Todos los capítulos de Secret of the CEO (Marshall Boys Series) Book I: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Pov: KaydenI look at Zara resting on the couch with a silly smile on her face. Walking over I ask, “What happened?”“I was reading the piece of a news article that was published on the promotion of our new series. We even made jokes about each other, like how I’m clumsy and nobody thinks of me as a woman on the set. Everybody laughed and the promotion was successful. The host was happy to question us, there were cheers and Linda was pissed at my popularity that’s a bonus that I got. Most importantly the director praised me personally and said I have a lot of potential in the future.”She shows me the article on the phone and I smile sweeping a glance across it. She was so easily satisfied.We retreat to our room. Zara opened her wardrobe, took out her pajamas, and went to the bathroom for a shower. After a while, she yells from inside. “Kayden, who bought these pajamas? Why are they see-through?”“Huh?” See-through?“They are almost translucent.”I frown and open the wardrobe to take

Pov: KaydenMonica stood before us looking from me to Zara and back. Although she was shocked to see us there, she still smiled and conveniently stepped between Zara and me, pulling my arm.“Kay… What are you holding? Let me have a look.” She stretched her hand towards the beautiful packing which had the shops name ‘Carving Time’ on it. I didn’t even notice the shop’s name. My whole attention was on Zara and how excited she looked.I subconsciously evaded Monica. “It’s nothing.”Monica stiffened but then pursed her lips. “Didn’t you bring anyone along? Why are you carrying this? Give it, I’ll do it.”“No need.” I tell her straight.For some reason I didn’t want anyone to see this. It was something that Zara and I shared and seemed private.Monica doesn’t protest but silently glares at Zara who in return just sighs. I don’t know what Zara did to make Monica detest her so much. But then again, it would be even more weird if she liked Zara.“Why are the two of you here?”“We just had din

Pov: ZaraKayden returns to the room and I couldn’t even dare to look at him. I constantly evaded his gaze.“On that day, why did you and your manager go to the hotel Ken was staying at?”I raise my head before pausing. I thank god for him changing the topic. Things would have gotten really awkward. “Oh, Kai invited everyone from the production. So I brought Yvette with me. Kai said it’s your family’s hotel.”He sat down in deep thought. I don’t know what he’s thinking but he suddenly asked about that day out of the blue. “Why did you start asking about this all of a sudden?”“It’s nothing. Go to sleep.” He smiles.“Okay.” I didn’t give this much thought.The next day, I see an increase in my followers on Instagram and Twitter.A lot of people love my character and sympathized with her. The character was considerate of others in every aspect, was easygoing and dashing, and never dragged things out. But she would always get hurt in the end.Due to this, all the attention on the main fe

Monica was shocked. But I continue, “I'm sorry. I don't want to waste any more of your time. I've already taken away so many years from you, and I've taken enough. I can't marry you. As long as I'm not cured, I won't be able to touch you. You'll suffer every day with me. Your family never approved of us, and there's really no future for us. It's because I was too selfish that I was with you..." She was shaking and went pale as she stares at me in disbelief. But I know I cannot even hold her at such a time. “You’ve been with me even up until my marriage; you’re only wasting time, Monica. Let’s break up…” I could not bear to look at her. It has been so many years we were together. I stood up ready to leave when she unexpectedly grabs my hand tugging it. “Kayden, don’t leave. Don’t leave.” She wails. I close my eyes. “Let go. Once you are with someone new, you’ll forget about us.” "No way, how can I forget? You were my one and only for all these years. You've become my whole life, K

POV Kayden When I returned home, I put down my things and asked the maid, “Where’s my wife?”She hesitated for a moment, then pointed toward the backyard. “Madam is… washing the car.”Washing the car? I couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.I made my way to the backyard and there she was, Zara, scrubbing away at the car with such focus and energy that she almost looked like a professional. I stood there for a moment, just watching her. She was so absorbed in what she was doing, her skirt partially soaked, sweat forming droplets on her forehead. She wasn’t concerned about how she looked or the sun beating down on her. She was just… happy. There was something infectious about her joy, something that lifted my own mood just by watching her.The maid must have noticed my expression, because she quietly said beside me, “Madam never puts on airs with us. She even helps with our work. She’s such a nice person.”I smiled at that, appreciating the sentiment, but my attention was still on Zara.