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All Chapters of 60 Days to Get Married: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Chapter 31

I closed the file and leaned back in my chair, gently drumming my fingers on the desk. Carlos was gone, but his shadow lingered, an echo of a past connection long since turned to ash. Any bond we'd ever shared was buried, and now only a fragile alliance based on necessity remained. Outside, the murmur of the office reminded me that the storm hadn't waited; it was already here. Employees leaving, rumors spreading, trust evaporating. My company was bleeding out, and I had no choice but to stop it. The email notification kept flashing on my screen: the appointment for the DNA test. Proof that the past wasn't finished with me yet. Proof that there were still secrets to unearth. I exhaled slowly, a faint smile playing on my lips. Let them think I'm falling apart. Let them think I'm weak. They had no idea what was coming. When 11:30 arrived, I finally made the decision and gathered my

Chapter 32

“Everyone’s heard the rumors,” I began, my voice firm despite my racing heart. “About me, about the company, about what happened last week. I won’t deny it: there’s some truth to it. I was targeted. My accounts were frozen. And yes, my personal life has been caught up in this mess.” A murmur rippled through the room. I raised my hand to silence it. “But here’s what you need to know: I’m still here. This company is still here. And I won’t let rumors or fear destroy what we’ve built together.” I scanned the room, meeting each person's eyes. "If you want to leave, I won't stop you. But if you stay, you'll be with me against anyone who tries to destroy us. And if I can swear anything to you, it's that they will fail." The silence that followed was thick, but different now. Less fearful, more thoughtful. Kathe nodded slightly, her expression firm. Some employees exchanged glances, uncertain but attentive.

Chapter 33

The workday ended abruptly, much quieter than usual. The music that usually filled the office was gone, as were the lively conversations that creative teams typically had. It was just a silence of uncertainty that gnawed at my conscience. I had started this business to provide a safe haven for creatives so they could feel they belonged and that their talents were valued. Now, all that remained was a bittersweet mix of what would happen and what could and couldn't be. Back home, the apartment was quiet, almost too quiet. For the first time in days, there were no meetings, no anonymous messages, no voices demanding answers. Just me, a stack of boxes, and the sound of tape closing another. I sat cross-legged on the floor, sorting through clothes I hadn't worn in years. Some items went into bags for donation, others into boxes labeled as essential. Each garment felt like a fragment of the past, pieces of a life that no longer belonged to me.

Chapter 34

Although I was sleepy, the morning was more productive than I had imagined. When I left the apartment, the sun was already high in the sky, and the city felt strangely alive. I grabbed my bag, took one last look at the boxes stacked by the door, and locked it. In the office, yesterday's silence had transformed into something heavier. People were working, but their voices were low, and their glances shifted to me when they thought I wasn't looking. I walked down the hallway, the heels of my boots clicking on the floor, and felt the weight of their stares. On my desk, a folder I hadn't left there was waiting for me. No note, no explanation; just neatly arranged papers. I opened it cautiously: copies of contracts, financial statements, and a sheet with my name circled in red. My pulse quickened. I looked up and, through the glass of my office, saw someone turning around too quickly. Had someone seen the person who brought this here?&nbs

Chapter 35

Although I had a knot in my stomach and throat that made it hard to think straight, I knew I had to move. The Russian mobster had kidnapped me for money; but those who sent me wanted something deeper, something personal. That thought weighed heavy. I approached Sebastian, trying to hide the storm raging inside me. His calm gaze steadied me, like an anchor in the chaos. I forced a small smile before pointing to the boxes I had chosen. “What about the kitchen stuff?” he asked, as if reading my mind. “Yes, that could work. And some clothes I don’t wear anymore,” I replied. He smiled, and together we began the endless rhythm of lifting, carrying, and stacking. Downstairs, the SUV waited. I raised an eyebrow, and he shrugged with a half-joke: “Forget I’m rich?” The next half hour blurred into sweat and silence, until the truck was full.

