All Chapters of MY HUSBAND SOLD ME TO HIS BOSS.: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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31. DEAD RAT III

JENETA’S POV.Controlled Substances Report. Possession. Investigation. Hard drugs.“What?” I whispered, my voice shaky as I looked up at him. That smug smile, the one I thought I had knocked off his face was back, and it was worse than before.“You wanted to stay in Canada,” he said lightly. “But people involved with drugs tend to have immigration problems.”My pulse pounded in my ears.“You can’t be serious.”“Oh, I’m very serious.” Nonso leaned back in his chair, watching me like I was a performer in his own twisted play. “Once this reaches the right people, you won’t be staying here long.” The room suddenly felt too small, the air too thin and tight in my lungs. “You’re lying,” I said, though my voice sounded weak, even to me. My eyes flicked to the paper he had thrown on the table earlier. He only smiled wider, his hands resting easily on the table as though he had already won the battle before I arrived.“Let’s see about that, then,” he said, rising from his seat slowly.

32. SAVED RAT

JENETA’S POV.The line began to ring... Twice.My heart pounded harder with each passing second. “Come on,” I whispered under my breath, my voice trembling. “Please pick up… please.” Just as I prayed for his response, the door to the room opened and Mr Chen stepped in. “Henry,” he called. The officer nearest to me turned. Then, his face lit with surprise like he had seen a ghost. “Chen? What are you doing here?” The room fell silent. For a second, just a second, I could see the tension thick between them. Both men turned their gaze toward me. My pulse raced, and just then, the line I’d been holding onto went through. “This is Mr Maynard’s office. Please leave a message after the tone.” A lump formed in my throat as the automated message played, but I had no time to dwell on it, trying to understand how Mr Chen was here, and how he knew about my situation. “I’m here for my client,” Chen said smoothly, his eyes were sharp as they landed on me. My heart thundered in my c

33. SAVED RAT II

JENETA’S POV.I stepped into the living room, the dim light barely giving light. I reached the corridor, and I paused, catching the low murmur of a voice, Jinhai’s. But he wasn’t speaking English. His words were softly spoken in his native language. It was the first time I truly realised how much I didn’t know about him. His language, his country, his culture, his family, he was a complete mystery to me. And yet, here he was, willing to marry me. I pulled myself closer, curious even though I couldn’t understand a single word. I lingered near the edge of the corridor, listening, trying to piece together something or anything, from the tone and cadence of his voice. Suddenly, I snapped out of my daze, shaking my head at myself for eavesdropping. I turned to leave, but in my haste, I collided with the wall. A sharp yelp escaped my lips before I could stop it. The room fell silent as I covered my mouth with my hands.I froze, my heart pounding as I felt his attention shift. Slow

34. FIANCÉE.

JINHAI’S POV. "Sir, Ms Maynard has been calling you," Chen said from the driver’s seat. I exhaled slowly, my gaze catching his through the rearview mirror. His expression was neutral, but I could see the hesitation in his eyes. "Are you working for my sister now?" I asked, my tone sharp yet calm. Chen's gaze darted back to the road, his grip on the wheel tightening slightly. "No, sir." "Good," I muttered. "I’m flying back to China soon. Everything in Vancouver is settled." Chen nodded once. "Yes, sir. Ms Arinze seems to have memorised everything. The fake dates, the story but what if she slips? Your sister would be furious." "Then make sure she doesn’t slip," I said curtly, leaning my head against the headrest. I closed my eyes for a moment, but opened them again, letting my thoughts surface. "How is she?" "She passed the first round of her casting," Chen said. "We’ve prepared everything, the portfolio, her team, the agency. Everything is running smoothly." Silence st

35. YOUR COLOUR

JINHAI’S POV. Jeneta walked out of the showroom wearing a full set of red lingerie. My chest tightened, my heart hammering harder than I wanted to admit. It was lingerie. Goddamned lingerie. I’d seen her naked, touched every inch of her, claimed her body more times than I could count but this was different. She wasn’t supposed to be in this. She was supposed to be in a fucking dress. This woman was tempting every fibre of control I had left. I tilted my head, trying to mask my confusion, but then she smiled smugly, confidently, and playfully had the audacity to give me a slow, intentional 360-degree spin. I almost choked, my hand tugging gently at my tie as if loosening it could steady me. "How does this look?" she asked, her voice sweet and teasing as she gave another spin, her hips swaying in a deliberate rhythm. I glanced at the store attendants standing quietly in the corner. The moment my eyes met theirs, they lowered their gazes, pretending to be busy themselves

