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Secret Billionaire CEO Daughter-in-Law Soup for the Soul
*Anna*“Anna?” Grant is calling my name. My phone is on the floor next to my Louis Vuittons he doesn’t even know I own. I bend down to pick it up and sit up too fast, hitting my head on my desk.“Ouch!” My hand immediately goes to the top of my head while I fumble to get the phone back to my ear.“Anna? Are you okay?” I can hear real concern in my husband’s voice.“Yes, I’m fine,” I assure him. “I just dropped my phone and hit my head on my desk, that’s all,” I tell him, a splintering pain radiating through my skull.“Your desk?” he questions, and I suddenly realize my blunder. “You have a desk at a charity?”“Did I say desk?” I ask, panic flooding me as I try to figure out a way to take away my blunder. “I meant table. I hit my head so hard, I’ve lost all common sense. I’m in the soup kitchen, serving soup,” I tell him. “To homeless people. Here you go… Bob. Have some soup.” I’ve lost my everloving mind—again. “My hand was slick from the chicken noodle.”Grant says nothing for a mome
Secret Billionaire CEO Daughter-in-Law Go Where?
*Anna*I spend far too much time at my job giggling and acting like a silly girl with a crush. No matter how hard I try to concentrate on my work, my mind keeps wandering back to Grant. I picture how handsome he looked last night at dinner and how sweet it was for him to invite me to sleep in the bed with him. This morning when I’d gotten up, he’d looked so peaceful lying there, still sound asleep.“You sure are in a good mood,” Cliff says to me after a meeting ends in the conference room. I’m on my way back to my office, and he falls into step beside me.Shrugging, I say, “Grant took me out for dinner last night. It was really nice.”His eyebrows raise. “That’s good, though most people wouldn’t be all that thrilled to go out with their own spouse, you know?”“Yes, I know, but our relationship is different, as you know.” His comment has my smile faltering slightly, but I refuse to let the potential reality of the situation get in the way of my happy thoughts. It’s true that what happe
Secret Billionaire CEO Daughter-in-Law Smiles and Slams
*Grant*I’m whistling when I arrive at the office. It’s silly, I know, and a few people turn and look at me oddly in the hallway. But then, as soon as they realize I am me, their faces contort into ridiculous smiles because no one wants to take the risk of offending me now, not when there seems to be a chance I might actually become the next CEO.Me, the next CEO? Gosh, it’s so hard to even imagine. Yet, for once, it actually feels like it might be within my grasp.Grandmother Trudy calls us all into the conference room around 10:00, and I can’t help the goofy grin on my face when I walk in. I see my cousin Carson come in, and I look away. I don’t even want to engage with him.But he takes the seat directly across from me, so I don’t have much of a choice. “Good morning, Grant,” he says in a slightly annoyed tone. The rest of the family is slowly filtering in, and Grandmother hasn’t even joined us yet. I was a little early. It seems odd that Carson was early. He’s usually late.“Good
Secret Billionaire CEO Daughter-in-Law Good Morning Indeed
*Anna*I freeze, turning to look at Grant. It’s all I can do to keep my mouth from falling open.Did I hear my husband correctly? Did he just say he thinks I should start sleeping in the bed? Surely, I must’ve misheard him.I may regret this, but I lean in slightly and ask, “What did you say?” in as neutral a tone as I can muster.Even in the dim light cast from the small lamp on Grant’s nightstand, I can see the column of his throat bob up and down as he swallows hard. Did I embarrass him? Does he regret the statement? Maybe I misheard him. Maybe he said, “I think it’s about time you started steaming your head.”He takes a deep breath and says, “Anna, you’re my wife. It seems… strange that you sleep over there. I’m not saying that we should… do anything. And if you like sleeping over there, fine, but… if you don’t—the bed is plenty big enough for both of us.”“Oh.” I’m not exactly sure how to take that. On one hand, I’m ever so delighted that he does, in fact, want me to start sleepi
Secret Billionaire CEO Daughter-in-Law K-Pop and Zippers
*Anna*Grant continues to stare at me in such a way, I’m not sure what to do or say. It’s honestly slightly uncomfortable. It shouldn’t be. I’m glad he’s staring in a positive way. But I’m not used to it. For me, it’s much more likely for people to be gawking at me as they laugh and make fun.Especially if the person looking at me happens to have the last name of Young.“What’s good here?” I ask him, picking up my menu. “I’ve never been here before.” It’s a lie, of course, but he can’t know that.“Huh? Oh, uh… the steak was good.” He clears his throat and picks up his menu. I peruse mine, but I feel his eyes on my face again. When I lift them, he drops them down to his menu like a middle school boy caught staring at a cute girl. It almost makes me giggle. “I’m sorry,” Grant blurts, and I think he’s going to say for staring.“For what?” I ask, confused when he doesn’t continue.“For bringing you here,” he says. “I thought you would like it.”I look around, even more confused. It’s an a
Secret Billionaire CEO Daughter-in-Law I Can't Do This
*Anna*“Chez Ramiro?” I drop my head onto my desk, and my phone slips out of my hand, clanking against the side of the desk before it falls on the floor. “I’m dead.”I’m still lying like that when Poppy comes in. I hear her cheery tone say, “I have those files for you, An–oh, my goodness! What’s the matter?” She rushes over to me, and places her hand on my arm. “Are you okay?”“No, I tell her. I’m dead.”“Well, you’re clearly not dead,” she argues, the voice of reason. “Did something happen?”I let out a groan and manage to lift my head slightly. “My husband is taking me on a date tonight.”“Yes, I know. We bought a dress,” she reminds me.“Yes, but he’s taking me to my own restaurant, and I can’t be Anna Young there because they’ll know that I’m A. Savage.” My phone dings from the floor, telling me I have another text. It has to be from Grant because no one else texts me except for my mother, and her timing is never that good.“You can do this,” Poppy says, her tone sounding way more
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