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My Cold-Hearted CEO Proposed to Me
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2025-08-18 07:09:34
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Married to My Cold Hearted Boss The Morning After My Drunken Confessions
I woke slowly, my head pounding and body stiff. My eyes fluttered open, and for a few panicked seconds, I had no idea where I was. My surroundings looked… unfamiliar. Expensive. Too quiet.For some minutes, I kept looking around, trying to figure out where I was. Then it hit me. I was in Damon’s house. My mind raced backward, replaying last night—the bar, the drinks, the supposed taxi I boarded, the ranting, the confusion—and immediately my stomach churned. “Oh no, this can’t be,” I screamed.I sat up on the bed, clutching my pillow. I said to myself, “This is too much. The embarrassment is nearly suffocating. Maybe the ground should just open up and swallow me right now because there is no way I’m going to meet this man again.” I quietly packed my handbag and tried to tiptoe out, imagining myself like a secret agent sneaking out of enemy territory.Holding my heels in one hand, I peeked around the corner. The sitting room looked empty. No housekeeper in sight. The coast seemed clear.
Married to My Cold Hearted Boss Telling Secrets to the Wrong Guy
As soon as we stepped out of Grandpa’s ward, Damon turned on me, eyes dark and sharp.“Why would you agree to that?” he demanded. “Why do you want an elaborate wedding? Why did you accept when my grandpa said Jhelum wants us to get married at the biggest hotel?”I froze, clutching my bag tighter. “I……”“Who do you think you are to make decisions for me? Ohhh, because we’re married by legacy? Do you think you are my real wife? My dear, don’t forget our marriage is just a contract. You have no right to decide in this. You should just smile at my grandpa, let him believe we are married for three years, collect your money, and leave after three years,” he snapped, taking a step closer. “We agreed—just a contract marriage. Private. Nothing real. And now you are thinking of making it real. Don’t you understand that you’ve just breached our contract?”I opened my mouth to defend myself, but he didn’t give me a chance. His dark eyes bored into mine as he continued.“Do you think by making the
Married to My Cold Hearted Boss Trapped by My Cold Hearted Boss
The morning sun streamed through my room window, and I couldn’t help the flutter of excitement in my chest. Today wasn’t just any day—it was the day I officially returned to work. After a month of being sacked by my cold-hearted boss—no, maybe I should call him my husband-to-be—today he had promised me in our agreement to let me return to the company. I was finally stepping back into the world I had almost lost.I slipped into my crisp white blouse and navy skirt. A quick brush of my hair, a glance in the mirror, and I was ready.I grabbed my bag and walked to the bus stop, heart fluttering with excitement. The city woke around me, but all I could think about was stepping back into Cross Lux and finally returning to work.When I arrived at Cross Lux, the whispers started almost immediately. Colleagues who had barely looked my way before were suddenly curious.“Are you back to work, like, you’re rehired or what?” one of them asked, eyebrows raised in genuine interest.I smiled, keeping
Married to My Cold Hearted Boss My Cold-Hearted CEO Proposed to Me
By the time we stepped out of the hospital, my brain was in overdrive. Grandpa’s sudden insistence on marriage had thrown me off balance, and I could feel Damon walking a few steps ahead, his tall, broad shoulders rigid as ever, clearly irritated.“I just don’t get him. Why is he so obsessed about seeing me getting married? Isn’t finding a girlfriend enough?” he muttered under his breath, voice low but sharp.I slowed my pace, careful not to look too eager, though inside, my thoughts were spinning. Grandpa had dropped a bomb, and now we were walking into… whatever this was.“How about,” Damon said abruptly, “we get married truthfully?”I glanced at him, eyebrows raised. “Married? How? Isn’t this supposed to be all about being your contract girlfriend only? Then why getting married now?”He looked at me, still maintaining his cold boss aura. “$50k.”“For what?” I said, looking a little confused.“I’ll give you an extra fifty thousand dollars if you agree to this. I’ll upgrade your life
Married to My Cold Hearted Boss My Cold Boss’s Grandpa Wants Me as His Wife
By the time we stepped into the hospital, I was already rehearsing in my head what to say.Smile. Be polite. Don’t say anything that makes me sound like a gold digger. And whatever you do, Ayla, don’t trip over the IV stand like last time you visited someone here. My first and main goal is to act well and make his grandfather believe we are a couple.Damon walked ahead, as usual—tall, silent, and radiating that don’t-talk-to-me energy.I slowed down near the nurses’ station, clutching the small paper bag I’d brought along. Inside was my secret weapon — the very thing that would either make his grandfather love me… or think I was an idiot.We reached the room. Damon knocked once, then pushed the door open.Old Mr. Cross — Damon’s grandfather — was propped up on the hospital bed, wearing one of those thin patient gowns, but somehow managing to look like the kind of man who used to give orders no one dared refuse. His sharp eyes darted from Damon… to me.“Oh,” he said, his lips curving.
Married to My Cold Hearted Boss The Awkward Ride
Ayla’s Room I had barely laid my head down when my phone lit up — Damon Cross flashing across the screen. Curious and a little wary, I answered. “Hello, Mr. Cross.” No greeting in return. His voice was low, steady, and businesslike, but with an edge I didn’t expect. “My grandfather wants to see you. He’s here with me now.” I blinked, caught off guard. “Oh… okay. I wasn’t expecting—” “Be cautious,” Damon interrupted smoothly, his tone firm but not unkind. “He’s listening.” His words snapped me back. The sudden pressure of the moment made me swallow the rest of what I was about to say. I bit my lip, suddenly aware this wasn’t a casual chat. “Of course.” “So,” he continued, “be ready tomorrow. I’ll pick you up.” A pause hung between us. I hesitated, then decided on something—something that might seal the act, convince his grandfather. “All right, babe… I’ll be expecting you,” I whispered, softer than I meant to, hoping the words would sound genuine enough over the line. I was j
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