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Chapter Ten

The next two days, Jairo stayed busy with setting up his new house. Kara had resumed to work but he hadn't revealed himself as her boss. He made sure her room matched her favorite color. Now, for the first time in a long while, he was looking forward to seeing her. Two days felt like a week. Back when they were dating, he was usually the one who cooked for them. Doing it again now brought back that old, quiet happiness; the kind that came from caring for someone you truly loved. He packed the food neatly into a pink lunchbox, then left for the company. Arriving, his employees threw curious glances at him. Not because of the lunchbox but his presence. Jairo visits his company only when he had a meeting to attend — the important ones his PA can't represent him with or Donald. He reached the office he and Kara will be sharing, his heart pounded. He didn't bother knocking and just opened the door. Kara was at her desk, going through some files. Her head turned to the door when it ope

Chapter Eleven

It was close to lunch hours and Jairo still hadn’t come back. Little did she know that the man had left Milan for Sicily to attend a meeting about his broken engagement. There wasn’t much for her to do. The files on her desk only needed a final check before he signed them and she had already gone through them more than twice. Her eyes wandered to the pink lunchbox sitting on the corner of her desk. The sight of it made her think of the strange silver cross-viper necklace he wore. He’s so weird. Maybe gentle in some ways but always acting like his word is final. She pulled the lunchbox closer and opened it. Inside was lasagna with roasted green salad. Did he make this? She thought internally. He had promised not to hurt her, but promises didn’t mean she should trust him. She pushed the lunchbox aside and stepped out of the office. She figured she might as well walk around and get familiar with the place. Some employees glanced at her with curiosity; she gave a polite nod in retu

Chapter Twelve

The next morning, Kara woke up early and decided to make breakfast. She noticed how the kitchen was spotless, every utensil neatly arranged and the fridge was well stocked. So far, living here wasn’t as unbearable as she thought it would be. It was in fact quiet. She was still cooking when she heard slow, heavy footsteps behind her. She turned around. Jairo stood there in dark joggers and a black hoodie, his hair slightly messy, his face calm but sharper in the morning light. The casual clothes somehow made him look even more striking. For a moment, they just looked at each other. Kara’s chest tightened slightly before averting her gaze. “Good morning,” he said first, the corner of his lips twitching slightly. “Morning,” she replied, biting her inside lip before recalling something. “Did you take medicine last night?” He hummed in response even when he did not. He walked past her and pulled out a bottle of water from the fridge. Tilting his head back, he drank slowly before tu

Chapter Thirteen

Kara followed closely behind Jairo as they stepped through the glass doors. The lobby alone was enough to make her blink twice. Everything screamed wealth and power. But what caught her attention most wasn’t the luxury. It was how the moment they entered, the room changed. The staff at the reception straightened in their seats, eyes briefly darting to him before looking down again. People passing by moved aside without being asked. It wasn’t just respect but fear. Kara clutched her bag tighter as they approach a private elevator. He was about to press the button to the top floor when he paused, pulling something from the inside pocket of his jacket. A black nose mask and a pair of tinted glasses, passing it to her. He doesn't want to risk showing her face to them. Kara frowned. “Uh… what is this?” “Put them on,” he said, his tone giving no room for negotiation. “Do I at least get a reason?” “Later.” He slid his hand into her small back and guided her toward the elevator. The war

Chapter Fourteen

Kara stepped out of the dressing room for the third time, her patience already thin, “This is the last one I'm trying on. I like this and I'm paying for it myself.” she said sharply.Jairo sat quietly, but his eyes ran down the length of the gown. It was a blue satin dress with beads glittering across the sleeves and chest.“Too casual.” he said flatly, giving his verdict as he met her gaze. She shook her head. “Nowhere in the contract does it say I have to parade in front of you like a mannequin because I'm your PA. I have gowns I could wear if you want me to look polished beside you.”Jairo only sighed, standing up without looking bothered by her tone. The dress had a tiny strap, the last thing he wants was men ogling at her at the event. He got to her front, Kara was about to move aside when he stopped her by grabbing her waist, firmly, which surprised her before he helped her to hang back the strap that fell over her shoulder.The young attendant in the corner turned red and qui

