บททั้งหมดของ My Ex Fiancé wants be back, but my contract husband owns me: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Amelia's POV The office was already awake when I walked in. People moved through the hallway with coffee cups and clipboards, nodding good morning, shuffling into meeting rooms, typing on phones as they walked. The usual hum of a Monday morning. The usual chaos. Someone laughed near the water cooler. Someone else was on a call, their voice sounded low and urgent. I had a tight smile on my face as I walked past them, my bag felt heavy on my shoulder, my mind was still half stuck in the weekend. Darcy was waiting at my desk, her leg tapped the floor impatiently, something she did when she was anxious. "Good morning ma," she said as she handed me a file and stood there with her arms crossed. "Please read this," she said. I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion as I collected the document, and opened it. It was an investment. With a large amount of money. From five years ago, before I had signed anything with Asher, before Damian had taken over as manager. It was money laund

Amelia's POV Asher refused to tell me where we were going so I stopped asking at some point, but curiosity always got the best of me. I asked three times on the drive. He smiled each time and said nothing. The fourth time, he reached over and took my hand, his fingers intertwining with mine, and that was the end of my questions. I stared at our intertwined hands, it made me relax and want to enjoy the drive. The city lights blurred past the window. The streets were busy—couples walking hand in hand, groups of friends laughing outside restaurants, the whole world out on a Saturday night. I watched them through the glass, feeling like I was in a different world. A better one. Asher drove with one hand on the wheel and one hand holding mine. He didn't let go. We ended up at a small Italian place tucked between a bookstore and a flower shop. No sign outside. Just a red door and a single light above it. "This isn't a restaurant," I said. "This is someone's apartment." "It's

Unknown POV The office was empty when I arrived. That was the point. The building was still dark at this hour, the only light coming from the emergency exit signs and the faint glow of the streetlamps filtering through the windows. The security guard at the front desk nodded at me as I walked past—he knew me by now, knew I came early, knew not to ask questions. I smiled at him. He smiled back. Neither of us said a word. I had been coming in early for weeks now, slipping through the glass doors before the sun was fully up, before the receptionist arrived, before anyone could ask why I needed to be here before everyone else. My heels were quiet on the carpet. I knew exactly where to step to avoid the creaky floorboards near the copy machine. I had mapped out every noise in this hallway, every loose tile, every door that stuck. I had learned his patterns. His habits. His weaknesses. Damian Hades was not a careful man. He thought he was. He strutted around like he was untouchable, li

After a while of cuddling and laughing, we got out of bed and dressed up. I struggled with the bag in my arms while trying to put on my shoes at the same time. He bent down to help me put it on. "You could’ve asked for my help rather than struggling,” he said while buckling it. "Thank you." I smiled at him. "You’re welcome, now give me those. I’ll wait for you by the car," he took my bags and went downstairs. I stared at his receding figure for some time, my heart was racing. I checked everything again, before I locked the door behind me, and went downstairs. He opened the passenger door as I approached. I climbed in. The leather seats were soft, warm from the morning sun. He closed the door behind me and walked around to the driver's side. The drive to work was slow. Traffic was not so bad, but some cars drove bumper to bumper, horns blaring, people rushing to get to their destinations. I didn't care. I didn't care about any of it. The world could have stopp

Asher’s POV I was in my office reviewing contracts when Amelia called, her voice sounded tight despite her trying to sound normal. Spreadsheets and legal documents blurred in front of me, but the moment her name flashed on the screen, everything else faded. “Hey, babe,” I answered, leaning back in my chair. “You okay? You sound… off.” There was a brief pause, the kind that told me she was choosing her words carefully. “I’m fine. Can we talk when I get to your place tonight? Something came up at the office. It’s important.” My grip tightened on the phone.“Of course. When you’re done, just let me know.” “No, I think I’ll drive. See you at six-thirty. I love you, Asher.” “I love you more,” I replied softly. “Drive safely.” She hung up, and I stared at the phone for a long moment. Amelia Brooks didn’t rattle easily. Not after everything her family and Damian had put her through. Whatever this was, it had shaken her. I spent the rest of the afternoon delegating what I could and cle