All Chapters of Desperation Made Him Marry His Cold Boss: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"Speak, Mr. Cole," Alexander ordered, glancing down at the bag in Adrian's hand.​Adrian scoffed mentally, Mr. Cole now, huh? You just called me Adrian a few minutes ago. He clenched his fists.​Chloe still clung to Alexander, her arms curled around his like a snake. "Can't you read the room, Mr. Secretary? Hurry and deliver your speech; your boss is busy." Her voice was dismissive, as if Adrian were a fly she could not wait to get rid of.​Adrian glanced at Alexander. As always, he had nothing to say to Chloe's insults, just standing there and allowing his girlfriend to do and say whatever she wanted to his staff.​He inhaled shakily, unzipping his bag to gently take out the neatly folded shirt he had laundered last night.​"I just wanted to return your shirt, boss..." He moved closer, holding out the clean shirt to Alexander.​Alexander's jaw tightened, and his eyes found Adrian's with an unreadable intensity.​"You don't expect me to wear what you've worn, do you, Mr. Cole?" Alexan

Adrian's breath caught, eyes darting instantly to Alexander, wide and pleading, as though only his husband could anchor him from the sudden whirlwind. ​Alexander's jaw flexed, a dangerous storm flickering in his gray eyes. ​"Sebastian," his voice cut through the charged air like a blade, "that's enough. Leave." ​Sebastian chuckled lowly, not looking away from Adrian. "What's wrong, Alexander? Don't want your secretary to fall for your rival?" ​The room pulsed with tension, Adrian trapped between a rival's seduction and a husband's possessive fury. ​"Mr. Vale—" ​"Sebastian," he corrected, his warm brown eyes gazing into Adrian's gray ones. ​Adrian glanced briefly at Alexander's stormy face and gulped, "M—Sebastian, I—" ​"If you're about to agree, I suggest you leave with him. I can't ruin my reputation by having someone of your... orientation as my secretary," Alexander cut in smoothly, voice eerily calm. ​He strode over, standing right behind Sebastian, his electric blue eyes

The car glided through the wide, tree-lined road of an exclusive estate, and Adrienne's pulse quickened—this was it.​Their sleek black car rolled to a stop in front of tall iron gates. Without a word, the gates slid open on their own, silent and commanding, as if even metal obeyed Alexander's presence.​Adrienne shifted closer to the door, pressing her forehead lightly against the cool tinted glass. Outside, velvety lawns stretched like a green carpet, trimmed to perfection, their serenity mocking the chaos storming inside her chest.​The mansion came into view—white, imposing, immaculate. But it wasn't the house alone that unsettled her; it was the way the compound itself breathed wealth. Elegant light poles glowed softly along the path, casting halos of white over the garden beds bursting with color. The air felt carefully curated, almost artificial, like a stage set for someone who needed the world to know he was untouchable.​The place was large, but Adrienne was already feeling

Adrienne hesitated for a while and finally dragged her legs over to the bed. She sat down, crossing her sexy, slim legs.​"Yes, Papi—"​"Don't call me that; I hate it," he snapped, locking his serious eyes with hers.​Adrienne sighed and nodded; she could tell it was time to get serious. "I understand. What do I call you when we're alone? I just need to make sure I'm following all your rules here," she said quietly.​"Alexander is fine," he replied, drumming his fingers on his knee—a habit he suddenly realized he'd learned from watching a certain someone.​"Fuck," he muttered under his breath.​"What?" Adrienne asked.​Alexander shook his head. "Listen. I know you're trying to play your part. But don't overdo it. What you did with my mom down there was over the top. Do you understand?" he asked sternly.​Adrienne furrowed her brows. "Over the top? I just wanted her not to suspect us. You were being so... so rigid. If I didn't act, she would have suspected something." She took her chan

Alexander walked into the bedroom, expecting to see Adrienne shamelessly lying on his bed after refusing his offer last night.​However, he was met with an empty room.​He frowned, his grip on the pillow tightening as anger set in.​"How dare you, Adrienne? You leave without my notice," he murmured and flung a pillow on the bed.​He paced the room and clutched the sides of his head in frustration.​'Where the fuck am I to tell mother that my wife went so early?' He grimaced as he suddenly realised that he knew nothing about this said wife.​He didn't know her home, if she had other jobs, or a relationship.​"Fuck," He clenched his jaw and glanced at the chaise lounge as if it were guilty for the situation.​He quickly got his phone and sent a message to someone. It was about time he dug into the life of his wife. He had been so desperate to marry that he overlooked the necessary details.​What if Adrienne were a spy from a rival, sent to gather information about his life and work? And