All Chapters of Mistakenly Yours, Boss: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Chloe’s POV Ang Bright Beginnings Kindergarten ay hindi lang basta pre-school- it's a chaotic masterpiece. Imagine a room filled with the smell of crayons, the sound of out-of-tune nursery rhymes, and kids having an infinite supply of energy. Honestly, sanay na sanay na ako roon. Sa bawat "Teacher Chloe!" na naririnig ko, ramdam ko ang buhay sa loob ng classroom. “Teacher Chloe! Si Jacob po nilagyan ako ng glue sa buhok!” Napabuntong-hininga ako habang inaayos ang gulo. Sticky fingers, messy hair, and pure chaos. At twenty-five, ito na ang mundo ko. Wala akong designer bags, mamahaling kotse, o exciting love life. Pero sapat na yung mga batang yumayakap sa akin na parang ako ang safest place nila sa mundo. Simple lang ang pangarap ko: makatulong sa mga bata at maibigay ang kailangan ni Mama para sa kanyang chemo. Everything changed when my college roommate, Alexa Mendoza, burst into my office. “CHLOE DIMAANO!” She hugged me tight, smelling like expensive Chanel. “I'

Chloe’s POVAng ingay sa loob ng Villafuerte Gala Ballroom ay nakakabingi, pero sa pandinig ko, parang naging muffled background noise na lang ang lahat. All the lights and the judgmental eyes of the elite were fixed on us, trying to peel off my skin and see the "fraud" underneath.Pero mas nararamdaman ko ang init ng kamay ni Leo—nakapulupot ang kanyang mga daliri sa akin. Masyadong mahigpit para sa isang pagpapanggap. “Smile,” bulong niya. Hindi ito utos; it sounded almost like a plea. Ngumiti ako kahit gusto ko nang tumakbo palabas at magtago sa pinakamalapit na sulok. My heart was racing, and for the first time, alam kong hindi na ito dahil sa kaba o sa takot na mabuking. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Leo’s voice boomed, cold and authoritative, claiming the entire room. “This is Chloe. My soon to be Bride.”The word ‘Bride’ sent a strange heat through my veins. Dapat acting lang, 'di ba? Pero bakit parang may kuryenteng dumaloy sa akin? Before I could even catch my breath, biglang

Chloe’s POVNakahiga ako sa kama, nakatitig sa puting kisame habang paulit-ulit na nagpa-flashback sa isip ko ang mga nangyari. Especially the way Leo Villafuerte looks at me—it’s dangerous. It's the kind of gaze that makes you forget your own name, a mixture of cold authority and a simmering heat that I can't quite categorize.“Hindi pwede ‘to,” bulong ko sa sarili ko, closing my eyes tight. “Bawal ma-stress sa isang fake fiancé. Lalo na sa lalaking ubod ng sungit.”Pero parang nananadya ang tadhana dahil biglang nag-vibrate ang phone ko. My heart dropped nang mabasa ko ang headlines na nagkalat online: “BILLIONAIRE LEO VILLAFUERTE ENGAGED TO MYSTERY TEACHER!” I groaned and buried my face in my pillow, letting out a muffled scream. Ang OA ng internet, pero ito ang kapalit ng tulong niya para sa chemo ni Mama at para sa school projects ko. I have to remind myself every second: it’s strictly business. Walang personalan.Nang mag-text si Alexa, I decided to meet her at Brew & Bliss Ca

Leo’s POVThe morning light filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse felt too bright, too intrusive. It was a stark contrast to the darkness I had lived in for years—a darkness that Chloe Dimaano had somehow managed to breach in just one night.I stayed still for a moment, watching her sleep. She was tangled in the silk sheets, her dark hair fanning across the pillow. She looked so fragile, yet she was the only person who had the audacity to challenge me, to look past the "Ice King" persona and see the man underneath.My arm was still possessively draped over her waist. Every time she shifted in her sleep, the scent of vanilla and rain—her scent—would hit me, erasing the lingering bitterness of Sophia’s return.Fuck. Last night wasn't just part of the deal. It was an awakening I wasn't prepared for. I had broken the most important rule of the contract: No emotional attachment allowed.Dahan-dahan kong inalis ang braso ko, trying not to wake her. I needed to regai

The fluorescent lights of the kindergarten classroom flickered with a rhythmic hum, masakit sa mata at lalong nagpapakirot sa ulo ko. Every pulse of the light felt like a reminder of the penthouse—of the cold marble, the expensive champagne, and the way Leo Villafuerte had dismantled my dignity with a single signature.After what happened, pilit kong ibinalik ang sarili ko sa normal. Back to my reality. Back to lesson plans, sticky fingers, and the innocent laughter of children. Pero paano ako magiging normal kung bawat sulok ng katawan ko ay tila minarkahan na niya? I could still feel the phantom weight of his hands on my waist, a heavy, invisible chain.“Teacher Chloe, okay ka lang po?” tanong ni Kian, isa sa mga estudyante ko, habang hinihila ang laylayan ng skirt ko.I forced a smile, though it felt brittle, like glass about to shatter. “Yes, Kian. Pagod lang si Teacher.”I was exhausted—spiritually and physically. Ramdam ko pa rin ang bigat ng mga salita ni Leo. It was a contract