Semua Bab Falling in Love with my cocky boss: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Sarah's POVThe message came just before noon cutting through the rhythm of my day like a whisper from a storm I thought I’d avoided.“Meet me at your regular spot. It’s important. Damian.”My fingers hovered over the screen longer than I’d like to admit. I stared at the words until they blurred, until even his name looked unfamiliar, like something I’d buried under layers of denial.I should’ve deleted it.I should’ve ignored it.But I didn’t.Because curiosity is cruel. And sometimes, it dresses itself as closure.And I was starving for both.I left the office quietly, not bothering to tell anyone I was stepping out not even Mia, who would’ve asked too many questions I didn’t know how to answer.The wind outside bit against my skin like it knew I wasn’t supposed to be here, like it could feel the pull of regret beneath my ribs, anchoring me to something dangerous.The café was warm.Familiar.Still smelled like cinnamon and toasted almonds.But somehow, it felt foreign with him sitt

Matteo’s POVAlessandro stood at the edge of the room, eyes darting between Ryan’s clenched fists and the bruise blooming across my jaw, and he didn’t speak for a long time just studied us.“I see,” he finally said, his voice even, but tinged with something sharp disappointment or fear, maybe both and it made the room colder, smaller, like we were both children again caught doing something unforgivable.“I didn’t hit him,” I said quietly, wiping blood from my lip, my hands steady despite the throbbing, though my voice trembled slightly as I forced the words through my chest.“No,” Alessandro replied.“But you didn’t stop this from happening either, Matteo.”He looked past me to the bed, to Sarah, curled and unconscious, unaware of the war being fought around her sleeping form if she wasn’t the battlefield.“I didn’t mean for this to happen,” I said, eyes still locked on the floor, the weight of her name stuck behind my teeth, heavy with guilt and something else something too raw to sh

The steam from the bathroom still clung to my skin as I pulled on my dress, smoothing it with shaky hands, heart still echoing with the rhythm of everything Matteo hadn’t said.I couldn’t stop thinking about the way he looked at me after we fell, after Alessandro walked in, after that electric silence when neither of us knew how to move forward or backward.My hair was still damp.My makeup rushed.But somehow I felt heavier, like I’d stepped into a version of myself I wasn’t ready for yet someone balancing between two lives, two men, two breaking points.I grabbed my phone.Slipped on my heels.And just as I reached the hallway, Alessandro’s voice floated up from the base of the stairs, smooth and steady, with a kindness that always managed to disarm me.“Sarah,” he called.“Before you go… would you spare a moment for me?”I froze at the top step.Nodded.Then descended slowly, heels clicking against polished wood, a familiar tension crawling up my spine that didn’t quite feel like n

Matteo’s POVThe room felt heavy, like the air itself was trying to slow me down, keep me tethered to the bed with invisible weights that pressed against my limbs and eyelids like fog.Sound came first.The gentle whir of machines.The steady pulse of beeping.And beneath that a voice. Soft. Familiar. Breaking and whole all at once. A voice that pulled me from the dark like a thread wrapped around my chest.“You saved me,” she whispered again.And something about that sentence didn’t feel metaphorical it felt real, like it carried a memory I couldn’t quite hold but had been keeping inside me for years.I blinked.Slow.Each flutter of my lashes was like dragging a stone across sand, heavy and slow, but finally lifting me into light, and there she was, Sarah, curled beside me like a warmth I didn’t deserve.She looked up.Eyes swollen from crying, lips trembling around a truth she hadn’t planned on saying but couldn’t stop now that it had escaped into the world between us.“That scar,”

Matteo's POVThe scent of antiseptic filled my lungs firstfollowed by the warmth of sunlight pressing through the window blinds, diffused and gentle, like the world had finally stopped screaming and started whispering again.My body ached in places I couldn’t name, but my heart my chest felt heavier than anything the machines had strapped me to, like the weight of unspoken things had followed me into this room.I blinked.The world returned in pieces.Beeping monitors, the low hum of the vents above, and then… her. Sarah. Curled in the chair beside my bed, eyes red, fingers still tangled with mine.She looked exhausted.But beautiful.Even now.Even after the storm I’d put her through.Even after all the cruel things I’d said to push her away, just to protect her from the mess behind my name and my blood.She stirred when she saw my eyes open, sitting straighter, blinking fast as if part of her had doubted I’d ever really wake up again.“Hey,” she whispered, voice fragile but laced wi