บททั้งหมดของ The Untouchable Boss: I Quit Being Your Wife: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Riley’s POVI was so fired. Jax Maddox was currently standing in the middle of a press conference, surrounded by reporters and flashing cameras, looking like he was two seconds away from committing murder. And I was the reason why. Let’s rewind. It all started with an email. A simple, harmless email. Jax had a scheduled charity meet-and-greet with fans at a fancy rooftop lounge in the city. Easy, right? All I had to do was confirm it. But somewhere between dodging Jax’s unreasonable demands and trying not to have a mental breakdown over how distractingly attractive Leo Carter was, I—well… I accidentally sent confirmation for the wrong date. So now, instead of Jax meeting a few VIP fans in a controlled, private setting… He was standing alone in front of hundreds of screaming tennis fans, shoved into an impromptu press conference at an open venue, with zero preparation. Oops. I watched from the sidelines as reporters bombarded him with questions. "Jax, any thoughts

Riley’s POVBy the time the match ended, Jax looked like he was ready to break something. Preferably Leo’s face. Unfortunately for him, Leo had won. And Leo? Well, he looked way too pleased with himself. I was still processing everything when Leo turned to me with a grin that could sell millions in toothpaste commercials. "Looks like I owe you breakfast, Riley," he announced, spinning his racket before tucking it under his arm. I blinked. "Wait—what?" Jax, still gripping his own racket like he might snap it in half, scoffed. "That wasn’t the deal." Leo raised an eyebrow. "Technically, there wasn’t a deal at all since you didn’t agree to any of my terms as you usually do.” He paused. “But since I won, I figured I’d treat Riley to breakfast. You know, as a gentleman should." I stared at him, then at Jax, whose jaw twitched like he was actively deciding whether or not to argue. To my surprise, he didn’t. Instead, he rolled his shoulders and muttered, "Do whatever you wa

Riley’s POVThe room was more than I had expected. The tiles shone so bright I could almost see myself inside of it. The chandeliers were all coated with gold bulbs. My throat bobbed as I swallowed my spit when we entered. People turned in our direction, their eyes widening when they looked down to see Jax’s hand intertwined with mine. Some of them turned their faces away, unable to hide their disgust of him being with someone like me at such a fancy event.Well, it wasn’t just them that felt like I was out of place. I felt it too. I looked forward, trying to hold myself together. My skin felt hyper conscious and I suddenly realized how tight my heels were and how light my makeup was.Maybe I should’ve used more makeup? I swallowed again, struggling to lift my head high amongst the many eyes that were boring into my soul. I turned my head to look at him, and he was in his usual element. He was flashing his white set of teeth to everyone cared enough to see it.He must’ve noticed my ey

Riley’s POV6:00amMy phone buzzed with a FaceTime call just as I was pouring cereal into a mug like the functional adult I am. I almost didn’t answer. I should’ve trusted my gut.Jax’s face filled my screen, sleek hotel lighting behind him, hair damp like he’d just finished swimming laps in gold coins.“Riley,” he greeted, voice already clipped. No hello, just straight to business.“You’re having a good time," I muttered, pushing my hair out of my face.“Observant as always.” He adjusted his screen. “Listen. Carter’s PR team pulled out at the last minute. You’re going with him.”I blinked. “I’m sorry, what?”“You heard me.”“You’re sending me on tour with Leo?” I asked slowly, like I needed to double-check I wasn’t hallucinating. “Is this punishment or a prank?”His expression didn’t shift. “His team flaked. I need someone who can handle the job. You’ve worked with me. Survived my coffee orders. My moods. You’ll survive Carter.”“Oh, well that’s comforting,” I deadpanned. “Nothing say

Riley’s POVIf I’d known this morning would start with my face plastered across celebrity gossip blogs next to Leo Carter’s stupidly handsome smirk, I would’ve stayed in bed, buried my phone in a bowl of oatmeal, and called in sick.But of course, life doesn’t work that way. I had to work because I wasn’t a nepo baby even though I'd like to be one.I knew something was wrong the moment I walked into the office and saw three of Jax's PR staff pacing the hallway like stressed-out interns before a live press conference.Not a good sign.The energy was off. Too still. Too tense. Like the calm before a very expensive, very PR-destroying storm.I barely had time to breathe before my door opened and a young lady popped her head through the doorway.“He wants to see you.” She spoke.Damn.I dropped my bag at my desk and marched straight to his office, already mentally flipping through the past twenty-four hours. What did I do? Was it because Leo and I were talking behind his back? Did that re