All Chapters of My Husband's Billionaire Boss Shouldn't Know How I Taste : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

[Alma]I swallowed, shifting my attention back to the stage—my eyes landing on something there that made me pause. A painting stood under the spotlight at the center of the stage separated from everything else as though the room had instinctively given it space.At first glance, it looked simple.A woman holding a child.But the longer you looked at it, the more something inside me tightened.The child wasn't fully defined, like the image had been captured before it became real. Not blurred. Not abstract. Just incomplete in a way that made my eyes keep trying to make sense of it.And failing.The woman's hand was what caught me next.It was wrapped around the child with a grip that looked almost normal at first.Almost.But something about it didn't sit right.It looked like she was holding on too tightly.Like her fingers were pressed harder than they needed to be, as though she was trying to stop something from slipping away.From leaving.From being taken.My breath caught before

[Zevyn]"Take a deep breath, Alma…" I snaked my hand around her tiny waist, pulling her flat to my chest. "Breathe with me... Come on Princess." I said, my voice low and she did exactly that.She placed her hand on my chest, gripping my suit jacket as if it were a lifeline, mirroring my breathing."Right there... One more time." I breathed in and out and she did the same before finally relaxing on my body.I held her there. Still, my mind moving on autopilot trying to understand what exactly happened to her.I'd shifted my gaze toward her in there and her eyes were shut.I knew she was annoyed by the statement Alaric made about her and heaven knows I would have stuck out his eyes if we were somewhere else.I thought she was still trying to calm her nerves, and that was why I didn't pay much attention to why she had her eyes closed and why her hand was gripping her seat like a lifeline. Then I noticed the change in her breathing.The way her chest rose and fell.The way she was trying

[Alma]"Just breathe," I whispered to myself.My voice sounded small.I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to shove every thought to the furthest corner of my mind.Everything.I just wanted one minute of silence inside my own head.It took over five minutes of standing there and splashing cold water against my face before the panic finally started to loosen its grip on me.Little by little, my breathing steadied.My heartbeat slowed.I stared around the massive washroom.The polished marble.The gold fixtures.The expensive mirrors.Everything looked pristine. Perfect.Meanwhile, I felt like I was falling apart.A bitter laugh almost escaped me.I walked over to the toilet seat and dropped onto it heavily before slipping off my heels.A sharp hiss left my lips immediately.My fingers brushed against the bruised skin at the back of my ankle and pain shot through the area.I rubbed it absentmindedly.And then, almost instinctively, my gaze shifted toward the closed doorMr Steele's face f

[Alma]I turned, ready to continue toward the walk-in closet, but Mr Steele'svoice cut through the room—deep, sharp—and my body stopped before my mind could catch up."You don't get to walk out because you want to." His voice sliced through me like a blade dragged slowly across skin. My fingers curled instinctively at my sides, bunching the fabric of my dress in my fists as my eyes snapped toward him. The words echoed inside my head, bouncing around my skull, and for a second all I could do was stare at him, my pulse thundering wildly in my ears as my mind struggled to catch up with what he'd just said."And no, there's no ending this."Something hot twisted violently inside my chest.Anger.Pure, blinding anger.It rushed through my veins so fast it almost made me dizzy."You're sick!" I snapped.The words exploded out of me before I could stop them.My eyes darted across his face, taking in every little detail.The way his jaw was clenched so tightly a muscle ticked beneath his ski

[Alma]"The jet will take you back home, don’t be stubborn," Mr Steele snapped for what felt like the hundredth time, his voice sharp enough to cut through the tension between us."And I clearly said I don’t want that… I already booked my flight last night. I need you to take me out of here to the airport without my husband seeing me.""You’re not taking a public flight.""Why the hell do you care?" My voice rose instantly as I stared down at my wristwatch again, the seconds feeling like they were dragging me closer to panic. It was 8:00am already. My flight was at 8:30 a.m., which meant I had barely thirty minutes to get there. "I’m not a kid, I can find my way back to Crestfall… just take me to the damn airport."Mr Steele’s brows creased, his jaw twitching as he stared up at me like I’d gone insane, but maybe I had.I needed to be with Grandma this evening.I needed to make her believe I was fine, that nothing was wrong, that I wasn’t slowly falling apart inside my own skin even th