All Chapters of Wife for Hire: Marrying My Ex-Husband's Boss: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Wisdom’s POVWe have finally arrived in the Paraiso de Rojos or the “Red Paradise”, the abode of Denver’s parents.Well, it’s obvious why it is called that: the iron gate is painted in a vibrant red color.Denver drove the car inside and the either side of the pathway is adorned with red flowers. I can see red roses, red lilies, red orchids, and other red flora.Though the main mansion is not entirely red, some parts of it, especially the roof, are accentuated with the red color.The white fountain in the center is adorned with a statuesque ivory queen-like sculpture, the ruby in its crown gleaming as soon as the sun casts its light.The place is, generally, jaw-dropping. Beautiful. Stunning.I could hear the bird chirping. The wind is singing gently, it’s cool but not so cold. This is indeed a perfect place for aged people to live because nature surrounds you.“It&rsq

Wisdom’s POV“When will I taste your lips again, Wisdom?”The bastard has still a gut to say that to me, to face me in this garden. To touch my waist with his rough, sinful hands.“Get off of me, Gerry!”But my former boss just cackled; his voice is a death bell to my ears. “When will you leave me alone?!”His nose flared as he closed the distance between us. The scent of cigarettes almost made me sneeze. His left, raspy hands crawled to my waist until it reached my chest. “I thought we have a pinkie promise that we will never be separated, hmm?”I swallowed my fear and shoved it down into my stomach where it would hopefully be digested. My feet are on the urge of fleeing away and retreating behind Verity—mom’s—back.“Thinking of running away, eh?” He glanced at my feet then to my eyes. His hand made its way beside my mouth, a few i

Wisdom’s POV“You kissed her, Denver.”“Wisdom, I am n—it’s not true. She kicked me!”“But you kissed her!” I shouted; my two fists ready to fire like a cannonball.“I didn’t,” he reasoned for the thousandth time. “I just fell on her face and—““Kissed her,” I blurted.“What do you mean by that, Wisdom?”“I rather see your face on the filthy floor than on the lips of a devil’s bitch.” Crossing my arms over my chest, I acknowledged my heart’s throbbing and my blood rising.Denver Giordano laughed nervously, breathily. “So you rather want to see my face bloodied and filled with dirt than being kissed accidentally?”I sneered. “Which part of it is the accident? Falling into her face or kissing her? You could have landed on her neck or dodged her whore of

Denver’s POV“You dare bring us here to the beach despite just receiving a threatening call?!” My fiancée yelled.“That’s why I brought you here. So that we can take a breath,” I reminded her, making her cross her arms.“And what if they’re serial killers? And considering we’re on the beach, our bodies could just be thrown in the water!”I gave her a nervous, anxious laugh. “You really think that, huh?”“And why should I not?” Wisdom frowned.I looked past her, then to the sea in front of us, drenching our feet with saltwater.“Can you hear that?” I asked while slowly wrapping my arms on her shoulder.“Hear what? I only hear you talking,” she said with a chortle.I stroked her delicate skin and she leaned at my chest. “The song of the sea, the crashing waves that I only hear often. That

Denver's POV “Huh?”“You’re daydreaming—on your wedding day.”“Am I, dad?”“You fucking are!” We called you over five times and we are just standing here in front of you!”“I’m sorry. I’m just worried about Wisdom,” I said softly.“You—““Enough, honey,” mom stepped in front of dad. “Your son is just having his normal wedding anxiety.”“I wish I could believe that.”“You can. Perhaps you forget that during our wedding, you pee on your pants during the wedding vows because you might mess it up.” Mom, who secretly winked at me, clenched dad’s face and they both vanished before my sight.“Breathe, Denver. Breathe.” I shook my hand and my fingers to alleviate myself from shaking and fear.“Breathe, Denver. Breathe,