All Chapters of The Boss Who Saved Me From My Stalker Ex: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

POV: Evelyn ReeveThe desk calendar in front of Maya was currently the most important document in the building. Three heads—mine, Maya’s, and Stella’s—were huddled over it like we were plotting a heist.In a way, we were. We were planning a getaway from the relentless grind of corporate Florida."Look at this," Maya whispered, her eyes gleaming behind her glasses as she tapped a Friday on the next month's page. "It’s a holiday. If we take that Friday off, we’ve got a three-day weekend. Total bliss."Stella took a slow sip of her coffee, her expression unreadable but her nod approving. "I’m in. The workload has been manageable since the last audit. Where are we thinking? A drive down to Key West? Or maybe we charter a boat to the Bahamas?"I leaned my chin on my palm, a genuine smile tugging at my lips. For the first time in months, the idea of a future didn’t feel like a heavy weight."The Baha

POV: Evelyn ReeveTime has a strange way of healing things here at Meridian Miami. The days that used to feel like a slow crawl through a minefield have shifted into a rhythm I actually look forward to.It’s been two weeks since the storm finally broke. No more Archer lurking in the shadows of my mind. No more of Chloe’s toxic, sharp-tongued side-eyes in the breakroom. The office on the tenth floor has started to feel less like a corporate cage and more like a second home.Every morning follows a sweet, deliberate pattern.Jovan picks me up—sometimes we take his car, other times we walk the few blocks if the Miami heat isn't too oppressive. There’s always a vanilla cold brew waiting on my desk before I even arrive. We don't hide our lunch dates anymore. We just go.Maya and Stella have officially given up on teasing us. The sight of Jovan stopping by my desk just to tuck a stray lock of hair behind my ear or drop off a small bar of dark chocolate h

POV: Evelyn ReeveThe digital clock on the corner of my monitor flickered. 4:45 p.m.In the Meridian Miami building, this was the hour of the exodus. The sound of rolling chairs and the rhythmic thrum of the elevator became the soundtrack of freedom for everyone else. For me, it was a countdown.Every second felt like a heavy stone being added to a pile in my chest.I spent the afternoon playing a role. I laughed when Maya made a snarky comment about a difficult client. I nodded when Stella talked about her weekend plans in the Keys. I even managed a convincing smile every time Jovan walked past my desk or sent a quick text asking if I’d had enough water.On the surface, I was the picture of corporate composure.Underneath the desk, my heels were drumming a frantic rhythm against the carpet. My mind was a storm of jagged thoughts—revolving around a declined email and a brilliant future in London that Jovan had just set on fire.For me

POV: Jovan BradfordThe Miami heat usually lingers long after the sun dips below the Atlantic, but tonight, the fire was under my skin. Adrenaline surged through my veins, a frantic, electric pulse that made sleep feel like a distant, impossible concept.I had just dropped Evelyn off. The promise we’d made—the new life I’d practically swore on my soul to give her—burned in the back of my throat.I didn't waste a second. I threw my keys onto the marble counter of my apartment and grabbed my phone. It was late, past nine, but time zones were just numbers when your future was on the line. Kendrick and Noelle were probably mid-transit or just touching down.I found Kendrick Beckham’s name in my contacts. My thumb hovered over the call button for a heartbeat.Don’t be too late. Please, don't tell me they gave that London desk to some Ivy League shark already.I pressed dial.Ring... Ring...I paced the length of my living room, the

The silence in the car on the way to Miami International was heavy. I sat stiffly, watching the Florida palms blur past, but my mind was already three hours ahead, landing in a city that felt like a ghost story.My hands, resting on my lap, were cold and slick with sweat.Jovan noticed. He reached over, sliding his hand into mine and squeezing gently."Your hands are like ice," he murmured. "Still nervous?"I looked at him, searching his calm, olive-toned face. I took a long, jagged breath."Honestly? Yeah. It’s not just your parents, Jovan. It’s… New York."I swallowed hard, my voice betraying me with a slight quiver."The last time I was there, I was running away. I left with my life in pieces. That city is full of shadows for me. I’m terrified that the moment I step off that plane, all those old memories—Archer, the betrayal—they’re just going to swallow me whole again."Jovan nodded slowly. He lifted my hand to his lips, pr