All Chapters of BREAKING the BOSS: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

~Alexander.Her gaze darted toward me as I unbuttoned my shirt.“Wait—what are you doing?” she stammered.“Getting ready for bed,” I said blandly. “If I leave this room tonight, my mother will know this marriage is a faux. We’re supposed to make it look real, remember?”“B-but—”I began unbuttoning my shirt, smirking when she stammered and turned away, cheeks flaming red.“I—uh—can’t you sleep on the couch?”I glanced at the couch. Then back at her. “No.”She huffed, sliding the french doors open to make a beeline for the terrace to avoid watching me shed another layer.I smirked. “Relax. I’m not going to touch you, Chiara. Not unless you beg me to.”That earned me a muffled curse and the sound of the terrace door slamming.Good. I needed the distance.A blatant innocence and staunch defiance did weird things to me .I hit the shower, letting the water burn away the tension in my shoulders. While sponging,I traced my chest tattoo,right where my heart nestled.Anna.I shut my eyes again

~Chiara. The knock came just as I was trying to convince myself to lie back down. I hadn’t slept a wink the whole night. The sheets smelled strange, the bed felt too wide, and my head was still full of what happened last night— A knock resounded on my door. “Ms.DeLuca,” the driver said when I opened the door. “Mr. Alex requests that you dress up and join him in the car.” I was already dressed. I followed him out without a word. When the car door opened, Alex was already inside. He didn’t bother to look up. Not even a flicker of acknowledgment. His eyes were on his phone as he scrolled through it.I slid in beside him, trying to ignore the stiffness. "You handled them well. That was--well more than I expected." He said without preamble. I wrung my hands .I forced a smile. "It's nothing.All I did was but myself a few more weeks for them to find another evidence to label me a gold digger." " Alex let out a laugh .Just before I could register that he was really laughi

~Jessica."Please mum,stop doing this to yourself." The house reeked of beer and old sweat. I’d opened the windows hours ago, but it didn’t help. Bottles clinked as my mum staggered across the room, her hair a wild, greasy mess, the faded housecoat hanging off her shoulder.“Mum, please,” I begged tires out of crying , trying to take the half-empty bottle from her hand. “You’ve had enough. Just—stop, please?”“Don’t tell me what to do,” she slurred, snatching it back. “You think you’re better than your no good slob of a father huh? Fat chance”“Don't talk like ,” I whimpered. I bit down on my bottom lip to stem the trembling . “You’re going to kill yourself like this. Or worse—they’ll come and take you away.”She gave a short, cracked laugh. “Let them try. Who’ll take care of me then? You? You’re not going anywhere, Jessie. You’ll spend your whole life cleaning up after me. At least that's what you deserve for not dying when I told you to ,when you were nothing but a blood clot insid

Jessica. “Ms. DeLuca?” A tanned, athletic woman dressed in an elegant pinstripe business suit beckoned to me. On the spur of the moment, I had dressed up and gone into the Carrington Empire building. It was an intimidating structure of glass and steel — sleek, modern, and humming with power. I needed to be here to reassure Jessica. Following the directions given by a janitor, I found my way to the executive floor. That’s where I met her — this stunning feminine specimen. No doubt now, Alex loved beautiful women. “Hello, I’m Shayla — Mr. Carrington’s senior secretary.” We shook hands. “Nice to meet you, Shayla. I’m Chiara DeLuca.” “The lucky bride who got the jackpot,” she chimed in with a wink. I smiled. I immediately liked her. “If you don’t mind, where can I wait for Alexander?” “Oh, I’m afraid he isn’t coming in today. His brother is, though.” I blanched. “His brother?” Shayla tilted her blonde head, eyeing me suspiciously. “Yes. Jaxon — Mr. Alexander’s

~JaxonJessica.I loved the sound of her name on my tongue.I watched her — an enigma in heels. It had been years since anyone dared to stand up to me… and of all people, it was a woman.I shouldn’t have enjoyed our little spat in the elevator — but I did. Even more, I enjoyed the way the color drained from her face when Theodore finished the introductions. Pale didn’t begin to describe it.So much for the stiff-backbone act. “So we all know tranquiller means to relax, stay calm, and be still…”My mood soured. I had zero tolerance for incompetence. Sure, she was flustered, but that wasn’t my concern. She walked into the room acting like she owned it — and promptly shot herself in the foot.This was the sixth pitch that began with the definition. As if I didn’t know what tranquiller meant. I created the damn name.I checked my Rolex — time was running out. I needed to be at El-Canino before noon.I stood, and my associates followed suit. No point wasting another breath.“This doesn’t