All Chapters of Fake marrying my new boss: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

*Kiera* I pour the last of the pancake batter into the sizzling pan, the sweet aroma wafting through the kitchen, mingling with the anticipation buzzing in the air. Just as I flip the first pancake, Will reenters, his presence filling the room like the rising sun. He leans against the doorframe, the morning light casting a warm glow around him, but the tiredness in his eyes still betrays the sleepless night he had. “Hey, just a heads up,” he says, his voice breaking through my focus. “Tina Jensen will be here in about twenty minutes.” My brow furrows as I set the spatula down. “Who’s Tina Jensen?” I ask, my curiosity piqued and my heart quickening, wondering if I missed so ething here, or if he forgot to tell me. Will pushes off the wall, stepping closer to the counter, the faint hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “She’s a in home nurse… a really good one. She also has a degree in working with kids who have experienced trauma.” “Trauma?” I repeat, the weight of that word sinki

*Kiera* An hour later, I lean against the kitchen counter, my heart still racing from the whirlwind of emotions. I watch as Will walks Tina to the door, shaking her hand for what seems like the tenth time. He smiles warmly at her, ensuring her that she is indeed hired and can start tomorrow. I keep telling myself we are not really married, or we are, but we are not a couple, I am not allowed to be jealous. Tina lifts her hand, waving as she turns to me with that infectious smile that seems to light up the room and for a fleeting moment, I feel a strange impulse to punch out her perfect, white teeth. But I rein it in, forcing a wave back instead. As the door clicks shut behind her, I can’t help but notice Will lingering by the doorframe, his hand pressed against the wood as if he’s trying to hold onto the moment, or maybe to rain in his tember I suddenly think. But what should be a tranquil scene sends a wave of anxiety crashing over me. I feel an overwhelming need to flee, to esca

*Will* The office buzzes with a frenetic energy as I step inside, the familiar scent of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the faint whir of printers and the hum of chatter. It’s a stark contrast to the solemnity of Denmark, where grief hung in the air like a heavy fog. My heart still aches for my sister, but now I have a new purpose: Frida. I’m back to make sure she’s safe, to provide her with a family, and to build a life together with Kiera. As I stride down the corridor to my office, I’m bombarded by a cacophony of greetings and condolences from colleagues and staff. I offer polite nods and half-hearted smiles, but my mind is elsewhere. I’m anxious to catch up on everything I’ve missed during my time away, and I’ve scheduled a briefing with two of my closest friends and high-level employees, Greg and Sam. They’re both seasoned professionals, and I trust them to fill me in on the chaos that unfolded in my absence. The glass doors to my office slide open, and I step inside, gest

*Kiera* The elevator hums softly as we goes back up, the air thick with the electric buzz of anticipation. I’m still grappling with the whirlwind of emotions that come from our meeting with Candy, and my mind races with the intricate details of our new lives. Will stands beside me, his presence grounding as the doors slide shut, momentarily trapping us in our own world. “Can you believe it?” I finally say, breaking the tension that clings to the air. “Operation Roots is officially a go.” “Yeah,” Will replies, his tone slightly amused but also a bit apprehensive. “But it’s going to take a lot of work.” My heart races at the thought. There’s so much to navigate… public appearances, social media posts, and of course, the most daunting task of all: crafting our narrative and remembering it. Candy was adamant that we need to be on the same page, telling a cohesive story that everyone buys into. I can’t help but replay her words in my mind, the pressure mounting as we approach the grou

*Kiera*I lean against the kitchen counter, my heart fluttering with anticipation as I watch Will stick his hand into the bowl and then toss a few popcorn into the air, catching them effortlessly in his mouth. It’s a simple moment, but it feels charged, like we’re on the cusp of something big. I am not really sure why it has such an effect on me, there is just something about the relaxed way he does it.Frida is still glued to the TV, her laughter ringing out like music, but soon enough, we’re ready to pull her attention away from the screen.“Hey, Frida!” I call out, my voice bright and inviting. She turns to us, her eyes wide and curious, as if she can sense the excitement bubbling in the air. “We have something super cool to tell you.”Her expression shifts from mild interest to full-blown excitement as she pauses the movie and straigtens as good as she can on the couch. “What is it? Are we having ice cream for dinner?” she bounces slightly in her seat, her dark curls bobbing along