Semua Bab After Divorce, My Boss Made Me His Obsession : Bab 91 - Bab 100

Aurelia's POV “Are you sure? I don’t want you rushing,” Julien said, his tone gentle.“I’m sure,” I whispered. “I can’t keep running forever.”Something flickered in his eyes, relief, maybe, or quiet hope. Then came that familiar smile.“It’s a date, then.”I handed him the stack of books. “If I keep seeing them lying around, I’ll keep watching until they grow old,” I teased softly.He chuckled. “I have a special place we can keep them,” he said.“Really?” I asked, curiosity lacing my voice.He nodded once. “You’ll see.”I followed him to the library, the scent of old pages and cedar filled the air.To the left, I noticed a new shelf, small, polished, and unlike the grand spiral ones towering around us. My gaze caught on a delicate gold tag at the top: ‘The Juliens.’My lips curved without meaning to. He set the books down carefully, arranging them as though they were fragile pieces of our story.“I can’t wait to fill this place up,” he said softly.“That’ll take decades,” I replied,

Aurelia’s POVJulien’s hand was intertwined with mine. The faint tick of the grandfather clock echoed through the grand room.“Julien,” his father began, his tone calm but weighted. “You know it’s not easy being with someone who already has a child. I’m asking you this in front of her, are you sure you’re comfortable? I don’t want this union falling apart after a few years just because you’re caught up in your feelings now.”Julien didn’t flinch. His thumb brushed over my knuckles. “Yes, Father,” he said evenly. “I like her son. We’ve already bonded.”Mr. Knightley gave a small smile. “That’s very good to hear. Because love, Julien, isn’t always enough. There must be commitment, respect, and acceptance. Those are what build a family.”“Yes, Father,” he said again, his tone unwavering. “Trust me, I’m exactly where I want to be.”Something inside me eased. Just hearing those words, so firm and certain, sent warmth spiraling through my chest.Mr. Knightley’s gaze shifted to me. “Well, I

Aurelia’s POV“Let… let me check,” I stammered, my fingers trembling before they even reached the screen.The glow of my phone blurred as I typed my name into the search bar. My chest felt tight, like invisible hands were wrapping around my ribs. When the results loaded, the air left my lungs.>Images of Recently Engaged Billionaire’s Fiancée, Aurelia.>The Truth Behind Aurelia.>Julien Knightley’s Fiancée Exposed.Each headline hit harder than the last. I clicked one, my pulse thundering in my ears. The page opened, and there I was.My reflection, no, a version of me, sprawled on a bed, tangled in white sheets, bare shoulders exposed, clutching the fabric to my chest. The photo looked intimate, indecent and humiliating.My throat closed. “No… no, that’s not me,” I whispered, even though it was my face, my hair, my expression.I scrolled further, my shaking thumb barely obeying me. Another picture, this time in a lounge, I looked like I was leaning close to a man, lips almost touching

Aurelia’s POVWhen Oliver woke up, I couldn’t let him see me like that, so I quietly slipped back into my room. The morning sun had already stretched across the blinds, painting light I didn’t feel worthy of.Cassia told him I had a “slight headache” and started making him breakfast. I could hear the faint clinking of plates and his soft humming from the kitchen.I curled up on the bed, trying to muffle my sobs in the pillow. Every headline replayed in my mind like a punishment. Every photo. Every lie.Then I heard Julien’s voice.At first, I thought I was imagining it, my brain inventing comfort where there was none. But then came a soft knock, and before I could say anything, the door creaked open.He stood there. Calm, composed, in that familiar black shirt that somehow made the room feel smaller.I sat up. He crossed the room without a word, sat beside me, and pulled me into his arms. The moment his warmth touched me, I broke again.“I swear I never cheated, Julien. They got it al

Aurelia’s POVWe moved through the lobby in quiet defiance, his presence shielding me.In the garage, he opened his car door as always. The engine purred, and we drove. Past the city’s edges, past the familiar streets, farther and farther out of the city. I had no idea where we were going.Eventually, we reached long gates. Julien stopped, got out, and opened them, his calm authority announcing that wherever we were, it belonged to him.The drive into the property was magical. Trees lined the winding road, sunlight filtering through leaves like golden confetti. And then, the cabin appeared.It was unlike anything I’d ever seen. A perfect blend of rustic charm and tropical elegance. Wood and bamboo intertwined with vines and natural accents, as if it had grown from the land itself. The kind of place you imagine tucked deep in a rainforest, far from the noise of the world.Inside, everything felt warm, lived-in yet pristine. A small sitting room opened into a cozy kitchen tucked into th