All Chapters of Married to my stepbrother boss.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

I stood in front of Greyson Enterprises and felt my stomach twist. Three months ago my father's company crumbled in the worst financial scandal. Nobody wanted to hire the daughter of a thief.Nobody, except the one person who had every reason to slam the door in my face.My stepbrother.I walked into the building through the revolving doors, and the coolness from the air conditioning hit me hard forcing to realize that I didn't belong here and everyone who glanced at me knew it.“Uhmm… Hello, I'm Sage Monroe. I'm here for….” I stuttered. The receptionist didn't bother looking up. She pointed to the elevator, “floor forty-two” she said in a bored voice.Of course, what did I expect? My heels clicked hard against the marble floor as I walked towards the elevator.My heart raced. Dark circles under my eyes. My best interview suit from three years ago. Hair pulled back so tight it made my head ache. I could see them all from the mirrored elevator.I looked desperate because I was des

The serene restaurant made my father's bankruptcy feel even more real. Everything here cost more than most people made in a month and I was supposed to sit across from my mother and lie about being in love with the man who'd made it clear he owned me now. Kaid sat beside me with his hand on my thigh under the table. To anyone watching it looked affectionate. I could feel the control in his grip. "Stop shaking," he murmured against my ear. "I'm not." "Your leg has been bouncing for the past five minutes." His fingers tightened. "Calm down or they'll know something's wrong." I wanted to tell him that everything was wrong but our parents walked in before I could respond. Mom looked beautiful in a cream dress that probably came from Kaid's father's credit card. Richard walked beside her with his hand on her back and they looked happy. Actually happy. This was going to destroy them. "Darlings." Mom's face lit up when she saw us. Then her eyes dropped to our joined hands and confu

Three weeks later I was on my knees in the bathroom bawling out my gut for the fourth morning in a row.My hands gripped the cold porcelain and my whole body shook as another wave of nausea hit me. Sweat covered my forehead. I squeezed my eyes shut.This wasn't stress anymore. This was something else.I stared at my flushed skin as I sat back against the wall. My hand moved to my stomach without thinking. “No fucking way.” I gasped. It couldn't be.But the signs were all there. The exhaustion that hit me like a truck every afternoon. The dizziness when I stood too fast. The way my breasts had been tender and swollen for over a week.That night three weeks ago when I let rage turn into something else and we'd torn each other's clothes off like the world was ending. We'd been careless. Too caught up in anger and need to think about consequences.My phone buzzed on the counter.Kaid. “Board dinner tonight. Black dress. Car at seven.”No please. No asking. Just orders.“Bastard,” I m