All Chapters of Married to My Cold Billionaire Boss: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Hired into Chaos“Are you kidding me?” Augusto asked, narrowing his green eyes in pure suspicion.Eloise crossed her legs, maintaining her impeccable posture. Her dress brushed lightly against the exposed skin of her thighs, and she knew he had noticed, even if he pretended to be made of stone.“Not at all,” she replied. “I’ve read everything about your company. I know your meeting schedule, and I know you fired your last secretary for serving your coffee with sugar instead of sweetener. And yet, here I am. This isn’t a joke. It’s courage.”Augusto rose from his chair. Imposing at six foot three, he was pure masculine tension. His tailored black suit molded perfectly to his powerful body, and his penetrating gaze fixed on Eloise as though he could strip away not only her clothes, but every defense she had built around herself.“Courage can easily be mistaken for insolence,” he said, walking around the desk until he stood directly in front of her.Eloise rose as well. She was shorter t

A Slow-Burning DesireThe tension in the air was palpable.Eloise swiftly typed up the last of the reports, but her mind was far from the spreadsheet flickering on the screen. The heat of Augusto Monteiro’s presence still lingered around her, even after he had stepped out of his glass-walled office.She took a deep breath.Breathe, Eloise. Just breathe… He’s only your boss. That’s all, she repeated silently.But it was difficult to ignore the look he had given her minutes earlier. A look filled with power, control… and something more.Desire?Augusto, meanwhile, watched everything from his office. His arms were crossed over his chest, his dress shirt flawlessly fitted across his muscular frame, and his jaw was tense as though he were fighting against something invisible.She was bold. Provocative.But there was a sincerity in her eyes that he couldn’t ignore.She was unlike any other woman he had ever met. She didn’t flirt to please him—she challenged him, confronted him, all without

The soft spring breeze still lingered when Eloise returned from lunch. The subtle coral shade on her lips complemented the beige suit that emphasized her understated elegance.It was exactly three o’clock when she entered the company break room. She prepared a tray with a cup of coffee—black, without sugar, exactly the way he liked it—and headed toward Augusto’s office.She knocked before entering.“May I come in?” she asked.“Come in,” he replied without looking away from his laptop.She entered quietly, placed the tray on the side table, and observed him for a moment. Tension weighed on his shoulders, and his jaw was clenched as though the world inside that office felt heavier than the one outside.“Coffee. I thought you might need it,” she said with a faint smile.He nodded without showing any emotion.“Thank you, Miss Nogueira.”She discreetly left the office and returned to her desk. She began organizing his schedule for the following week, checked the pending reports, and replie

The following morning, the sound of Eloise’s heels echoed confidently across the marble lobby, as though every step were a piece of armor protecting her from the chaos inside.She wore an elegant black midi dress beneath a tailored blazer—sophisticated without being provocative. Small gold earrings and a delicate watch around her wrist completed the image of a confident, unshakable woman.Her blowout was immaculate, not a single strand of hair out of place—the result of almost mechanical patience in front of the mirror that morning. Nude lipstick complemented the soft, smoky shadow around her eyes, carefully concealing the dark circles left behind by a sleepless night.Her makeup was her shield.Her posture was her disguise.The previous evening, when she arrived home and found her father lying weakly on the sofa, she had felt the ground collapse beneath her feet.He smiled, as he always did, but even his smile looked tired.She tried to smile back, but something weighed heavily insid

The sound of the door closing behind her brought Eloise a strange sense of relief, as though she could finally breathe without the weight of Augusto’s sharp gaze following her every move. The day had been long—far more intense than she had been prepared for. She dropped her handbag onto a kitchen chair and began putting away the groceries she had bought on her way home. Everything was simple. Practical. Routine was how she kept her feet firmly on the ground, how she stopped herself from being dragged into the dangerous games played by men like Augusto Monteiro. “Dad?” she called as she passed through the living room. He was sitting in his armchair, staring into the distance like a man carrying far too many thoughts. “Hi, sweetheart,” he replied, attempting a smile. But there was something different in his eyes. A trace of doubt. Of concern. Eloise didn’t want to pressure him. She simply continued into the kitchen, tied up her hair, and lifted the lid from a pot with an aut