Chapter Fifteen

When Kara got to her room, took a quick shower, slipped into her pajamas and immediately called Lina. She told her everything that had happened. Lina stayed quiet the whole time, just listening. “This is a whole lot,” she finally said. “Not only is he not single, but he broke up with his fiancée and now has another woman… treasure?” Kara hummed, lying back on the bed and staring at the ceiling. “If that’s the case, then what about Emilia?” she asked. Kara froze. She hadn’t thought of that at all. Realization hit her hard and she sat up quickly. “You think Emilia is the treasure?” she asked, almost eager. “There’s a good chance,” Lina replied. “That’s how he got close to you at the start, remember?” Kara nodded absentmindedly. If treasure was another woman, giving how he described her to be, then he would have invited her to the party instead of her (Kara). “Okay… let’s say he really does mistake me for Emilia,” she muttered. “How do I know for sure?” “Test him,” Lina

Chapter Sixteen

Kara's gasps for air were muffled as she struggled beneath him. Their ragged breathing synchronized, then he finally loosened his grip on her wrist, pulling away, his warm breath dancing across her face. But she shoved him hard the second she was free. “What the fvck was that?” she barked, tears welling in her eyes. The look on her face was a stab to Jairo's chest. He knew he had crossed the line. Yet in his mind, it was her fault too. Why did she have to bite her lip like that? Why did she have to look so tempting? He had been starving himself of women for years. His control was bound to snap. Kara continued shouting, “I didn't betray you, did I? Even though you're an asshole, I would never liaise with your rivals to ruin you. Just a fvcking damn address and you forcefully kissed me and made me look vulnerable. Do I look that weak to you?” her tears kept gushing out. She felt disgusted. “Wanna know why I'm doing this?” Jairo shot back, staring intently into her eyes. Kara gri

Chapter Seventeen

The blue dress was delivered to the house. Kara slipped it on, staring at herself in the mirror. The gown was elegant, but she couldn’t focus on how she looked. Inside, she felt unsettled. Her mind kept circling back to the same thought. Had she really lost her memories? The more she tried to piece things together, the more empty it felt. By the time she stepped out of her room, her heart was racing. Jairo was waiting, looking sharp in his dark suit, his presence filling the hall like he owned not just the house but everything in it. “You look beautiful,” he complimented and Kara smiled, mumbling a quiet thanks. They left the house together and got into the car. Silence stretched between them until she spoke, her voice low. “This house too… is it yours?” “Yeah.” Jairo affirmed, turning to her, “Do you like it in here?” “No, I prefer the other one.” she answered quickly, glancing at the house. Jairo only smirked as he observed her quietly. The drive was quiet until they pulled up

Chapter Eighteen

Kara was just returning to the table when the room shifted. Eloise just walked in looking breathtakingly gorgeous. All the men in the hall shamelessly stared at her, just like women had stared at Jairo earlier. She wore a deep emerald gown that hugged her figure perfectly. The dress had a daring slit that showed off her flawless legs, and glittering stones traced the neckline, catching every light in the room. Her long hair spilled over her shoulders in soft waves, and her lips were painted in a shade of red that made her look even more striking. She moved with the kind of confidence that made people stop whatever they were doing. Whispers about her broken engagement with Jairo spread in the air. Kara remained in place, her eyes following Eloise's movement. Somehow, she didn’t want Eloise mistaking her for being Jairo's date tonight so she didn't return to her seat. The last thing she wanted was Eloise looking at her with disgust. She couldn't understand why she feels this way towa

Chapter Nineteen

Donald led Kara to the car where Jairo was waiting. She slipped inside quietly, her thoughts a jumble. She wondered if he had overheard her earlier conversation or if he suspected anything. Jairo asked why she left the table and she lied she was at the bathroom. As the car drove away, Donald didn’t head for the main hall as Jairo had instructed. Instead, he walked straight to the back room. He knocked softly, waiting for her permission before he enters. When he got it, he pushed the door opened and stepped in. Her workers were gone, leaving her alone. Eloise looked steadier now, though traces of what happened lingered in her eyes. Donald cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably. “I came to see how you’re doing,” he admitted, his voice lower than usual. He knew Jairo wouldn’t have taken her announcement kindly. Eloise’s lips curved into a gentle smile, one that almost disarmed him. She stepped closer. “I’m fine. Thank you for checking up on me,” she said softly. Donald swallo

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