All Chapters of Fake marrying my new boss: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

104 Chapters

Prologue

*Kiera*The morning starts like any other. I’m in my classroom, the bright colors of construction paper and crayon drawings bringing life to the walls. The laughter of my kindergarteners fills the air. I love these kids. They are my reason for waking up each day, for pouring my heart into every lesson. Being a teacher is what I always wanted to be.“Miss Kiera! Look at my drawing.” Ella shouts, her tiny fingers proudly holding up a scribbled masterpiece.“That’s amazing, Ella. You’ve captured the sun beautifully.” I say, smiling wide. The room buzzes with excitement as the children share their creations. I can’t help but feel grateful, like I’m living my dream.But then, the joy is shattered. A loud bang echoes through the hallways, a noise that doesn’t belong in our little world of crayons and giggles. My heart instantly races, as I pause, my throat tightening.“Stay here, kids!” I shout, trying to keep my voice steady. “I’ll be right back.”I step into the hallway, my senses heighte

Her new job

*Kiera*The sharp crack of a gunshot rings out, piercing through my thoughts. My heart leaps into my throat, instinctively sending a wave of adrenaline surging through me. I jump at the sound, my fingers tightening reflexively around the pen I’m holding. I look around, half-expecting to see the familiar chaos of a classroom filled with frightened children, but instead, I’m met with the monotone view of the office.Just a car backfiring on the street. The realization washes over me like a cold shower, leaving me shaken and breathless. I take a deep breath, forcing myself to settle into the moment, to remember where I am, the way my therapist has told me to do. The echoes of that day still linger, like a ghost that haunts me in the corners of my mind, forcing me to keep remembering what I’m trying so hard to forget.I glance at the cluttered desk before me, the papers strewn about, this is not what I wanted, not my dream, but it is a new start. It’s far from the bright, colorful classro

A new side to her boss

*Kiera*A few days later when I am coming back from a late lunch, I spot Marissa, another secretary that I have been talking with a couple of times, leaning against the wall, scrolling through her phone.“Hey, Kiera!” she calls out, her voice brightening the otherwise dull office space. “Have you settled into the routines of the job yet?”“I am starting too,” I reply, forcing a smile despite my exhaustion. Everything is still new, and the move here has caused me not to sleep well. “I still feel a bit like I am constantly catching up.”She gives a small chuckle, “No worries, everyone is a bit slow the first couple of weeks.”I nod, hoping my smile is convincing enough. Marissa is friendly, and her energy is infectious. She’s the kind of person who can make a mundane day feel a little less ordinary, soI would like us to become friends, at least at work.As we chat, Mr. Lund walks past us, his presence commanding immediate attention. I can’t help but glance over, watching how he moves wi

He needs supporg

*Will*"I feel numb. Nothing feels real. Not the chair beneath me, not the glass of water cradled in my palm, not the man sitting across the desk from me. His mouth is moving; words spill out in a language I know, yet I can’t muster the will to engage.Vera is dead. My only sister. My dearest friend.I think I’m in shock. Medically, I believe this is shock. I’ve felt it once before… when I was seven years old and something terrible happened… or almost happened, but Vera, my fierce protector, stood between me and the darkness like a lioness guarding her cub.My sister saved me that day. My amazing, fearless sister."Mr. Lund?" A gentle hand squeezes my shoulder, pulling me from the depths of my thoughts.I glance up, trying to anchor myself in the present. I’m not a child anymore, sitting in front of the wood-burning stove. Vera isn’t at my side. Instead, it’s Kiera, the new secretary, her face etched with concern as she sits beside me.Her hazel eyes, warm and filled with empathy, res

Trying to make him smile

*Kiera*What the hell am I doing? Oh god, I need to have my head examined. I literally just moved to New York to start over, and now, instead of gearing up for a busy week at my new job, I'm standing on the tarmac at a private airport, staring up at the company jet. Mr. Lund is already scaling the steps ahead of me. After shaking hands with the flight attendant, he ducks inside the plane.The customs official shines his little light on my passport. “And what is the nature of your visit to Denmark?""Umm... business?"His bushy mustache twitches as he frowns. "You're doing business in Denmark?""Well, it would feel weird to say 'pleasure.' It's definitely not a vacation. We're going for family reasons, I guess. Mr. Lund’s sister died. We need to get his niece from the hospital. I mean… are you…" I point at his flashlight and my passport. "You're not even writing any of this down, so does it really matter?"He raises a brow, "Why don’t you let me ask the questions? Does that work for yo

