Semua Bab Married to my ex-husband's boss: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Elle's POVI quietly and quickly picked up my clothes scattered on the ground of the hotel room. I felt dirty and ashamed of myself. But I knew that the deed had already been done and there was no going back.“It's for Richard's sake,” I kept chanting in my head to rid myself of the guilt that I just cheated for the first time in my seven years of marriage. After getting dressed, I glanced once more at the sleeping man on the ruffled bed before stepping out of the hotel room. He was the new manager that joined the company a few months ago, a handsome bachelor who I had to lead on so I could get my hands on the promotion that my husband needed so badly. Speaking of my husband, Richard must be waiting for me to give him the good news; that I had successfully done what he asked.I arrived home tired and walked straight to the bedroom assuming that Richard was in there since I couldn't find him anywhere else in the house. I stepped into the room and color drained from my face when I saw

ELLE's POV“What?” I blurted out in shock. Everything was taking a really sharp turn and I couldn't help but wonder if I was dreaming.“I know this is a lot and I'm sorry for adding that last part in but I can't hold it in anymore, Elle. I'm in love with you and I want nothing more than to have you for the rest of my life. You can take as long as you want to process everything, I'll be right here waiting for you no matter how long” He assured with a genuine smile.How was this happening? I was expecting everything else but this… a marriage proposal?!To think that I got divorced yesterday to be asked for marriage today. How ironic!“Last night…” I was beginning to say when he cut me off.“Yes, last night was all my fault. I was so sad about my grandfather's passing that I drank too much and we got intimate. It was not my intention but I don't regret it either, Elle. I had the best night except I was too drunk to remember much about it” he chuckled but dimmed it down when he noticed I

CElle's POV "Huff... Ugh... Uhh..." Those were the sounds that filled my head as I ran through the alley. It was accompanied by the noise from my feet slamming to the ground as I ran as fast as I could.I turned back, but I couldn't see anything. It was completely dark, just like the road before me. It was always dark.But I knew he was there. He was always hidden by the darkness, and I could never see him coming."Nuella! Nuella!" A loud growl echoed from behind me.He was close. So close I could feel his breath against my neck.That was when I saw it—the police station. I was close to my haven. I was about to step onto the clearing of the parking lot when someone grabbed my hair and yanked me backward."I told you I would find you," He whispered hot breath into my ears. "You can never run away from me my little princess."A chill ran down my spine as his cold lips placed a hard kiss on my cheek."I'll always find you.""Argh!" I screamed, jerking up from bed. I got off the bed

Raymond's POV I was sitting in the chair at the head of the huge mahogany table, hoping for the meeting to end as soon as possible. Mara was halfway through her pitch on Project Synergy. Her voice kept resounding in my ears, backed by a slideshow of graphs that looked like every other graph I’d seen in the last decade. “…which means our market entry window is narrow but optimal,” she said, a laser pointer circling a bar chart. I leaned back in my chair as I found myself watching a single bird glide past the window—lucky bastard. It wasn't like I hated board meetings, just that I wasn't in the mood for this one. Not when she was on my mind. I kept thinking about what happened in the morning. I still couldn't believe I had called her Nuelle. That was stupid of me. I had suggested breakfast to help clear her mind and try to make her let it go. The truth was, I wasn't ready for her to find out who I was. And I never might be. “Mr. Jefferson?” Mara’s voice cut through my thought

Elle’s POVI grabbed my phone and started listing things to pick up after work: his favorite wine, imported from Italy, and other ingredients needed to make something special for him. He liked aged cheddar with dark grapes. His favorite food was steak with rosemary and garlic. And for dessert, he always chose the chocolate cake from a small bakery that reminded him of his childhood.I paused, my fingers hovering above the screen as I thought of the words, "his childhood." That was one of the few things he never talked about.I shook the thought away.Tonight wasn’t for questions. Tonight was for us.Even if part of me still feared that the name "Nuelle" had opened a door that could never be closed again… I would leave that mystery for another time.For once in my life, I wanted to enjoy what I had—before it slipped through my fingers.***I had gotten home a few hours ago to get everything set. I had also given the employees in the house a night off. I didn't want anything or anyone