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

*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

*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

*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

*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

*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