All Chapters of SECRETLY MARRIED TO HER BILLIONAIRE BOSS: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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61. ~Klaire~

Yeah, this was messing me up. Nothing about this was funny any longer. I needed to do something and I needed to do it fast. I would not take the blame for something I didn't do.What the hell?The once loving hardworking staff, a few weeks ago, received deadly glares at the office now. The elevator doors slid open and I stepped inside.And immediately wished I hadn’t.Aleksander Vilmorre stood inside.Alone.My heartbeat stopped.And the doors closed behind me with a soft ding. For a few seconds, my mind and my mouth struggled for words.The elevator suddenly felt too small. Too suffocating. And slowly, my eyes drifted toward him.He looked exhausted. The dark circles under his eyes had deepened. I was dying to ask what happened to his woman and if she was okay…But I knew I had worsened whatever he might have been going through.As much as I hated to be seen as weak, I couldn't control all the tears that I shed yesterday. Yet, this man remained cold, hearing me soullessly.The man stan

62. ~Klaire~

The moment I entered my apartment, every strength that I had been building up in the office broke to pieces.Not gracefully. I broke completely.My handbag dropped somewhere near the door. My heels came off halfway down the hallway. And by the time I reached the couch, I was crying so hard I could barely breathe.Everything hurts.My chest. My head. My pride. My heart.I curled into myself, trying to stop the tears. Trying to stop the embarrassment replaying in my mind.A knock sounded at the door. I ignored it.Another knock. Then my phone rang.My husband name displayed on the screen.“Klaire?”The moment I heard his voice, I started crying harder.“Klaire?” His tone changed instantly.“What happened?”I couldn’t answer.Twenty minutes later, he was standing in my apartment holding takeout food that I still haven’t touched, and I sat curled against him, still crying and falling apart.His arms tightened around me and his warmth encircled me. The exact opposite of how I felt.“Klaire

63. ~Aleksander~

Hale stepped inside carrying a stack of reports. His usually cheerful face looked unusually serious, his tie was loosened from his chest as if he was exhausted from working. “The legal department sent these.” He placed the documents on my desk, his brows raised.I glanced at the bold heading.Potential Litigation Against Employee.Klaire Kingston.I pushed the file back to him, not wanting to even see it at the moment.But for the first time in a while, something struck me. I was considering her full name. Klaire Kingston. Nothing about that sat right, coupled with all that was happening. I rested my elbows on the desk, my fingers interlocked beneath my chin. “You think they know each other?”“Who is that?" Hale asked in complete dismay.Something didn’t fit. “Klaire. I want you to look into her background again.”“I already did.”“No.” I shook my head.“Deeper.” His expression grew serious.“What exactly am I looking for?”“Her last name. I don’t remember seeing her surname on the e

64. ~Aleksander~

Hale folded his palm, several times, and I could tell he was trying everything to control his disbelief. He believed in Klaire. More than anyone else could and that was great, but he needed to realize that she was playing him… playing us…playing the Vilmorre enterprise.“What about Elise?” Hale asked.I frowned. “What about her?”“I spoke to her this morning and she was really upset. And didn't believe Klaire could do such a thing”“As expected.”Hale nodded slowly. “She said she couldn’t even look at Klaire anymore.”At least someone in this office had standards.“I’ve never seen Elise judge people that quickly.”I shrugged. "Maybe she’s learning.”Hale stood, collecting the untouched legal file." I guess I have to go." He mentioned and when he reached the door, he stopped and looked back. “I still don’t think she’s a spy.”I looked directly at him. “And I think she’s the best one we’ve ever hired.”He rolled his eyes as he caught my sarcastic tone. As he held the doorknob again, I

65. ~Klaire~

By the time I reached work the next morning, I had told myself I was done crying.Enough now, Klaire.If I kept crying, I would only become the guilty woman everyone already believed I was.No.If I wanted my name back… I had to fight for it. Not with tears but with the truth.The newly assigned receptionist kept on the last floor, looked at me nervously when I took a deep breath and marched straight toward the executive floor.“Mrs. Klaire… Mr. Vilmorre isn’t taking visitors.” she ran after me. That was probably a lie, but I knew what all the employees were doing also, they would not want to involve me in anything concerning Vilmorre, for their sake.Some even wondered why he was still keeping me at the office. The receptionist ran up to me before I could reach his door.“He’ll take this one.” Before she could stop me, I knocked once and pushed the door open.Mr. Vilmorre looked up from his desk. “I don’t remember asking you to come in.”“I only need five minutes.” I shut the door be

