All Chapters of My Boyfriend proposed to my bestfriend: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The liquid burned a fiery path down my throat. I squeezed my eyes shut, my body buckled in on itself, coughing violently as my chest erupted in heat. Tears sprang to my eyes. “What the hell….” I rasped, grabbing my throat. “I warned you, didn’t I?” I looked up through watery eyes. The man beside me hadn’t moved, his expression was blank, though his eyes flickered with quiet amusement. He passed me a glass of water before I could say anything else. I emptied it in big gulps. I set the glass down on the counter with a thud. “People drink this willingly?” I grimaced. The corners of his mouth twitched. “Usually not in one gulp.” His gaze remained on me, almost as if he was studying me. One eyebrow lifted. “Still wanna drink?” he teased. I knew he was teasing me, but I didn’t take it that way. I nodded. He studied me for another second before pouring a small amount from his bottle into his glass and sliding it to my front. I stared at it briefly before picking it up and emptied it

Alexander I closed the door of the closet behind me and stood there for a moment, my hands still resting on the handle. I glanced toward the room, half expecting to find her standing exactly where I’d met her. But she was gone. My eyebrows pulled together as my gaze dropped to the floor. The scattered notes on the floor lay untouched. She hadn’t touched a single one. I stared at them, genuinely surprised. Most women wouldn’t have walked away from that kind of money, especially not after the way I’d dismissed her. They either stayed and tried to win my attention or made sure I knew exactly how unhappy they were. But she’d simply left. My mother had been doing this for years—putting women in my path, arranging meetings I never asked for, pretending every woman she introduced was the answer to a problem I had never considered a problem. Maybe this was one of her plots to make me fall for one of them, hopefully impregnate her, and prove to all her friends and rivals that the test re

Amelia Who would have thought life could turn around so suddenly? From losing my fiancé and best friend, to having a one-night stand where he totally humiliated me, to having a switch of CEOs in the span of a week. While I was dealing with my best friend’s betrayal and nursing my mental health at home, the police were arresting Ms. Eleanor Harrison, the CEO of Cavelle, the company where I worked as a senior development manager. And now, my hands were clamped together, damp with sweat, as we awaited the arrival of the new CEO, Alexander Hayes. Rumoured to be as stoic as a stone, a total perfectionist, and as direct as a straight line. Scared? Who wouldn’t be? I had been assigned to work directly under him as his executive coordinator. Just as I entered, Billie waved me over. My lips pressed into a thin line as I walked towards her. Billie was one of the few people in the office who hadn’t suddenly become uncomfortable around me after everything that had happened. “Hey,” she said

Amelia “What are you talking about?” Ryan asked, disbelief written all over his face. “Exactly what I said,” I retorted, giving my attention to Clara again. I pointed towards the screen, my fingers trembling slightly. “Where did you get this? These are obviously mine. My drawings, my concept, and my ideas.” A stunned silence fell over the room. Clara’s hands tightened around Sofie’s. Her lower lip trembled, and she looked at me with wide, round eyes, easily pulling off the look of the victim. “I don’t know why you’d think that I’d steal from you, Amelia,” she said softly. “But these aren’t yours. I spent nights putting this together because I didn’t want to be a burden on your team… You’re clearly mistaken.” A bitter laugh escaped me. “Mistaken?” I pushed my chair back and stood, the legs scraping against the floor. “I could never mistake my own work.” I went to speak again, but Ethan beat me to it. “Still, how can you be so sure Clara stole your work?” He rubbed his temple.

“What are you doing here?” I demanded. He stepped closer, his hands clenching into fists beside him. My body stiffened. My chest twisted painfully, a rush of hurt and anger surged through me, hot and immediate. This man I had loved so deeply had betrayed me, I still hadn’t processed it, and now he was standing in front of me again. He took another step forward but I stood my ground, refusing to let him see how uneasy his presence made me. “I said, what are you doing here?” His hands shot out, I flinched, my entire body jerking instinctively as his fingers wrapped around my arm in a chokehold. My heart slammed against my chest as he pulled me closer. I struggled against him but his grip only tightened. “What, did I ruin something?” he spat. I stared at him, my brows drawing together in confusion. “What are you talking about?” He let me go with a jerk and ran his fingers through his hair. I stumbled backward against the sink before straightening. “We haven’t been apar