36. GREED

JINHAI’S POV.I released her, my legs parting hers wider. The moment my fingers brushed against her, I felt how wet she was. "Say my name again," I murmured, though every nerve in my body screamed to lose that control. Jeneta’s eyes locked with mine, wide and glassy, before they flickered downward. My gaze dropped to her throat as she swallowed hard, her pulse visibly racing. "Jinhai," she whispered hoarsely, her voice trembling, fragile, yet full of something I couldn’t name. I inhaled sharply, my eyes snapping back to hers. "Goddamn," I growled. "You have no idea how beautiful you sound." And then my lips crashed against hers, fierce and demanding, swallowing her gasp. My hand slid her panties to the side, my fingers finding her clit. I circled it slowly, deliberately. Her voice broke, her body trembling against mine, and I felt her nearly sink into the table."Ah," she whimpered, her hand shooting out to grab my wrist. "Please." I cupped her chin with my free hand, pu

37. DIAMOND

JENETA’S POV.In less than two days, my life had transformed into a whirl of luxury. Two days ago, at the shopping centre, I had no idea what had come over me. I had just separated from Nonso, but the way Jinhai touched me. It was electric. It wasn’t just physical. It was as if something invisible and undeniable had sparked within me. I dared not admit it to myself before, but everything felt different now.When he said I was going to be his wife, I lost every ounce of control I thought I had. I needed him to touch me, to make me scream the way only he could. But the difference now? I wanted to enjoy it without guilt.I stepped out of my dressing room, adjusting the hem of my low-waist skirt. The fabric sat snugly against my hips, exposing just enough to show my skin. My top barely covered my lower belly, and my heeled slippers clicked softly against the floor as I walked. Today, we were leaving for Shanghai.As I made my way outside, the early sun cast a soft glow over the

38. SHANGHAI

JENETA'S POV.We arrived at the mansion, and before Chen could get to my door, I pushed it open myself. I thought I had seen luxury before, but what stood before me now was beyond anything I could have imagined. The grand estate towered before me, its intricate architecture and grounds radiating an air of opulence. I stepped out, overwhelmed, my eyes scanning every detail of the sprawling estate. Jinhai walked toward me. "Is this your family house?" I asked."Yes," he replied calmly. His eyes lingered on mine, studying me, as if waiting for my reaction. "Although Biluo isn’t home." I could feel his gaze, sharp and probing, testing me for something. I smiled softly, refusing to let his scrutiny unnerve me. "Of course. She’s probably flying in from London." Before Jinhai could respond, a high-pitched voice broke the silence. "Jin!" I turned toward the sound, spotting a small girl running out of the mansion. Her tiny legs moved with determined speed as her arms flung out

39. SHANGHAI MADNESS

JENETA’S POV. I took a deep breath, trying to keep my composure. To remain cool was the goal, but it felt as if I was holding my breath underwater. "Is this some stunt again? Where’s the camera?"Jinhai’s expression shifted instantly. The softness in his doe-like eyes disappeared, replaced by something predatory. The change in him was unnerving. His face turned cold, and yet, it carried a deadly gaze that made my skin crawl. I held his gaze, refusing to back down, even as my heart raced."Camera?" he repeated, straightening his posture. His intense gaze never left mine. "You think I need a camera?" I scoffed, crossing my arms as I slipped out of his grasp. "So, you’re saying you know nothing about the paparazzi?" "Darling," he began with his lips curved into a wicked evil smirk. "Jeneta," I corrected sharply, but before I could finish, I was back in his arms. He pulled me against his chest, his grip possessive and it was impossible to resist. "Don’t dare act stubborn," he

40. NOTHING LIKE ME.

JENETA’S POV. The point was simple, I was having fun. For the first time in what felt like forever, I felt free. Truly free. Not the kind of freedom where you have permission to exist, but the kind where you let go of everything weighing you down. It had been years since I felt this light, this alive. The last time I went to a club was when I gained admission to university. In the years that followed, life had a way of taking everything from me, my friends, my dreams, and, somewhere along the way, myself. "Pour me some more," I told the woman in my lap, my voice slurring slightly as I handed her my empty glass. She smiled playfully, filling it to the brim without hesitation. But just as I was about to take another sip, I spotted someone over her shoulder. Broad shoulders, a confident gait, and a commanding presence that could only belong to one person. Jinhai. I froze for a moment, debating whether to acknowledge him. But instead of giving him the satisfaction, I turned my at

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