All Chapters of Married to my stepbrother boss.: Chapter 121 - Chapter 127

After Alfred and I exchanged contact, I stayed for a while waiting for my order. I had ordered some pastries to take home with me. My time was my own now. I still had to take a detour to the company to work on a few campaign plans I intended to carry out soon to put the company out there. As I stepped out onto the pavement, I felt light and unusually free. It was the best feeling I’ve had in a long time. My thoughts drifted to Doctor Alfred as I adjusted my handbag on my shoulder, thinking of how nice it was to talk to someone about life generally and interests. I hadn’t done that in a long time, and it felt good. I smiled, pleased that I had met him. I very much enjoyed our conversation, actually. A slow hum escaped my lips as a song popped in my head when a voice cut through the air—sharp, mocking, unmistakable. There was only one person I knew in my life who had that voice that always seemed to carry a sickening tone, enough to plummet and deflate any high mood. “Well, well, loo

No sooner had Vivian left the building did I finally put a call across to Parker. “She just left the premises. Do what you must.” I said with my voice sounding grave. I didn’t find relief even after confronting Vivian with her crimes. Instead, I felt worse. I recollected how I had thought I had gotten everything right and my revenge well thought out. To think that the culprit all along was right beside me. I imagined her laughing her head off at how gullible I was, how gullible we all were. Each of us playing according to her game. Anger surged through me, hot and fast. I swung my hand straight for the glass table before I could stop myself. It wasn’t enough for me any longer to find the truth; I was going to make her pay, and Parker was going to help me do just that. I figured sending her to prison now would not grant me any respite. Not after she had murdered members of my family. I was going to make her confess with Parker’s help. A loud gasp brought my mind back to my surroun

I thought I was getting over him. Truly, I did. For weeks, I had cried and soaked my pillows with tears. I had been depressed, even, and then I had picked myself up. There was no point hurting myself over and over again because of him. I mean, I was too broken with everything that had transpired between us, the pain, the toxic love. I felt drained, and my mind was a mess when Vivian returned, claiming she was pregnant. Even when we got to find out the truth from my father about her involvement in the death of Kaid’s mother and sister, and our plans to work together, I realized I kept slipping into the version of Kaid I knew. And I realized, I didn’t trust him. Yes, I did love him, but I couldn’t trust him, not his actions, nor his words. And when I decided on the divorce and threw myself into work and making new friends, I told myself that the ache was fading, that the sharp edges of memory were dulling, that I could breathe without feeling the weight of Kaid’s presence pressing agai

The knock at the door startled me, breaking the spell Kaid had cast with his lips. My breath came unevenly, my heart pounding in my chest. “Who is that?” My voice was barely above a whisper.A familiar voice answered from the other end of the door. “Sage?” My Mom. “I was retiring for the night and thought I heard some noise.” She spoke. I watched the door in fright. My Mom could come in at any time. How do I explain Kaid’s presence in my room? “I’m fine—it’s nothing,” I gasped, unable to control the shock that coursed through me in that instant. My Mum was right outside, and Kaid had the nerve to kiss my neck despite knowing it was my soft spot.“Sage, are you sure?” She asked again, and I could feel her presence close.“Yes—Yes, I’m fine. I woke up to get some water. Good Night,” I spoke hurriedly, smothering a gasp with my palm when Kaid’s kisses trailed down between my breasts.“Kaid,” I hissed, trying to push him back, but he only smirked against my skin, his hand sliding to res