Wanting to run from it all

*Will*Our plane touches down in Copenhagen at ten in the morning. By eleven, Kiera and I step through the main doors of the Royal Hospital. I can’t help but feel grateful that the ambulance brought Frida here; this hospital boasts a top-ranked trauma center. As I read the signs in Danish, I lead the way toward the reception desk.Kiera walks quietly beside me. Since we landed, she's been unusually silent, which I appreciate. On the flight here, I enjoyed her conversation, but right now, my thoughts are a jumbled mess, and my emotions are raw. I feel untethered, as if I’m floating through an endless void. Inside me lies a vast sea of grief, stretching endlessly.I remind myself that fatigue might be amplifying my feelings. I should have tried to sleep on the plane. Kiera encouraged me to rest, but my mind wouldn’t quiet down. Now, my heart races, my palms sweat, and I desperately try to push away the thoughts that threaten to consume me. But I can’t help it...Somewhere in this hospit

The right Teddy bear

*Kiera*Frida sleeps peacefully for another hour, her small frame nestled under the hospital sheets, but Mr. Lund still hasn’t returned. I find myself trying to get comfortable in the uncomfortable chair beside her bed, scrolling aimlessly through my phone. I shoot a quick text to Marissa, letting her know I won’t be able to join her for lunch on Saturday. The ocean between us is a slight inconvenience for doing that.Just as I’m contemplating sneaking out for a coffee or perhaps a donut, I notice Frida stirring on the bed. Panic washes over me. Oh no, I didn’t even check with Mr Lund if she speaks English. This could get awkward fast. I glance desperately toward the open door, hoping for him to return. He’s my lifeline right now.Frida opens her eyes, a soft whimper escaping her lips as she shifts on the bed. “Oh hey, try not to move, okay?” I say gently, trying to offer her some comfort.Her eyes widen, and she stares at me, confusion flickering across her face. “Do you understand E

The one bed dilemma

*Kiera*After an exhausting day of travel and keeping vigil at the hospital, I’m ready to brush my teeth and collapse into bed… any bed will do, even a dog bed. Honestly, I’d even consider sleeping on the floor if it meant I could stretch out and relax.Despite my fatigue, today had its silver linings. Mr. Lund spoke with Frida's doctors and learned about her rehabilitation plan. She’ll be in the hospital for at least a few more days. Tomorrow, they’ll cast her arm for the broken ulna, but they need the swelling in her leg to subside before they can address that injury as well.The hospital ushered us out shortly after eight o'clock, declaring that visiting hours were over. Mr. Lund protested, insisting he should be allowed to stay. In the end, I made a show of appointing Kiera the Bear as the room's security guard, which brought a smile to Frida’s face. Kiera the Bear even kicked Onkel Will out for being disruptive, and I set her up at the foot of Frida's bed before I left.Frida is

Breakfast with worries

*Kiera*Sunlight streams through the window, casting a warm glow across the room and stirring me from a deep sleep. I blink a few times, slowly realising where I am. The couch is surprisingly comfortable, and the blanket draped over me still carries the faint scent of Mr. Lund… nothing overwhelming, just a comforting mix of warmth and something uniquely him. It’s a pleasant smell, and I find it oddly soothing.As I sit up, I take a moment to look around. The room is filled with an eclectic mix of furniture and decor that somehow manages to feel both modern and homey, somehow it is not what I expected… I guess I thought his style would be more minimalistic.On the coffee table lies a book about Danish architecture, its pages well-thumbed and inviting. A pink box peeks out from beneath it, overflowing with coloring supplies, Lego pieces, and a few dolls. I smile to myself, realizing they must belong to Frida, waiting for her visits.Suddenly, the mouthwatering aroma of bacon wafts throu

Meeting his lawyer

*Will*Kiera and I sit across from Christina in the hospital cafeteria, the smell of coffee and pastries wafting through the air, a stark contrast to the anxiety knotting my stomach. The place is buzzing with life; families, nurses, and doctors moving in and out, each lost in their own worlds. I appreciate the noise, the normalcy of it all, grounding me as I try to focus on the conversation at hand. I want it to be over, to be back in Frida's room when she returns from getting her leg cast put on.Christina Strømberg has been my lawyer here in Denmark for over a decade, typically navigating the financial intricacies of my life… property deals, contracts, the business side of things. Family law, though? It feels like a whole new territory, one I never anticipated I’d have to traverse. My mind drifts back to Frida and I clench my fists on the table, willing myself to concentrate.“Will,” Christina begins, her voice steady but laced with concern. “I’ve looked at similar cases, and I need

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