روايات وقصص ضمن I Married A Beautiful Boss After The Breakup

“For one year.” ‎ ‎One year. ‎ ‎I swallowed hard. “And after one year?” ‎ ‎He leaned back in his chair, long fingers folding together with calculated ease. “After one year, the marriage ends. You get your freedom. I get what I want.” ‎ ‎“What you want,” I repeated bitterly. “And what exactly is that?” ‎ ‎A humorless smile curved his lips. “Control.” ‎ ‎The word cut deeper than I expected. ‎ ‎I looked down at the contract again. My name was already typed neatly at the bottom, waiting for my signature like a trap that had been prepared long before I walked into this office.

"I, Berlicia Ardele, take you, Denzel Salamon, as my lawful husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do us part," Berli said after a moment of silence. Berli breathed a sigh of relief, her search had finally paid off. Not only did she find a kind-hearted man, but he also made her feel like a queen despite her circumstances not being like other women's.

But was security enough reason to marry? "I wouldn't want to be a burden," she whispered to herself as she piped delicate rosettes onto a row of desserts. Justin was her employer, her rescuer in many ways. Would accepting his mother's proposal seem like she was taking advantage of their kindness? And what about Justin himself? He had never indicated any romantic interest in her. The thought of being trapped in another loveless union made her stomach clench. A crash from across the kitchen snapped her attention back to the present.

Repairmen arrived within minutes, but opening the elevator still took some time. The staff watching the monitors felt like they might be going blind. They saw their usually cold Boss consoling a woman so tenderly, brushing her hair aside, kissing her deeply, and heard that "husband." So, Boss was married, and his wife was Serena. They felt like they were going crazy. Knowing such a big secret and not sharing it with anyone was unbearable, but revealing it might mean the end of their careers in Hustleburg. Fifteen minutes later, the tightly closed elevator finally revealed a glimmer of light.

He was in the middle of buttoning up his shirt, positioned between his chair and the desk like he owned the entire room. Because he did. The realization hit her like a slap. Her breath caught. For a second, she couldn’t move. She couldn’t think. Alexander Harrington is the boss. Her husband is her boss. She smiled. “So I'm married to my boss.” She murmured inwardly. “I won’t have to worry about anything, yes” “Is it that you don’t have respect,” Alex’s voice cut through the silence, cold and sharp, “or you are just like this?”

“You've already ruined me enough; my company has crashed, my sister is in jail, and my finances are shit. What else do you want? You really still want to steal this business opportunity from me too?” I pulled my hands out of his and took a step closer to him to remind him I'm no longer intimidated by him again. “I don't owe you any explanation, ex-husband.” He gritted his teeth, his hand forming a fist at his side in anger, but then he took a deep breath, and he freed the crumpled finger. “You're not worth me losing my temper and losing this job opportunity.” Who knew divorce and a little sprinkle of financial crisis would be what it took to teach hot-tempered Mr. a little anger management?

She said the words like they had been heavy weights placed on her shoulders. “What? How come you never said anything about that.” “You were so in love with him, I didn't want to put you in a weird spot.” I nodded my head like I could see her as I heaved a deep sigh. Alex… I hope he experiences nothing but pain. “Now, back to the boss. Are you guys really getting married?” “Of course not. What I did was on impulse, there's no way on this planet a man like Giancarlo Caruso would want to marry a woman like me.”

I had to navigate a new reality—a marriage that began with betrayal. As the wife of the Campbell family, I poured myself into the business. With my PhD in Business Administration, I turned the company into a powerhouse, closing deals and making waves in the corporate world. Sebastian and I grew closer after our baby was born. For a time, it felt like we could make it work. But tragedy struck. We lost our baby. The grief was unbearable. It tore us apart. Sebastian withdrew, growing cold and distant. I threw myself into work, keeping the company afloat while he played the part of a successful CEO. In truth, he leaned on me for everything.

I sat on the couch, thread in hand, and realized I had nothing to repair. The knock came at 9:47 PM. I checked the peephole without thinking. A woman stood in the hallway—gray coat, green-gray eyes, sunglasses pushed into blonde hair. The woman from the bakery. The woman who'd cut the line, who'd looked at me like furniture she was deciding whether to keep. She smiled. Sharp. Beautiful. Terrible. "Darling," she said, her voice carrying intensity, like she already owned the space I'm in. "I heard Alexander got married. Again." A pause. The smile widened, showing teeth. "I simply had to meet the replacement."