Semua Bab The Billionaire's Curvy Assistant: Bab 1 - Bab 10

“Here goes the ten finalists in no particular order!”My heart beat so fast when I was waiting to hear they called my name in The Best Romance 2025 announcement. One by one, they called the finalists’ names until the last name. “The last finalist is … Sonia Cartwright! Let’s give all the finalists your biggest applause!” All clapped to congratulate the finalists in the convention hall. However, I was shocked. They should call my name. Two weeks ago, I received a notification that my name with nine others were the finalists. Later, they announced the winners. I didn’t care anymore. Sinking myself on the couch, I could only hug myself while staring blankly at the winners and their supporters who enjoyed the awarding night. Their cheerful voices filled the convention hall packed with many contestants who came to know the winners. So many questions crossed my mind. Why didn’t they announce my name? Did they wrongly send the notification? How could it be? My eyes were hot, and the te

I was on the bus this morning on my way to the office. It wasn’t packed in the street, unusual traffic. The bus was speeding because there were only a few vehicles ahead. It only took 15 minutes to reach the intersection of the 24th street while usually there was a traffic jam near the old market. It might be because of the rain, so most people weren’t eager to go out. No wonder because it was cold, and the road was wet with the puddles, not quite an ideal condition to go out. It was more comfortable to sleep at home, especially curled under a thick blanket. Unfortunately, I couldn’t afford such a luxury on the workdays. Still, I enjoyed this morning because of the calming sound of a few vehicles around. The petrichor—the soil earthy scent after the rain—was comforting too. I exited the bus after it reached 26th street. Crossing the street, I waited for the next bus at the bus stop. After five minutes, a bus stopped at the bus stop. It was almost full. I rushed to sit in the fron

After being appointed as the new boss’s assistant, my life was more colorful. Each day I got a beautiful scene: the handsome’s appearance before me! As a superior, he was kind too. He didn’t ask me to do unreasonable things. As long as I did what he asked, he wouldn’t make a fuss. What an ideal boss! After five days as his assistant, I accompanied him to lunch in the cafeteria. I could hear some nasty things. It was from The Trio Gossipers. Who else? It was a nickname my friends and I gave to them. They were from the Marketing department: June, Myra, and Caithlyn, who loved gossiping. “See the Handsome Boss and Miss Curvy? I don’t get it. How can he like her?” June said. “Shh, don’t talk too loud! If he hears you, it’ll be a problem!” Myra whispered though I could still hear it. “What? It’s a fact. Yesterday Andrew told me, the boss gazed at Miss Curvy for a long time while they were working.” Caithlyn raised her eyebrows.“What?! Truly? Probably Lana used a black magic! Where

The next day, when I prepared myself for the date, my mom started the interrogation. “Where are you going, Lana? With whom? Do I know them?”“I’ll go with my new boss, Mom. He’s nice,” I said calmly. I had gotten used to her many questions. “A date?”“No. It’s just to build a good relationship so our work will be good.”My mom raised her thick eyebrows. “Oh, really? Then why do you keep searching for clothes if you aren’t dating?”“Well, I need something good to wear. Besides, it’s embarrassing if I go with my boss but I wear a bad one,” I said, giving her a make sense explanation while shrugging. “I see. But then, last year you had an office event. How come you weren’t as busy as now to find a new cloth to wear?” She seemed still curious. “Mom, I want to pee. Later, okay?” I rushed to the toilet. In the toilet, I let out a sigh of relief. If I didn’t escape, my mom would continue interrogating me until she found a satisfying answer. For six years without ever going to any date

I was silent, waiting for him to continue his story. Again, he let out a long sigh. “You know, after my professor commented on it, I couldn’t sleep that night. So many things whirled in my mind: disappointed, sad, and upset. I didn’t have any freedom, even to choose something I liked.”I couldn’t find the right words to comfort him. Some of my schoolmates experienced the same thing with him. When obligation and responsibility conflicted with the heart's desire, one had to make a sacrifice. In Edward’s case, he sacrificed his dream. After thinking about it, I asked carefully, “Did you regret you couldn’t do what you wanted to do the most?” I didn’t want to hurt him because this kind of question could be like pouring salt on an unhealed wound. For so many times, I could hear his sigh. I thought he wouldn’t reply because he was quiet for a while. Finally, he answered, “No, it wasn’t a complete regret. I did what I had to do. Besides, everyone is born with a different responsibility