บททั้งหมดของ Is this love, Mr CEO?: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

NAVY'S POVIn the heat of Tabitha's madness, my eyes wandered the room, landing on a glint of sparkly light across the shelf. With hesitant steps, I advanced towards it, my fingers trembling as I reached out for it. Rosé had abandoned her ring, and for some reason, seeing that ring ached my heart.Guilt twisted my insides, contorting my features into a relentless clash against my conscience, reminding me that I was in no position to be disappointed that she had left her wedding band.“But she is always leaving something behind!” I fumed.My whole house suddenly felt stifled, leaving me grappling for air. Unable to stand the suffocation, I quietly walked away with no particular destination in mind, but somehow I found myself in the garage, sitting in my car. My fingers shook with lack of confidence as I fumbled my phone. Each digit held a weight of its own, pulling down my resolve. Minutes stretched into eternity and I sat staring at my screen without the confidence to press the dia

NAVY’S POVWith each passing moment, the silence at the other end stretched on until the phone chimed with a familiar voice."Hello, son!""Mother..." I muttered, "I need your help!"“What about?” Mother’s voice resounded with urgency and the words suddenly became too embarrassing to say.How could I call step-mother against my birth mother without making any attempts.“Baby clothes shopping,” I lied, “I’ll let you know when we are ready…”“Navy, I won’t be waiting by the phone for us to go shopping. Make it sooner!” She quipped, excitement evident in her voice.After ending the call, I slipped back into my phone and went back to Tabitha. As I drew closer, she grabbed a bunch of clothes and tossed them into the fire.“What are you doing, Tabitha?!” I demanded,“Stop it right now!” I roared.Tabitha jumped, startled by my sudden outburst.“Why are you burning my files?!” I bellowed,“They don’t have your name on it.” Tabitha responded.“So what then are you burning?” I demanded, “Tha

NAVY’S POV“You don’t seriously expect me to jump on your dirty sham, do you?”“Come on, Cecilia, what do you have to lose…”“My pride, Navy. You want me to be a stand-in girlfriend so that you can tame your mother… for what? So that you’ll go bring back your wife? Do you know how dumb that would make me look?““Didn’t we already agree on this? You know you want Darcy, go for him…”“You are right,” Cecilia cut in, “I was sleeping with Darcy for a while, but it wasn’t anything serious.” She breathed, her voice shaky from a racing heart.“Well then, you could try him?”“I don’t…” Cecilia’s voice faltered as she turned away, “I don’t want him, Navy. I want you, I always want you. I won’t have any stability with Darcy, no future, just vibes and live-by-the-moments.”“I can’t do this for you Navy without wanting it to be real. I’m sorry… go fight your battles alone. Or go call Maya Sergio, whoever that is…”“It’s my stepmother!” I blurted out, regretful the instant it left my lips but it

Rosé’s POVThe sad rays of sun on an odd winter morning sieved into the curtains of the hotel suite. I stirred away from it, seeking a shield for my face.I settled in a comfortable curl position cuddling my elongated stomach.The image of me on that billboard in Paris sent daunting chills to my spine.What if he recognized me? Would he come in search of me?Who will take care of my daughter?I quickly shrugged away such thoughts and jolted out of bed. The dining area had turned into my makeshift office. It turned out guest blogging wasn't as easy as expected. It's a competition. You must fight to be featured on the day's articles on the website. That's how you make money. The last two days had been a struggle. My articles died the instant I put them out.I was brimming with pent-up frustration and stress. Not being able to detect what I was doing wrong made me feel inadequate. Fear gripped me as I wondered if this was the end of my career. I was bad at the one thing I thought I

NAVY’S POVWinter in Washington had dragged on a wee bit longer than usual.The piece inspired by Elodie had received recognition from all over the globe. Every time, I signed the production of a new batch, guilt tugged at the back of my mind- today wasn’t any different. As I signed each of the next hundred coats to be released this week, a familiar pang of guilt knotted in my stomach. I reassured myself that it was okay. Still, it was barely enough to hold me back from setting up a press release. Despite the fact that ‘Elodie’ was one of my most successful designs in my career, I decided to end it.“This is the last release for Elodie.” I declared firmly. Soft murmurs and protests erupted in the conference room, “what?! Why? Can he do that? Thousands of people have their order waiting.” Both the press and VARDE’s workers were saying the same thing.A wry smile graced my lips as I scanned across the room. “Not one of you is wearing the trench coat on, yet you object to my decisi