All Chapters of Married To His Billionaire Boss: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Jasmine's POVThe office was filled with the scent of cinnamon coffee and fresh ink, a scent I never realised I had been hungering for until I stepped into the building. My nameplate, newly installed over the doorway to my office, made me feel protected for the first time in weeks.The brass letters spelling out "Jasmine Miller, Founder & CEO" appeared to shine with renewed determination. As if they had been waiting for me as well to return. I was home. I was back. My own affair, my own dream.Sunlight streamed through the top windows of the reception room, bathing golden squares in the very highly polished floor. It was all just as I'd left it, the shiny new modernist furniture placed just so, the motivational posters which I'd myself selected hanging at precise angles, the miniature succulent garden by the window which Rosa would have been potting while I was away. But somehow everything seemed altered. More precious. More my own.The second I opened the door, heads swivelled. Sente

Jasmine's POV I looked at the snow globe on the shelf in front of my desk, still cradling its fragile glass curves as they warped the morning light into a prism. The couple inside danced forever in slow motion, sealed away in a whirlwind of white enchantment that appeared to glow with promise each time the sun shifted. I had said it to him myself, thoughtlessly, in one of those open, late-night conversations when walls are let down and hearts tell the truth, that I wanted something like that. A little, compact dream frozen in time, reminding me that beauty could take shape in minute worlds where love was the only fixed point. And he remembered. Not just the words, but the wistful way in which I'd said them, the awed way children creep into the voice when they talk about the perfect snow globe they had imagined as a child. He had been listening, really listening, in a way that made me realize how rarely people do actually hear the fantasies we rush out. Levi. He had not

Jasmine's POVThe question remained on my lips like a haze of cigarette smoke, something you feel but never quite grasp. I ran the edge of my wine glass with my finger, hesitating as I worked out how much I was prepared to reveal."I needed to know that I hadn't come afterthought," I said to him finally, the words tumbling out on a softer rhythm than I'd intended. "Not a person who came into your life as you fought fires I had no knowledge of. I wanted to be more than a partner, rather than some fragile bauble to your life.""I wasn't aiming to scare you off," he replied immediately, moving one step forward. "I was attempting to save you from""I know you didn't," I cut in, palm up. "But effect and intention aren't always the same, are they? You pushed me out of the way, even if that wasn't your intention. And I needed space to remember who I am to you. Outside of us."He swallowed once more, Adam's apple bobbing up and down. "And did you?"I smiled at that, the first honest-to-gosh s

Jasmine’s POV The phone rang in the middle of the morning, breaking the calm of what seemed like a normal Tuesday.I had just settled in at my desk with my second cup of coffee—the good kind, not the awful stuff from the office machine—looking at the files that had piled up from my firm’s most recent business audit. The sunlight shone through the windows, bright and warm, showing the dust floating around. For the first time in what felt like forever, I started to feel at peace. It was a feeling that suggested things might actually be okay.Then my phone started ringing. A number I didn’t know flashed repeatedly on the screen.I almost didn't answer it. My thumb was close to the decline button—I’d made it a habit to screen calls since everything with Jace fell apart. There were too many reporters and nosy people seeking gossip. But something—maybe intuition, or just my stubbornness that never let things be—pushed me to answer."Hello?""Hello, is this Jasmine Miller?" A strong, stead

JASMINE’S POVThe drive back to my parents’ house was quiet, but not tense. Just… still. A comforting silence, where words didn’t need to be said, because everything had already been felt. Levi’s hand was on the wheel, his eyes focused on the road, and every so often, I caught him glancing my way, offering that small smile I had once memorized but forgotten over time.Now, it was slowly becoming familiar again.I had told him I wanted to officially introduce him to my parents. Not as the man I used to love. Not as my sister’s ex-boyfriend. But as my husband.The man I was slowly starting to forgive.When we pulled into the driveway, I caught my reflection in the side mirror. A part of me felt like the same girl who used to sneak home late, tiptoeing through that same wooden door, trying not to wake anyone. And yet, the woman in the mirror looked older. Weathered. Wiser. Stronger. A little bruised, maybe, but definitely not broken.Levi came around to open the door for me, always the