All Chapters of Accidentally Married To My Billionaire Boss: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Ariana’s POV Two weeks.It had taken exactly two weeks for my life to shrink into something small and tight and almost unrecognizable.Two weeks since Maya and my mom dragged me into a half paid job with the bright, fake promise of “opportunity,” only to immediately make good on her real intention—turning me into her personal servant with a salary attached.And yes, I still do my regular job on top of being Maya’s personal maid. I didn’t realize it the first day or the second. But by the end of the first week, the pattern was loud and ugly.Every morning at 8 a.m. on the dot, I walked into Sterling Enterprise with my ID badge and hope tucked somewhere beneath my ribs and every morning before I left work, Maya met me with a list.Her list.---Personal errands, dry-cleaning runs, coffee orders for her ‘meetings’ I wasn’t invited to, editing drafts she barely skimmed before slapping her name on them and rewriting captions she claimed she “didn’t have time for.” I did all this while I wo

Ariana’s POV By the time I reached the front door of the house, the fragile calm Lila had stitched back into me had already begun to loosen.The quiet in my chest—the one rare pocket of ease I’d found sitting on a bathroom floor with a stranger—felt like it was slipping through my fingers with every step I took toward home.Home.God, that word didn’t feel like mine anymore.I pushed the door open, hoping and praying for silence.Of course, I didn’t get it.The living room lights were on. Loud voices floated through the hallway. Female voices. They were laughing, high-pitched and sounded so mean.My stomach dropped.I froze.I knew who it was but I hoped I was wrong but as I stepped closer, the awful truth came into view.Maya sat sprawled across the couch like she owned it. With a big smile on her face, legs crossed, scrolling through her phone, while Jessica lounged beside her, looking like she was posing for some cheap reality show. Glossy lips, perfect hair, the same calculating

Alex’s POV The bar was dim—exactly how I liked it. With low amber lights, shelves of expensive liquor, and a door with a lock only three people in Manhattan had the code to.My kind of sanctuary.Ethan was already there, leaning back in a leather booth like he owned the place, drink in hand and that infuriatingly perceptive smirk on his face.“You look like shit,” he said the second I approached.I slid into the booth across from him, tugging at my tie as if it were the reason my chest felt too damn tight. “And you look like someone who doesn’t have enough problems.”“That’s why I hang out with you,” he replied, lifting his glass. “You keep life interesting.”I signaled the bartender with no words needed and a glass of whiskey landed in front of me a moment later.I downed the first swallow too fast. It burned. Ethan watched me over the rim of his glass. “Alright. Start talking. What catastrophe are we dealing with today?”I pressed a hand to my forehead, rubbing the tension gather

Ariana’s POV The morning started with shouting.Not mine, of course. I didn’t shout. I barely raised my voice unless someone cornered me or unless Maya opened her mouth, which happened far too often. But today, it wasn’t her.It was my mother.“Ariana!” she barked from the kitchen before I even finished buttoning my blouse. “Come here.”Great. Just what I needed before work. Another interrogation disguised as “concern.”I walked into the kitchen, hair still half pinned, trying to look presentable. My mother stood by the counter, arms crossed, rolling pin in hand like she was debating whether or not to break it over my head.She didn’t look angry; she looked offended, which was worse.“What is it?” I asked carefully.She turned sharply. “Did you know you embarrassed me yesterday.”Oh. That again.“Mom…..”“Don’t interrupt me,” she snapped.I bit my tongue.She pressed a hand to her chest dramatically. “How could you speak to your sister that way? Maya was only asking for help. You d

Victoria’s POV My penthouse was quiet.The kind of silence that felt staged—like the world was holding its breath, waiting for something to break. The floor-to-ceiling windows stretched across the entire living room, giving me a panoramic view of the city glittering skyline. Normally, that view soothed me. Reminded me who I was, where I stood, what I owned.But today?It irritated me.I tossed my purse onto the marble counter with more force than necessary and kicked off my heels. The moment they hit the polished floor, I exhaled a frustrated breath and raked a hand through my hair. My nails tapped against my thigh as I paced, pacing because I couldn’t sit still, pacing because my mind was spiraling in ways I refused to name.He hadn’t even looked at me.God, he hadn’t even looked at me.Alex usually hid it well—his coldness, his distance but today it felt like a damn iceberg between us. And am sure it had everything to do with her.That girl…..The new assistant.Ariana, or whatev