Semua Bab Married To His Billionaire Boss: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Nova’s POVThe office was quieter than normal.Not in the still, fruitful manner, but in the thick, somber manner silence descends after a storm has made its mark. Following the Shari debacle, the air was electric. Those who once whispered behind keyboards now made a point to make unnecessary eye contact a thing of the past. People stopped speaking when I passed by their stations and where there had been wicked smirks or accusatory stares, there now existed cordial nods and obligatory acknowledgments.It was not respect in its purest sense, but it was fear disguised as respect and for the time being, I had settled.I sat at my desk, flipping through pages of the quarterly reports. My office was bathed in a harsh angle of sunlight, the brims of my desk hot against my forearms. I didn't wear makeup, didn't wear jewelry, did not wear anything fancy, a cream shirt, and ironed navy pants, but the way people reacted to me now, you could imagine I was encased in armor.Maybe I was.My fin

Nova’s POVI stayed in the car longer than I should have after the driver had dropped me off.Just breathe, I told myself. Just breathe and go. But my body refused. Fear did that to you, you took even the most mundane movements and turned them into impossibly hard things. My face trapped in the window stared back at me with a woman I did not recognize: serene on the outside, breaking on the inside.Because tonight I had decided that I was going to stand up.Something real. Something that scared me.I was not going to let Naomi's toxic little veiled threats shake my very core, no longer. Being reminded of her smug smile at our last meeting made something frigid tighten up inside me. But I could not quite suppress the gentle horror eating away at my chest either. She was plotting something.And if I did not take it upon myself to address it first, if Levi heard it from someone else, it could kill everything.So I drew a deep breath and pushed open the door. The scent of gardenias fil

Levi’s POV The reports had been signed and neatly stacked on my desk, corners aligned just the way I had ever since I was a child, tantamount to habits of compulsive training Nova teased about. I hunched in my chair, massaging the now-familiar ache between my shoulder blades from hunching over contracts all day. I grabbed my keys and phone, finally ready to call it a night. The day's workload rested on my shoulders, not just the paperwork, but all of it. I was already missing Nova after being away for only ten hours. I settled into the driver's seat of my vehicle, adjusted the rearview mirror out of habit, and turned the key. The familiar growl was soothing after the antiseptic quiet of the office. I rolled out of the parking lot into the spreading dusk, observing city lights flicker to life like scattered stars.All I could wish for now was to go home, maybe get some Thai food as neither of us had probably eaten a decent meal today, and snuggle my wife for a couple of hours with

Nova's POV"You have 2 minutes left before everything goes south."That was the last message I got from an unknown number last night. A message I had received throughout this week at this exact time but nothing ever happens.The house was extremely quiet.Levi was finally resting after nearly a whole day of struggling with the fever. I had spent the morning sitting next to him, feeding him warm broth, changing his clothes, and attempting to ignore my chest squeezing with each passing second.The way he had leaned on me when he sat up, the relieved smile on his face considering how exhausted he was, it all felt like borrowed time now.I could not maintain it anymore, I was stalling. Every opportunity to confess slipped through my fingers like grains of sand. I told myself I was waiting for the right time but maybe on a different level, I was just afraid there was not one. .My phone buzzed on the coffee table.The ring cut through the silence like a blade. I turned and grabbed it in a

Nova's POVThe world had never felt so quiet and loud all at once.I sat curled on the edge of the bed, the same bed that had held so much warmth only hours ago—now cold, stiff with the weight of tension. My arms wrapped tightly around my knees, trying to make myself smaller, trying to make everything else smaller. But I couldn't. The noise was everywhere. In the news. On social media. In my head. Even in the spaces between my heartbeats, where panic lived and breathed.The video kept replaying on every platform. Muted clips of Jace and me, drunk and messy at some hotel party from years ago. Before Levi. Before I ever knew what real love could feel like. The footage was grainy, clearly old, but someone had worked overtime to make it appear fresh—the timestamp manipulated, the context stripped away like skin from bone. Still, the narrative was twisted—deliberately framed to look recent. Like a betrayal. Like I had been hiding an affair.My name was trending, not in the way it ever s