Todos os capítulos de My Boss, My Nextdoor Neighbor And Me: Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 117

Shayle's POV The music hovered between us like a held breath.Lucien’s hand stayed extended, steady, patient. Kieran’s was the same, rougher, honest in a way that made my chest ache. For a moment, the room did not exist. No eyes. No whispers. Just the three of us standing in a choice that felt heavier than blood or titles.I looked at Kieran first.He noticed. Of course he did. His mouth curved into something small and real, not bitter, not forced. Just understanding.“So,” he muttered, voice low enough that only we could hear, “this is where I pretend I do not give a damn.”I let out a breath that trembled. “Kieran…”He shook his head. “Do not make it harder than it already is. You deserve something gentle for once.”My throat tightened. “You were gentle with me in your own way.”He chuckled quietly. “Yeah. I guess I was.” His eyes softened. “I do not regret knowing you. Not for a single second. Even if this is where my part ends.”That hit harder than anger ever could.He stepped b

Shayle's POV The plane touched down just after noon, jarring me awake from the half-sleep I had fallen into somewhere over the clouds. My mother squeezed my hand gently before gathering her things, her smile tired but genuine."Home," she murmured.I nodded, though the word felt strange. Home used to mean a cramped apartment and cold shoulders. Now it meant marble floors and expectations I was still learning to carry.The driver met us at arrivals, whisking our luggage away with practiced efficiency. My mother chatted easily during the ride, pointing out landmarks I had never paid attention to before, telling stories about streets I thought I knew. Everything looked different now. Brighter. Like someone had adjusted the contrast on my entire life."You will start tomorrow," she mentioned as we pulled through the gates. "Just observations. No pressure.""That is what you keep saying."She laughed. "Because it is true. You do not need to prove anything, Shayle. You belong there."Belon

Shayle's POV Three months passed like water through open fingers, quick and inevitable. Work became routine in the best way possible, my mother guiding me through decisions that felt too big until they did not anymore. I learned names, strategies, the rhythm of power that hummed beneath everything.Lucien and I fell into a pattern that felt natural. Dinners when we could manage, stolen mornings before the day swallowed us whole, late-night calls when distance felt too heavy. It was not perfect, but it was ours.Tonight, he texted me to dress nice. No explanation. Just an address and a time.I stared at my closet for longer than necessary before settling on a deep blue dress that hugged in the right places. Hair down. Minimal jewelry. When I checked the mirror, someone confident stared back.The driver he sent arrived exactly on time, whisking me through the city toward the outskirts where buildings gave way to open space. We pulled up to a venue I did not recognize, elegant and glowi