All Chapters of Tempted by my Godlike boss: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

FLORIAN'S POV …““You’re kidding, right?” He let out a dry, disbelieving laugh.“I wish I were,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.He stared at me, the humor completely draining from his face as the reality of my words set in. “I don't understand. How? Why? When did this even start? I thought she was just your roommate.”I pulled out a chair, gesturing toward it.“Sit down,” I said, taking a deep breath. “Let me explain everything.”He hesitated for a while before taking his seat.I explained everything to him, from the part where she went to meet her father in the hospital and found out that he has only a few months to live and he wants her to get married before he dies.“So she asked you to marry her and you accepted?”he asked.“Yeah, it's just a contract marriage, nothing serious.After her father dies we can get a divorce” I said.“This can also benefit me too, think about it. That old man and his wife are also on my neck about getting married so this is also a way of gett

Roseline’s POV…Three men entered, Gabriel standing close beside them. The moment Gabriel spotted me, his eyes widened and he darted a questioning glance at Florian. Florian walked straight to me, leaned down, and whispered in my ear, telling me to sit in the corner until he was finished.I nodded slowly, I didn't really have a choice so I sat on a chair at a corner and played with my phone.I hadn't meant to eavesdrop, but their voices drifted over anyway. The three men sitting across from Florian were chefs, directors of the upcoming cookathon, by the sound of it, and they were huddled together, discussing the competition only a few weeks away.“We would just need a few chefs from your restaurant, the best chefs,”one of the men said.“Yeah I already have the list of the top chefs in this establishment, I assure you these ones are talented”Florian said.I remember a few days ago he told me I was part of the top chefs but I still don't believe him, I think he was just trying to make

Roseline's POV“Did you just say Fiancé?”he asked.His eyes widened in shock.“Yes, we recently just got engaged”I said, the words falling out of my mouth without hesitation.My father had never actually imagined me settling down. Despite all his lectures to the contrary, he fully expected me to tune him out, just like I always did. But this time was different.I wanted to do anything to make him happy while he was still here with us.“Hello, young man,” my father said, his voice level and measuring.Florian stepped forward immediately to meet him, though the nervous beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead gave him away.“Good day Sir, my name is Florian Hollis”he said.“I don't know why but you look familiar, I just can't place a finger on where I've seen this face before”my father said, stroking his chin.He lay in bed, his skin strikingly pale. A call bell rested within arm's reach on the nightstand, ensuring he wouldn't have to stand up whenever he needed assistance.“I'm sure

Roseline's POVI stared at his back, at the way he ran out of the dining room so suddenly, his chair nearly toppling over behind him."Florian, wait!" I called out, but he refused to look back. He just kept going, straight through the hallway and out toward the balcony.My father frowned, setting his fork down. "What's wrong with him?""I have no idea," I said, already pushing my own chair back. "Let me go check."I found him standing by the balcony railing, his hands gripping it so tightly his knuckles had gone pale, his eyes fixed somewhere far off in the distance, like he was seeing something that wasn't really there."Florian." I stepped closer, my voice soft. "What's going on?"He didn't answer right away. For a moment I just stood beside him, listening to him breathe, watching the tension in his shoulders slowly begin to loosen."It's nothing," he finally said, still not quite looking at me. "I was just reminded of a terrible past experience. That's all. I'm fine."I studied hi

Roseline's POV""What are you doing here?" I asked, the words catching in my throat.She didn't answer. Instead, she stepped toward me with a warm, easy smile, as if she hadn't been absent from my life for years, as if the wreckage of our past meant nothing at all.Noticing the sudden shift in my posture, Florian squeezed my hands. "Everything okay?" he murmured.I nodded slowly, though my eyes remained locked on the woman standing in front of me. She possessed a striking resemblance to my late mother. This was Aunt Tilda. For years, merely hearing her name turned my stomach; seeing her in person was entirely worse.She had abandoned our family the moment my mother drew her last breath, vanishing without a trace. In the beginning, panic consumed us. Terrified of what might have happened to her, my father went so far as to hire a search party, but the trail went cold. It wasn't until a few years ago that a family acquaintance spotted her in Paris. She wasn't just surviving; she was th