Semua Bab DEAR EX-HUSBAND, YOUR BOSS IS MINE : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Lucia’s POV “Harry, what are you doing?” My breath hitched, panic rising fast. I didn’t even have the strength to resist the officers—this was surreal, like a twisted dream I couldn't wake up from. Harry merely adjusted his tie, his face devoid of any remorse. “Make sure she spends time in jail, officers. She also harassed my wife here. Please restrain her and keep her away from us.” “No, I didn’t do any of that!” I shook my head wildly, desperation clawing at my throat. *This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening.* But they didn’t listen. Fear took hold, my pulse hammering in my ears. *I can’t go to jail. I didn’t do anything.* My body moved on instinct, struggling against the officer’s grip, but my strength was slipping. I was sick—how would I survive behind bars? “No! There’s a mistake somewhere!” My voice cracked as I pleaded with the officers, but they didn’t pause, didn’t even glance at me with an ounce of sympathy. I turned to Harry, searching his face for somethin

Lucia’s POV I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my face pale, my eyes hollow. Hope was slipping away, dissolving into the same darkness that had swallowed everything else. How was I supposed to walk into work today, knowing I might see Tania? How could I stop myself from losing my mind at the mere sight of her? I exhaled shakily and squared my shoulders. “I can do this. We need this friggin’ job.” My voice wavered, and for a moment, I nearly broke down in tears. But I forced myself to move. I reached for the dress I had bought last night, back when I had nowhere to go, nowhere to escape the rain. I had stumbled into a hotel, drenched and desperate, trying to figure out my next move. Now, there was no more time for self-pity. Slipping out of my room, I hailed a cab and arrived at the company just in time. I was about to clock in when my phone buzzed. A message. “Meet me in my office.”My stomach twisted. Fuck. Had I done something wrong? I hurried down the hall, my heel

Lucia’s POV "We need to talk, Lucia," he whispered again, and I caught the bitter scent of desperation and stale champagne on his breath. The dim light in the hall couldn't blur the sharp, predatory glint in his eyes. My mind seethed with a thousand violent impulses, each one more tempting than the last. It wasn't fear that pinned me motionless—it was strategy. Sure, I could hurt him where it counted or fight my way to freedom and cause a scene, but the satisfaction would be fleeting and small compared to the larger devastation I had planned for him. Slowly, deliberately, Harry removed his hand from my mouth hoping I wouldn't scream. I took even longer, a slow, deliberate show of disdain, peeling his fingers from my arm one by one. The silence between us was heavy and strained, the only noise the far-off, muffled drone of the party still in full swing close by. "There's nothing we need to talk about, Harry," I said to him, my voice low, flat, and cutting—a knife wrapped in

Lucia’s POV I drank in the look of shock on Harry’s face as I stepped into the boardroom. His complexion paled like all the blood had drained from his body. For a moment, I thought he might speak, say something, do something—but he just sat there, trapped in stunned silence. Powerless. Like a man with no limbs, flailing in the middle of the ocean.To stop the satisfaction curling my lips into something dangerously close to a maniacal grin, I turned my focus to the other executives around the table. I avoided looking at Ezra altogether. Lately, there was something about him I found... impossible to ignore. And sharing a roof with him? That only made it worse. I saw a lot of him—and I do mean a lot.Last night after the party, we’d returned home, and I was in my room going over details from the event. He slipped off his blazer, revealing the crisp white shirt that clung to his chest and stretched slightly over his biceps. The sight was... distracting, to say the least. My eyes stayed g

Lucia’s POV I narrowed my eyes, the irritation flaring instantly. I kept the engine running and rolled down the window. “Get out of my way, Harry!”He didn’t budge. He stood defiant, like some wannabe revolutionary facing down a tank. His blue eyes never wavered.I slammed my hand on the horn, hard. “Move, or I swear I will knock you down!”Still, he didn’t flinch. Instead, he stepped closer to the bonnet, the breeze catching his unbuttoned suit slightly. The way his jaw tensed—God help me—it was somehow both aggravating and... hot. Which disturbed me more than I cared to admit.“You won’t dare!” Harry shouted. “You know why?”Oh, this should be good.My curiosity piqued, against my better judgment. I leaned slightly forward, eyeing him like a problem that couldn’t solve itself fast enough. The only answer I’d accept better involves my fear of serving prison time for committing vehicular manslaughter.“Because you still have feelings for me,” he said, with a smug little grin. “And we