How I Outsmarted the Men Who Tried to Destroy Me

Sabrina's POV

As such, Tyrone grabbed his car keys and left the room without looking back.

“Sabrina, you must be tired. Let me help you to bed,” Mr. Allen offered, his voice low and calculated as the door clicked shut behind Tyrone.

A chill ran up my spine.

Mr. Allen loosened his tie and leaned closer.

“Oh, no need, boss. I’m fine. I don’t even know how I fell asleep earlier,” I said, feigning confusion, my eyes glassy as I staggered back a couple of steps, like a startled deer.

To Mr. Allen, my reaction looked more like an invitation than hesitation.

He swallowed hard, the sound loud in the quiet room, his eyes filled with greed as if he wanted to carry me to the master bedroom that very second.

“Boss, everything Tyrone has achieved is thanks to your guidance,” I said, forcing myself to stand and walk back to the dining table. Pouring a glass of wine, I handed it to him with both hands. “Let me toast to you, the man who made it all possible.”

Mr. Allen stared at the wine, hesitating for a moment. He knew exactly what was in it—the same thing that had made me “dizzy” earlier.

“I still have to drive later. How about I toast with tea instead?” he said, his tone casual but cautious.

I let out a soft laugh, pretending not to notice his wariness. “Of course. Let me get you some tea.”

Stumbling slightly, I poured him a cup and placed it in front of him. Mr. Allen drank it without hesitation, his eyes following my every move as I straightened up.

After finishing the tea, he shrugged off his suit jacket, making himself comfortable.

“Boss, Tyrone mentioned you wanted to take a shower. Feel free to use the bathroom,” I said, keeping my voice light. “As for me, I’m not great with alcohol, so I’ll head to bed now.”

Without waiting for a response, I hurried back to the bedroom, closing the door behind me. I lay on the bed, keeping perfectly still.

A few moments later, there was a light knock on the door, hesitant but expectant.

“Sabrina, are you asleep?” Mr. Allen’s voice was soft, testing the waters. “Didn’t Tyrone already talk to you about this?”

Silence filled the room.

He waited for a moment, his breathing growing heavier, then knocked again, this time louder and more insistent.

“Come on, beautiful. I’ve been in love with you for so long. Don’t worry—I’ll treat you well in the future,” he said, his words thick with desire.

When no response came, his patience snapped. He pushed the door open with a loud bang, laughing triumphantly.

“Finally, fast asleep, just like I hoped,” he muttered, stepping into the room. “Tyrone’s little potion works like a charm. All these years of helping him climb the ladder finally paid off.”

Standing over me, he didn’t rush. Instead, he lingered, eyes roaming over me like a predator savoring its prey.

“Sabrina, these gorgeous legs of yours—I’ve been dreaming about them for ages,” he murmured, his tone sickeningly affectionate. “Your husband’s quite the generous guy, you know. At first, I only had a passing desire for you. But that day, he came to me on his own. He offered you in exchange for a promotion.”

Mr. Allen’s eyes gleamed with lust and malice.

“And you? You must have agreed to this, didn’t you?” he sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. “You’ll see just how strong a real man can be.”

Tears streamed silently down my face. I’d thought Tyrone had been coerced, that Mr. Allen had used his power to force him into this arrangement.

But no—this was all Tyrone’s idea. He had willingly handed me over for his own gain.

My heart shattered.

Mr. Allen, like a starved wolf, tore off his clothes in a frenzy, his bloodshot eyes locked on me as he moved closer.

“Let’s all congratulate Tyrone for becoming the new general manager of the sales department!”

In the conference room, Mr. Allen and the other senior executives were gathered for the announcement. Applause and polite congratulations filled the air, though whispers of discontent rippled through the crowd.

Tyrone stood at the front, confidently recounting his career journey. Some employees exchanged skeptical looks, but no one dared to speak up—after all, everyone knew how close he was to Mr. Allen.

As the murmurs continued, the door suddenly opened.

I walked in, a folder clutched in my hands.

“Sweetheart, what are you doing here?” Tyrone asked, his surprise evident as his eyes locked on me.

Ignoring him, I stepped forward and placed a stack of documents on the table for everyone to see.

“I came to give you a surprise,” I said, my voice calm but firm. “I’m pregnant.”