My 90-day Marriage to my Ex-boss のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

I exhaled loudly, wiping my sweaty palms on my apron before pushing through the curtain leading to the VIP section.My heart was beating way too fast.The VIP rooms were almost never used, so this was my first time walking down the long hallway that led to them.Occasionally, some guests requested privacy, but Maria and only a select few employees were ever allowed to serve them.I walked slowly.The hallway felt strangely cold despite the heater running at full blast.A shiver crawled down my spine.Suddenly self-conscious, I reached up and buttoned the top button of my shirt.I didn't even know which room I was supposed to enter.I was about to walk past the second door when a deep voice suddenly called out."Enter."I froze.My breath caught.You're doing this for the money.You'll just serve drinks.Sure, they might get handsy, but this isn't your first rodeo.I repeated the words inside my head like a prayer before

My blood boiled.Before I even thought about it, I crossed the room in two long strides and grabbed the man leaning over Genesis.I hurled him across the room.He crashed into a table.But before I could get to her, another man grabbed me from behind and landed a punch across my jaw.My head snapped to the side.I staggered back.Slowly, I wiped the blood from my lip with my thumb.Then I smiled.A cold smile.The kind that made people regret their decisions.I shrugged off my jacket and threw it over Genesis.Then I rolled up my sleeves.John would be here soon enough.I knew that.But right now?I was too pissed off to wait.One man remained seated in the corner.Watching.Obviously the boss.The other two spread out.One in front of me.One behind.Trying to box me in.I cracked my neck."I'd advise you to run," I said calmly."But it's been a long time since I've had any real

“Let’s make a fucking deal.” I looked up at him questioningly. “Does this deal have anything to do with you letting go of me right now?” I asked, glancing down at where his hand was still wrapped around my arm. It was like he had only just realized he was touching me. He let go so fast it was almost as if I'd burned him. I immediately took several steps back, putting some much-needed distance between us. “Genesis,” That serious expression settled over his face again. I looked away. He let out a short laugh. “You really don't have many options right now.” His gaze swept over me. “If I were you, I'd listen.” “Good thing I'm not you then.” I whispered. “Only if your smart mouth could save you.” I rolled my eyes. “I'll let you get dres

I let out a breath I didn’t even realize I’d been holding. My chest was still tight as I made my way up from the staircase toward the room. The cold air up there hit differently, like it was trying to clear my head for me. August was gone. Good. And yet… I still stood there thinking about what I had just said to him. Where did that even come from? That version of me sharp, unfiltered, almost reckless she wasn’t someone I recognized easily. But I couldn’t afford to be soft anymore. Not in his world. Not with people like him. If I wanted to survive these ninety days, I couldn’t keep shrinking. I had to stand my ground. I slowly turned, taking in the house properly for the first time. White everywhere. Floor-to-ceiling glass walls that opened the entire city like it was on display just for him. The kind of wealth that didn’t even try to hide itself. It just existed. The staircase alone looked like something out of a museum. Paintings lined the walls, each one proba

The meetings were unending, one strategic meeting after another.Every supplier was trying to get into the Winslow Group’s good books, so it was either the hardware was unavailable or it was unavailable.And now rumours were flying around that our rivals were suddenly pushing for an exclusive deal.I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temple.Marcus Winslow was punishing me.Of course.For not getting married to his daughter.He was just trying to get my attention.He finally got it.“Schedule a meeting with Marcus Winslow’s secretary,” I said. “Tomorrow morning.”“I still haven't gotten a reply from them regarding their CEOs-” my assistant started.“I said tomorrow, I wasn't asking for an excuse, if you can't get the job done, tender your resignation.”Silence.“Tell them I’ll be there in person.”I ended the call before she could respond and exhaled sharply.Too many moving parts.Too many idiots thinking they