Chapter 36

"Should I pick you up tomorrow at the same time?"I was about to say yes when I suddenly remembered, "No... I have plans to go out to dinner tomorrow, so..." I said, leaving the suggestion hanging in the air.Sebastian just nodded and said goodbye without asking many more questions. He turned around and left. I closed the door behind him; silence hung like a heavy curtain. For a moment, I stood there, staring at my now half-empty apartment, wondering why his departure had been more abrupt than it should have been.I was having dinner tomorrow. The excuse had slipped out too easily, but the truth was I wanted to accept his help and finish moving my things. I wanted to be out of this as soon as possible, but at the same time… I wanted what awaited me tomorrow.I ruffled my hair and moved forward, placing my hand on one of the stacked boxes that now stood as silent witnesses. My phone vibrated on the counter; a message appeared on the screen. Roy."Looking forward to tomorrow."I gripped

Chapter 37

Roy was waiting for me outside, leaning casually against the wall, with that same affable smile that had once made me believe in simpler times. For a moment, I almost forgot the weight pressing on my chest. Almost. He looked incredibly relaxed, and he was dressed as if he were going on a first date, wearing smart-casual clothes and with his hair neatly styled. "Ready?" he asked, extending his hand. I nodded, forcing a smile. "Yes… ready." The drive was silent at first; the city lights passed by like ghosts. Roy tried to fill the silence with small talk: work, old friends, the restaurant he'd chosen… but my mind wandered. I wanted to listen, to let his voice lead me to a safe place, but Sebastian's silence and James's shadow loomed over every pause. Even so, I couldn't help but notice that moment when we were walking and he casually took my hand. I turned to face him, and he didn't even blink, didn't

Chapter 38

Sebastian's POVI had no intention of following her. At least, that's what I told myself when I realized my steps were mirroring hers, keeping me in the shadows as she and a somewhat attractive guy walked toward Sofia's old apartment. I stayed behind, hidden, watching the way she smiled at him: forced, strained, but a smile nonetheless.For some reason, I told myself it was for her safety, that James's men could be anywhere, but the truth was harder to accept: I wanted to know. I wanted to hear what she said when she wasn't looking at me. I wanted to know if this man she was seeing had anything to do with James Clark or if he was just an outsider who had nothing to do with this mess.From my position, I caught fragments of their conversation. Her laughter: soft, hesitant. Roy's voice: firm, ordinary. And then her silence, the kind that speaks louder than a thousand words. Each pause hurt me in a way I hadn't expected, each glance Sofia gave him stirred something in my chest.I shouldn

Chapter 39

I set the last box on the floor with a thud, the sound echoing in the half-empty apartment. The walls smelled new, and the air carried that strange mix of new beginnings and unfinished business. I put my hands on my hips, catching my last breath. Sebastian was behind me, moving another box, his presence filling the silence like a shadow I couldn't shake. In the last few hours, he'd been… different. Not exactly distant, but reserved, as if something was weighing on him and he didn't want to share it. I caught myself watching him when I thought he wasn't looking at me: the way his jaw was clenched, the way he avoided my gaze more than usual. He was helping me, yes, but there was something about his movements, about his silence, that made me wonder if he really wanted to be there. I dismissed the thought, telling myself it was just tiredness, that we were both too tired to pretend. But deep down, I knew it wasn't just fatigue. Something

Chapter 40

I turned my head toward him; the silence was unbearable. “Sebastian,” I whispered, my voice calmer than I expected, “what are you hiding from me? I have a feeling… you know something I don’t.” He didn’t answer right away. He clenched his jaw, his gaze fixed on the floor as if the truth were written there. Finally, he exhaled, slowly and deeply. “There are things I can’t tell you. Not yet.” His words stung, but his tone wasn’t cold; it was protective, almost desperate. I felt a tightness in my chest, torn between anger and something softer I didn’t want to name. Without thinking, I moved closer, brushing my shoulder against his. “You don’t have to tell me everything,” I murmured. “Just… don’t leave me alone in this. You said we’re together, right?” Then he turned, his gaze met mine, and for a fleeting

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