Semua Bab Married To My Ex-fiance's Boss: Bab 1 - Bab 5

Lena POV Easter weekend was supposed to be perfect. A dreamy proposal, a romantic getaway in the Maldives, and a future sealed with love. That was the plan. My plan. But instead of champagne and rose petals, I found myself standing frozen outside my boyfriend’s office, staring through the slightly ajar door at a scene that shattered everything. Alicia, his assistant was sprawled across his desk, her perfectly manicured nails digging into his shoulders, her head thrown back in a dramatic gasp. And Ethan, my boyfriend of three years, was between her legs, his shirt unbuttoned, his belt undone, and his hands gripping her thighs as if she were the most precious thing in the world. The same hands that had held mine just last night, promising a future. My heart didn’t just break. It combusted. I must have made a sound because Ethan’s head snapped up, his blue eyes widening in horror. "Lena—" I didn’t wait to hear the rest. My vision turned red, my legs carried me out of there

Lena POVThe car ride was suffocatingly silent.I clutched my phone, Ethan’s message burning a hole through the screen. My mind was an absolute mess.A few hours ago, I’d been planning a romantic Easter proposal and a Maldives getaway. Now, I was fake-engaged to Ares Kincaid, Ethan’s boss, and sitting in the back of his luxurious car like some kind of twisted Cinderella. Ares sat beside me, one leg crossed over the other, exuding effortless control. He glanced at my phone. "You’re not going to reply?" I stiffened. "Why do you care?" He smirked. "I don’t. Just curious how you plan to handle your ex." I stared at Ethan’s message again. We need to talk. Now. I could almost hear his voice. Demanding. Arrogant. Like he still had the right to my time. Disgustingly Pathetic. I locked my phone and tossed it into my purse. "He can wait." Ares looked amused. "Good girl."Something about the way he said it sent an unwelcome shiver down my spine. I turned toward him, arms crossed. "Where

Lena POV Later in the evening, after Ares’ security had swept the apartment for any potential threats, I found myself sitting on his ridiculously comfortable couch, sipping a glass of wine and trying to process everything that had happened. The engagement. The news article. The threat. Everything was all happening too fast. Ares, on the other hand, looked completely at ease. He was sitting across from me, scrolling through his phone, his expression unreadable. "How are you so calm about all this?" I finally asked. He looked up, one brow arched. "Because panicking won’t change anything." I let out a frustrated sigh. "This might be normal for you, but I don’t usually get death threats in my messages." He smirked. "You should feel honored. Someone out there thinks you’re important enough to be threaten." I rolled my eyes. "Gee, thanks. But that doesn't make me feel so much better " Before he could respond, the doorbell rang. Ares’ easy demeanor shifted instantly. He stood up,