Lahat ng Kabanata ng Being Mr CEO's Bride: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

William's POV As the car rolled out of Jessica's neighbourhood, I kept one hand pressed against the leather armrest, and the other was a fist against my knee. My thoughts spiralled. Kaelia Bennett.George's daughter.My niece. These words would not stop echoing in my head. For a long time, I had thought that every part of George was erased. But somehow, Jessica had managed to keep a piece of him alive. She had carried it, nurtured it, and raised it into the girl whom my son was now in love with.And Kaelia…I rubbed my thumb and index finger down the bridge of my nose, dragging in a sharp breath. She didn't look anything like him.She rather looked like a carbon copy of her mother. But there were pieces – tiny fragments – of George in her eyes. How had I not noticed until a few days ago?Her existence threatened everything I’d built.Another Montgomery heir. I leaned back into the seat and let out a low, humourless laugh, “George, you bastard. Even in death, you haunt me.”Th

Kaelia's POV I awoke to the same heaviness that had been in my chest all week. Sleep was supposed to settle me, wasn't it? But all I got was restless turning and tossing. My mind constantly replayed fragments of Freddy's voice, the look on his face when he left the apartment that day. It had been a week and five days since then, and I'd heard not a word from him. It seemed like months, maybe even years.I told myself I did not care. It did nig matter. I told myself he hated me anyway. But deep down, the truth gnawed at me like a parasite feeding on my soul.The truth was I cared. I cared too much, even.With a heavy sigh, I rolled out of bed and pulled the curtains open, the morning lights spilling into my room. I knew it was only a while before mom came knocking on my door if I was not out yet. I looked out of the window, and my eyes landed on a car parked across the street.It was not unusual. All the time, people park outside the building.But there was something about this on

Kaelia's POV By morning, I made myself a promise. I was not going to touch Freddy's money.Using it would only be admitting his thoughts – that I was only ever there for money.And I was not. I needed to prove that to him. To myself. To everyone who mattered.So, I got dressed, put on the only blazer I hadn’t worn into complete wrinkles, and stepped outside with a stack of freshly printed résumés tucked under my arm. I was going to find a job. The first stop was a boutique hotel tucked downtown. The receptionist's smile tightened as soon as she saw me.“Hello. Good morning.” I started trying to sound more confident than I actually was. “I saw the posting online for a front desk associate. I have experience at the Montgomery Grand and I –”The receptionist – Anne, I knew by her tag – didn’t let me finish. She gave me one long look and I just knew she recognised me from the internet. “You’re… you’re that girl, aren’t you?” she muttered, looking at me accusatorily. “I…I just came t

Kaelia's POV The bell above the coffee shop door chimed the moment I pushed it open.Once, it had been a welcoming sound – part of the rhythm of my day when I worked here before I met Lilyanna and before everything fell apart.But today – my first day of work as the assistant manager – it felt like an alarm that was announcing my arrival to the world. She's here. The scandal. The liar. The face from the video.I hesitated at the door frame, wondering if this was all worth it and if I should go back home and sulk instead.At least that was the safer option, I thought as my grip around the strap of my bag tightened. But then I reminded myself why I was here – why I had decided to do this at all.Because I wasn’t going to live off Freddy’s money. Because I wasn’t going to be defined by whispers and lies. Because I wasn’t going to let the world decide that I was weak.Besides, how would I tell TJ that I had changed my mind about the job when we had already celebrated? So, I forced my w

Kaelia's POV As the days wore on, the hum of the espresso machine became a kind of music to me. My first few days back at the coffee shop had been both exhausting and rewarding. Every time I straightened my manager’s badge on my apron, I felt that small spark of pride. No matter what people whispered about me outside these walls, in here, I had responsibility, purpose.As usual, I arrived early in the morning, long before the staff clocked in. I liked it that way because it gave me time to check the schedules, review supply deliveries, and do other duties before the rush began. By the time the baristas started coming in, I was already reviewing the morning orders. “Morning, Kaelia,” One of the you gest baristas, Elena, said to me as she tied her apron, “We’re low on oat milk again. And someone forgot to restock the lids last night.”I liked her because she reminded me so much of Rachelle. They even had the same hair. I made a mental note to check on Rachelle. She had not reached