from behind. \u201cDeanna! You won\u2019t even listen to your father anymore, huh?\u201d<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t turn back but walked out the door with a light step.<\/p>\n
Back in my office, I began wrapping up projects.<\/p>\n
1 looked at the files stacked on my desk. Every project, every sheet of paper was something I had stayed up late through the night<\/p>\n
to finish.<\/p>\n
My hand brushed across the pages, and I couldn\u2019t help but feel reluctant to let go. Four years of my life had been poured into this.<\/p>\n
I had climbed all the way from an entry\u2013level employee to the director of the group.<\/p>\n
The road had been hard, full of long nights and sacrifices.<\/p>\n
Back then, I worked like crazy, chasing after Philip and Kathryn\u2019s approval.<\/p>\n
In the end, it was nothing more than my one\u2013sided delusion.<\/p>\n
Now it was finally over.<\/p>\n
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Their approval no longer mattered.<\/p>\n
Why fight for first place in someone else\u2019s company when I could build my<\/p>\n
I made up my mind to start a design studio.<\/p>\n
I did the math on my available funds.<\/p>\n
own?<\/p>\n
Renting an office and hiring a team\u2013five million dollars should be enough to get started.<\/p>\n
If I could secure a few projects, I could gradually turn a profit.<\/p>\n
After work, I passed a brand\u2013new luxury fashion store inside the mall.<\/p>\n
But as soon as I reached the entrance, I sensed something was off.<\/p>\n
Normally, this floor would be buzzing with people, but tonight it was strangely quiet. Someone had almost cleared out the floor. Two staff members stood at the door, eyes lowered, looking nervous.<\/p>\n
That kind of display only happened when one of the top packs\u2018 core members showed up.<\/p>\n
Through the tall glass windows, I saw Ruth inside. She was dressed in a dark haute couture suit with a pearl necklace around her neck, and several maids stood nearby.<\/p>\n
At the same time, Ruth\u2019s gaze lifted and locked with mine.<\/p>\n
The moment our eyes met, I froze, my fingers curling tightly.<\/p>\n
A servant I recognized from the Mooncrown Estate came out and said, \u201cMs. Wiley, what a coincidence. Would you care to join Mrs. Eaton for some shopping?\u201d<\/p>\n
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