Semua Bab Falling in Love with my cocky boss: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Matteo’s POVThe morning sun poured through my office windows, but it did little to warm the chill spreading in my chest as I scanned my assistant’s expressionless face across the desk.Selena’s voice was measured but clipped, as she slid a crisp envelope across to me, its weight far heavier than paper should ever feel, her words quietly detonating the silence. “From Sarah… resignation.”My heart stalled, breath catching in my throat, fingers tightening around the envelope before I even dared to open it, the two words alone enough to throw my entire world off balance.I ripped it open, scanning the brief, professional lines, but each syllable burned like acid her calm detachment, her decisive signature a brutal reminder that I’d lost her… without even realizing it.I leaned back in my chair, every nerve on edge, memories flooding in rapid flashes her laughter, her sharp words, the quiet hurt in her eyes I had ignored too long… until now.I didn’t hesitate. The second Sarah’s resignati

Sarah’s POVA cold stillness wrapped around me like chains, dragging my body deeper into a sluggish fog. My limbs were heavy, my throat dry, my head pounding with a dull ache that throbbed behind my eyes.I tried to move anything a finger, a foot, a whisper of breath but I could barely lift a thought. The air was stale and unfamiliar, the scent of antiseptic and something metallic lingering too long on my tongue.It felt like hours passed before my eyes fluttered open. Blurry walls swam around me, the dim light of a single bulb flickering above, casting eerie shadows on the peeling wallpaper.Panic slowly clawed up my spine, its talons sharp and merciless. My wrists were bound with rough leather straps, and my legs wouldn’t move freely either. I was on a cot no, a hospital bed tucked away in a place I’d never seen before.A groan escaped my lips as I struggled again, only for the tight restraints to dig deeper into my skin. My voice cracked. “Hello? Is anyone there?” But the silence m

Sarah's POVThe silence in the apartment pressed against my chest like a heavy blanket, suffocating and thick. I stared at the ceiling, blinking back tears that threatened to spill without warning.Mia’s voice echoed in my mind her laughter, her endless energy, her way of lighting up a room even in the darkest moments. My chest ached as memories began to flood in.I pulled the blanket tighter around me, but nothing could shield me from the growing storm inside. My throat tightened as I turned my head to where her favorite plant used to sit in our apartment.She loved daisies. Said they were simple and underrated just like her. I pressed a hand over my lips, trying to silence the sob that clawed its way up my throat.Tears finally broke free, hot and silent as they slid down my cheeks. I didn’t wipe them away. I let them fall. Let them mark the grief that had nowhere else to go.I curled deeper into the corner of the couch, hands shaking. My mind kept asking the same question What if I

Matteo’s POVThe second the door flew open, I was hit by a wave of copper the sharp, metallic scent of blood. My eyes locked onto her immediately, huddled in the corner, trembling, weeping.Sarah’s blouse clung to her in streaks of red. She held Mia against her chest like something sacred, like she could somehow will the girl’s heartbeat to continue just through love.My chest shattered.I barely felt my feet move across the room. I was kneeling before her in a breath, my hands reaching instinctively, unsure whether to hold her or stop the bleeding first. Everything was chaos.“Matteo…” she sobbed.Her voice was the sound of my world breaking. She was trembling so hard she could barely speak. “Mia… She saved me. She jumped in the way.” Her eyes begged me to help.Mia’s skin was pale, lips slightly parted, blood staining her cheek like war paint. But her chest still rose and fell barely. I pressed my fingers to her pulse. Weak. Faint. But there.“She’s still breathing,” I said, trying

Sarah's POVThe sterile scent of antiseptic clung to the air like a ghost that refused to leave. Machines beeped rhythmically, each sound slicing through my chest like a warning too sharp to ignore.Mia lay still on the hospital bed, pale and far too quiet. Her skin, once so warm and full of life, now looked like porcelain cold, fragile, and terrifyingly breakable.I sat beside her, gripping her hand as if my strength could drag her back to me. “Please,” I whispered, my voice raw, “don’t leave me like this. Not you.”The words trembled out of me, soaked with desperation. “You can’t do this. You can’t be the one who gives up. Not after everything we’ve been through together.”Tears slipped down my cheeks, hot trails of helplessness, as I rested my forehead against the back of her hand. “Mia, if you can hear me… just squeeze my hand. Just let me know you’re still in there.”But there was nothing. No flutter of her fingers. No blink. No flicker of life.“I begged you not to come,” I said