Todos os capítulos de My 90-day Marriage to my Ex-boss: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

A few days after that night passed. And fortunately I spent all of them successfully avoiding August. Well... I couldn't exactly call it avoiding him when I hadn't stepped out of my room in three days. At first, I was angry. Angry at the situation. Angry that he had been there again. Why was August always there to witness the worst moments of my life? I'm sure he enjoyed every moment of it. Then the anger faded. And shame took its place. Edwina had seen the bruises the morning after I got back and immediately put me on strict bed rest as she tended to the injuries. Not that I had much energy to argue. She'd even stayed longer than her usual hours to help take care of me. I stood in front of the mirror now, carefully examining the fading marks on my skin. The bruises were finally turning yellow around the edges. At least they were disappearing. This wasn't the first time Richard had put his hands on me. But it would be the last. I stared at my refle

"Gemma, what is it?" Dad's voice came first. I barely looked up. I picked up my wine and took another sip. Mom and Violet, together, were a bad case of drama. Worst-case scenario, Violet had cut herself on a broken plate. They'd survive. When no answer came from them, dad and Marcus went to the kitchen. A moment later, Marcus stormed back into the dining room. His face was thunderous. Dad followed right behind him. Violet and mum clutching her arm, probably from the cut. "August." Dad's voice was clipped. Sharp. Dangerous. I finally looked up. "What?" He tossed a phone across the table. It slid to a stop in front of me. "Care to explain this?" I picked it up. At first, I only glanced at the screen. Then I actually read it. And for the first time that evenin

GenesisAs I heard his door close, I slid to the ground, exhausted.I'd been holding all of this in.From almost being drugged at Enzo's, to losing my house, to being here, to Dad, and now this.The comments.They said all these things about me.They didn't even know me.I felt so mad at myself, this was my fault.I worked so hard to not be treated like this but it still happened.After what felt like hours of bawling my eyes out, I dragged myself to the bed.And as soon as my head hit the pillow, I fell asleep from exhaustion.I was deep in sleep when suddenly it felt like someone had entered the room.I shot up from the bed.My heart was pounding.I looked around.It was still the middle of the night.And I was alone in the room.I let out a shaky breath.I was just dreaming.I whispered the words to myself as I got out of bed and walked toward the door.Then I locked it.Just like I had the night

"So you're telling me you worked for August for a whole year?" Esme looked horrified. "I can't believe it." She clutched her chest dramatically. "That has to be some kind of world record." I laughed. "How come nobody told me this?" She bounced excitedly in her seat like I'd just revealed a plan to save the ozone layer. I smiled awkwardly. Honestly, I still wasn't sure how to act around her. I knew August had a sister. I'd seen pictures online. That was about it. Nobody really knew much about her except that she was supposedly the black sheep of the family. Which, after meeting her, somehow made perfect sense. "Anyway," she continued, grabbing another piece of sushi, "I'm glad you didn't crack my skull before thinking I was breaking into the house." We both laughed. I laughed genuinely this time. Because she wasn't wrong. I had been about two seconds away from committing assault with a frying pan. "I wasn't expecting anyone." "I figured." She

I'd never gone viral on social media before.A few days ago, I did.Because of August.And now, thanks to that same man, I was doing something else I never thought I'd be doing.Having a pregnancy scare.Things escalated so quickly.One minute I was having a panic attack that thinking I might be pregnant, the next Esme was in the room, holding my hair up as I threw up.And before I knew it, August had gotten involved.I was doubled over, clutching my stomach.Was it supposed to be this painful?Was I even pregnant or was I just exaggerating?If I was indeed pregnant, then dear baby, please fucking kill mummy.What if the paparazzi caught wind of this?I might as well pack my bags and leave the country.The blogs would have enough content to survive until next Christmas.A few seconds later, the door closed and August was gone.I exhaled.“It’s going to be fine, Genesis. I’m really sorry this is happening.”I nod