66. ~Klaire~

To find evidence…I had spent three days replaying every second in my head.Every conversation. Every document.Every step I had taken with those confidential files. The answer never changed.I never took them home. I never showed them to anyone. I never left them unattended.Which meant…If the information had leaked…It happened somewhere I wasn’t looking.I knocked lightly on Hale’s office door. “Come in.”He looked up from his laptop and immediately smiled. “Mrs. Klaire.”“You look terrible.” I laughed weakly.“That’s because I feel terrible.”His smile disappeared as he gestured toward the chair. “Sit.”I did. For a few moments, I took a deep breath. “I need your help.”Hale leaned back. “If I can.”“You can.”I clasped my hands together. “I need the security footage.”His eyebrows rose. “From where?”“My office, from the week Mr. Vilmorre gave me those confidential files.”His expression became thoughtful. “What are you looking for?”I answered immediately. “My innocence.”He wen

67. ~Aleksander~

When the water drizzled from the shower, my eyes closed and I stood stiff in the bathroom. Minutes passed and I remained in the same position. I was at the Vilmorre's residence, not because I wouldn't stay with Grandma at home, but because I needed a break from all of the exhaustion I was feeling. Grandma had tons of servants around her, and although it would never feel like having her dearest grandson around, she was safe and that was all that mattered.About me being safe…that was something I didn't know myself.I had court proceedings in the future…Suing my employee and filing for a divorce and I could not imagine how much time it would take me to get over this phase.Klaire and Elise.Yet what bothered me the most was Klaire…her tears kept resurfacing in my mind. Something about it…seemed genuine.But I refused to believe it.She was a spy and a spy would lie…act…ltetend about things like this.I rubbed the water off my face and turned off the shower, grabbed a towel, and wrapp

68. ~Aleksander~

I mailed a word to the security department, asking for the footage of the cameras in my office and…Klaire's too. It would be wrong of me not to take what Klaire said into consideration.If she had manipulated her security footage, she wouldn't be able to manipulate mine.And if it was true that the file never left her office…that would only strike out one of the suspicions. But there was more…she could have used any other method to leak this.Still…I still gave her that tiny benefit of doubt. I moved from my room, headed downstairs to Grandma's room. She had called me for a while now, but I chose to answer only after an hour…because grandma?She would talk about anything…literally anything.And I was right.Two hours later, I was at a social gathering where conversations lasted for hours. I adjusted the cuff of my black suit as my driver pulled into the long driveway of the estate.Luxury cars stretched across the entrance. Politicians. CEOs. Old-money families.Exactly the kind of e

69. ~Klaire~

For one terrifying second…I thought Lance knew Mr. Vilmorre. That would be the death of me… He would probably say that all I was accused of was a coup by Lance. And for this case, I didn't want to involve my innocent husband in disrespectful accusations.My heart practically stopped when I discovered it was Hale he knew. I mean… that was way better.I watched the two men carefully. How Lance had exclaimed happily like he hadn't been dropping me off at work all this time and refusing to see Hale.Technically, I could say that was my fault. I never let him come down from his car, because I feared he might know Mr. Vilmorre or something…The two men laughed as they shook hands, the kind of greeting only old acquaintances shared.“It’s been ages!” Hale said.“It has,” Lance agreed with a grin. “I didn’t know you were still at Vilmorre.”“And I didn’t know you were back.”“And look at how life reconnected us"/They laughed again.Hale's eyes moved between us. Then back again. A slow smile

70. ~Aleksander~

Ever since Grandmother fell ill, the mansion has been unusually quiet. There was barely any music and no staff chatter…The staff greeted me as they always did, but their voices were softer now, careful not to disturb the old woman resting downstairs.I loosened my tie as I walked toward her room. Before I reached there, her voice echoed from the sitting area.“Aleksander.”I sighed. “Yes, Grandma.”The moment she saw me, her eyes brightened. “There you are.”“How was the party?”I shrugged, walking over. “It was fine.”She frowned immediately “Fine?”“There wasn’t much to report.”She narrowed her eyes.n“You went to a birthday celebration full of wealthy families and came back without any gossip?” Her utmost disbelief made me laugh.“Why would I attend a party looking for gossip?”She clicked her tongue. “Oh, Aleksander. No wonder I built Vilmorre while you only inherited it.”I raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?”She smiled triumphantly./“Those parties were never about eating cake. They

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