Semua Bab I'm Married to my Zillionaire Boss?!: Bab 1 - Bab 6

Isang linggo na ang lumipas simula no’ng mailipat ako sa kumpanya ni Linden. Maraming naging proseso bago ako tuluyang nakalipat—breach of contract, legal papers, and everything. Pero nagtataka ako kung bakit hindi man lang kumilos ang pamilya ko para pigilan ang pag-alis ko. In the end, I disregarded it. Mas mabuti na ang ganito, hindi na ganoon ka-pressure ang paligid.​Everything went smoothly since I got here. Madali akong naka-adapt sa mga sumunod na buwan, at halos naging close ko na ang lahat. However, I didn’t see my boss, Linden, during those months dahil sa sunod-sunod na business trips. Sabi ng mga katrabaho ko, ganoon daw talaga siya, laging nasa malayo.​The company is currently expanding, adapting from South Korea since doon talaga nakabase ang main source ng clothing designs nila. Pero ang mas interesting ngayon, hindi na lang sila sa tela nakabase kundi pati sa animation. They want to give life to the designs.​"Babalik na si Boss ngayon! Be ready! Ise-check ang mga sk

"Come with me," Linden said, full of authority. "We'll tend to your wound."​"Sabi nang huwag mo akong hawakan—Linden!" Nagpumiglas ako, ngunit ganoon na lamang ang gulat ko nang bigla niya akong buhatin na parang isang sako ng bigas. My world tilted as he threw me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing.​I kept screaming while we were in the elevator, punching his back with all my might, but he didn't budge. He was like a wall of granite. Pagdating sa parking lot, halos ibagsak niya ako sa passenger seat at mabilis akong sinetbelt-an.​Sinubukan kong tumakas at buksan ang pinto, pero mabilis niya itong na-lock. May nakakita sa aming guard na nagtataka sa gulo, pero bago pa ito makalapit—​"She's my wife, don't bother! May away lang kami," malakas na sabi ni Linden sa guard.​Wife? Nahihibang na ba talaga siya? Does he really think he can just claim me like that? Napaka-ano niya!​"Linden, ano ba! Let me go! I’m not your wife!" sigaw ko, sinusubukang kalasin ang seatbelt.​"Sorry t

Nanginginig ang mga tuhod ko habang naglalakad patungo sa conference room. Bitbit ko ang portfolio na pinagpuyatan namin ni Linden kagabi. Pagpasok ko, nandoon na ang lahat. Si Linden ay nasa dulo ng mahabang mesa, nakasandal at nagbabasa ng ilang reports.​"Let’s start. Lellah, you’re up first," utos ni Linden nang hindi man lang tumitingin sa akin.​Tumayo ako sa harap at sinimulang i-flash ang mga sketches ko sa screen. I explained the concept of Fluidity and Freedom, the designs I created under his guidance last night. But before I could even finish, the living hell he warned me about had already begun.​"The choice of silk for a structural design? Isn't that too risky, Lellah?" malamig niyang tanong.​"The silk provides the movement, Sir. It symbolizes the—"​"But can it hold the animation? We are not just making clothes, we are making characters. How can you ensure that the texture won't look muddy once digitized?" pinutol niya ang paliwanag ko.​Sunod-sunod ang naging katanung