All Chapters of MOMMY FOR HIRE: BREAKING THE CEO'S WALL [ ENGLISH ] : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I knew this was stupid—again.But what could I do? I couldn’t stop myself.I let him cup my cheek as the kiss deepened, his lips claiming mine with an urgency that left no room for doubt.I knew I would regret this. I already did, even as it was happening. But I wanted it—and that truth made everything harder.He slowly reclined my seat until it felt like a narrow bed, never breaking the kiss. My fingers slid through his still-damp hair, down his neck, tracing the line of his back as he positioned himself above me.My hand drifted lower, pressing against the solid strength of his chest. I helped shrug his coat off, until only his white shirt remained.“You will regret this,” he murmured, his gaze fixed on my lips.“Then let this be my regret,” I replied. I didn’t even know if it was the alcohol that made the words come out so clearly.He kissed me again—harder, hotter—as if he had finally given himself permission to take what he wanted. He pulled his shirt off, exposing the wound on h

It was Sunday. Kerill had no work, and the children had no classes, which meant Charlene was busier than usual taking care of everyone.Kerill woke up close to noon. The first thing his eyes searched for was Charlene—but she was nowhere to be found in any corner of the house.“Where the hell is she?” he muttered, irritation creeping in. An unwanted thought crossed his mind—that she might be with his brother.“Wait… why am I even looking for that woman?” he scoffed.Yet his feet betrayed him, leading him straight to Charlene’s bedroom. He frowned at himself for being there, but he entered anyway. Charlene wasn’t inside, though a fresh set of clothes lay neatly on the bed. The sound of running water echoed from the bathroom.He was about to leave when her phone suddenly rang on the bed. Curiosity got the better of him. He glanced at the screen—and his brows immediately furrowed when he saw the caller.Black.Are you free tomorrow? the message read.Without hesitation, Kerill picked up t

The car was wrapped in silence as they headed home from the office. Kerill sat in the backseat, eyes closed—but Saviel could tell he wasn’t asleep. His posture was rigid, his presence heavy. Up front, Saviel drove without a word.Saviel was used to his boss’s quiet nature. But this was different. The silence these past few days felt heavier than usual—dense, burdened with thoughts Kerill refused to voice.“Boss,” Saviel finally said, eyes still on the road.No response. Kerill only stared out the window, his expression unreadable.“If you’re having trouble with Ma’am, thinking about it alone won’t fix anything.”Kerill turned slightly. “Since when did you start giving advice?” he asked coolly.“Since I noticed you’ve been spacing out a lot. No offense, Boss.”Kerill didn’t reply. Saviel sighed. “I’m not an expert with women. But maybe… try doing some research?”“Tsk. Nonsense,” Kerill muttered. “I’m thinking about business. Nothing else.”“We?”Kerill shot him an irritated look. “Can

Third Person POVIt was early morning, and Charlene was already in the kitchen preparing breakfast for everyone. She moved around with a bright smile on her face, humming softly as she cooked. The housemaids couldn’t help but notice.“Oy… something must’ve happened last night.”“Naku, Ma’am’s in love.”“Ma’am, what did Sir do? Your smile is glowing today!”Charlene turned to them, trying to look innocent. “What are you talking about? I’m just in a good mood because the weather’s nice.”None of them looked convinced.After finishing the dishes, she realized Kerill hadn’t come downstairs yet. She glanced at the wall clock and frowned. By this time, he was usually already brewing his morning coffee. But today—nothing.“Maybe he just overslept, Ma’am,” one of the maids teased as she passed by.Still, Charlene couldn’t shake off her uneasiness. She decided to check on him herself.She knocked on his bedroom door. No answer. No movement.“I’m coming in,” she said before turning the knob.In

Charlene’s POVAll the confusion in my head finally cleared when Black came to the mansion. He kept apologizing because of the backlash from the fans of his love team with Vionet. I already knew how wildly popular they were, so it wasn’t surprising that people got furious when they assumed I was his girlfriend.I was on the verge of tears while scrolling through the hateful tweets about me. A photo of Black and me together had gone viral, and someone claimed I was his secret girlfriend. That was all it took.The comments were brutal.They called me ugly.Said he and Vionet still looked better together.Told me I didn’t deserve him.Some even wished I would die.Homewrecker. Disgusting. Pathetic.I was dragged back to reality when someone snatched my phone from my hand.“Stop reading those,” Kerill said sharply. He slipped my phone into his pocket. “And stop crying. It’s annoying,” he added, handing me tissue.“They’re being too much,” I muttered. “It’s like I committed a crime. Black