All Chapters of Married to my Ex-Fiance's Boss: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

ClaireDid I just receive a dirty slap? My breath came in short as the lights dimmed and the spotlight shone on her.Just as elegantly as she had acted before, she turned and swung her waist this way and that while Alex followed her behind.A wildfire of anger spread through me, adding more flames to my cheeks.“This can't be real,” my mind raced as I tried to process the drama that just unfolded.Was this some kind of joke? I stood in silence, seething as their shadow faded away from sight.Could this have happened or was I in some wonderland where heart-rending slaps were given as late-hour dinner?My brain throbbed in heaviness.I reverted my red eyes to where the receptionist sat. She was still engrossed in her work."Are you alright?" A voice startled me.I took my hands down and my fist clenched and trembled with rage.Sophia slapped me? The light, feathery steps drew near to me and rounded his hands on my neck, weighing in on my short frame.His cologne drove straight to my te

Giancarlo"I want to believe you're pulling my legs," I whispered, my stomach churning."I'm not. He just called to tell me that he's on his way to the Maldives," Enzo said, pocketing his phone and giving me the what-are-you-going-to-do-look. "I don't know," I replied and turned the door knob. I was already drained. It would do much good if I was just given enough time to tend to Clara's wounds. "Just help him lodge successfully and keep me updated.” I said weakly ."And," I continued, pressing my eyelids tight. "Don't let Grandpa hear about what I did. Don't let the news stay more than an hour”Fear gnawed in my throat. Why did he have to come?"It's 1: 35pm," Enzo said."What was he thinking about flying this late?" I wondered out loud, trying to muster as much calm as I could.My head banged in frustration and my feet could no longer hold me."He probably used the jet. What should I do for you?" He asked gently, his eyes as gray as a cloudy sky."Help me," the words slid as weak a

Giancarlo"Oops," Sophia's voice sizzled through the room. "I should get going. We have to prepare to talk business shouldn't we?" She pulled herself up, arranged her skimpy gown and walked out the door.I was bristling with anger, sick and ready to die. How best was I going to explain myself? The scenario was crafted beautifully enough to be believable that without concrete evidence, the case couldn't be won in court.Even with the best lawyers, I didn't think there was a way to pull out of the tunnel of mess.My phone rang and I cringed at the caller. "Grandpa Ettore? What did he want? Of all times to call?" The questions flowed through me, stifling me.I felt my brain shift from its position. Dramas just couldn't end, could they?"Good morning, Grandpa," I folded my anger into a ball of waiting happiness. Grandpa must know nothing about my mood."And what could ever be good about the morning?" His aged voice boomed the speaker and bit my ears into pieces. I drew the phone away fro

Giancarlo "Did something happen?" I voiced out my nagging thoughts, casting a glance at Theodore who returned the favor with a machete-gaze.There was a time when I once loved him like a brother. But sadly, the love had evaporated quickly. Why? Because I had loved him too much and placed all my trust in him.The betrayal had hit harder because he was the closest to my heart. Him not believing me and joining the multitude to torment me was dagger-stab painful.If I had been told that my best friend would become my archenemy in the future, I wouldn't have accepted the ideology.Scaring the hurtful bullying from high school away from my memory, I caressed Claire's hair. I'd missed the texture even when it wasn't up to hours since we parted. It was so warm to feel."Did he say something?" My companion stirred. Anger had not failed to stand by me through the few hours of my existence on the Maldives island. "Well, some rubbish that made no sense," the reply came satisfyingly, putting to

Giancarlo "Did I just hear you correctly?" My heart puffed in anger, as my thoughts evaporated swiftly."Who chose the partnerships?" My chest boiled like hot water, igniting my entire being as I gave the manager a heated stare."Mrs. Bennet," the resort manager said and I looked at Claire. She was a “miss” and I struggled to connect the confusing dots.Who was this mysterious Bennett?"Was it Elizabeth?" I asked."It's probably my mom," Claire replied, the unexpected announcement leaving me speechless.“But how?” I managed to make out half the question I wished to ask."Yeah. How could she have made the choice herself?” She said it fully. “Certainly there must be someone more powerful," she said suspiciously, tilting her head to the left."Ettore Caruso," I said the name as soon as it rang in my head, my jaw tightening with exasperation.Shit. I scratched my head in frustration. What was he playing at? Wasn't coming to the resort enough trouble?What did he stand to gain by fixing