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Mr. Sebastian Montenegro's office was on the 30th floor. The whole place was made of glass. Cold, expensive, and intimidating. Just like the man who owns it. From up here, I could see the whole city, but I felt so small."Close the door, Ms. Alana. And lock it."His voice was deep and commanding. My hands were shaking but I did as he said. He was behind his massive desk, wearing a black suit that surely costs more than my one-year salary as his secretary. He was not even looking at me at first, he was typing on his laptop."You wanted to see me, Sir?" I asked softly.He finally looked up. His dark eyes were so sharp, so cold, I felt like he could see through my soul."I heard about your husband," he said, leaning back on his chair. "Daniel Cruz. My former employee. I fired him for being incompetent and for stealing small company funds. And now I hear he is also incompetent as a husband."My cheeks burned. "Sir, with all due respect, that is my private life. It has nothing to do with w

Chapter 4: The Jealous ExI never thought I would see Daniel again so soon.I was in the lobby of Montenegro Tower, waiting for Sebastian to finish his meeting. I was wearing the simple but elegant office dress that was in my new closet. And on my finger, the huge diamond ring was sparkling, impossible not to notice."Alana?"I froze. That voice. That voice that used to say I love you. That voice that begged me for money. That voice I cried for.I turned around. It was Daniel. He was wearing his old t-shirt and jeans. He looked shocked, tired, and thinner. Beside him was Bianca, the receptionist he cheated with. She was also shocked to see me."Alana, what are you doing here? Are you following me?" Daniel said.I laughed. I actually laughed. "Following you? Daniel, I work here. I am the executive secretary of Montenegro Corp.""Don't lie! You were fired! And what is that?" He grabbed my hand roughly and looked at the diamond ring. "What is this ring? Is this fake? Did you buy a fake r

We were standing inside Sebastian's bedroom. And it was huge. Like a hotel suite. And it had only one bed. One king-sized bed. With white silk sheets, four pillows, and a thick comforter.It was Grandma's order. We must sleep in one bed. One room. Tonight. Or else she will know our engagement is fake and she will cancel everything."So... where will you sleep?" I asked, my voice shaking, holding my small pillow.Sebastian looked at the bed, then at me. His face was red. "I will sleep on the floor," he said immediately, avoiding my eyes."What? No! This is your room! And you are my boss! I will sleep on the floor! You sleep on the bed!""No. You are my fiancee, even if it's fake. I cannot let my fiancee sleep on the floor. My Grandma will kill me if she finds out. I will sleep on the couch.""There is no couch here! Only the bed! Look!"He looked around. He was right. There was no couch. Only his huge bed, his walk-in closet, his bathroom, and a small table. No couch. Grandma really pl

"But what if it's true, Grandma? What if Sebastian really has a child?""Then ask him to prove it. Ask for a DNA test. But don't leave him just because of Daniel."I couldn't sleep that night. Sebastian stayed outside the door, sitting on the floor. I could hear him."Alana, please talk to me," he whispered through the door. "I know you are awake."I didn't answer. I hugged my pillow and cried silently. My heart was so confused.Part of me wanted to believe Sebastian. Part of me was so scared to be hurt again. I already gave my heart to Daniel before and he broke it into pieces. I don't want the same thing to happen again.But when I closed my eyes, I could only see Sebastian's face. His worried eyes. The way he looked at me when he said he loves me.Is his love real? Or am I just being foolish again?Tomorrow, I will know the truth. Tomorrow, he will find Vanessa. And tomorrow, my heart might break again.But for tonight, I will just cry. For my past, for my present, and for my uncer

The next day after the hospital, everything was quiet at home. Daniel never came back. Vanessa sent me a long message, saying sorry again. I didn't reply. I needed time.Sebastian was so sweet to me. He cooked breakfast for me and Grandma. He didn't go to work. He just stayed at home to make sure I was okay."Alana," he said while we were eating. "I want to talk to you."My heart beat fast. "What is it?"He held my hand across the table. "Alana, I know we have been through a lot. Daniel, Vanessa, the baby... I know you are tired. And I know you might still be scared to trust love again."I looked at him. He was so handsome, even in just a simple white t-shirt."But Alana," he continued, his eyes sincere. "I want you to know that I am serious about you. I don't care about your past. I don't care that you are divorced. I love you. And I want to spend my life with you. Not as your boss. But as your husband."I dropped my spoon. "What?"Grandma, who was listening, almost choked on her cof