All Chapters of My Boss, My Husband: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The world spun, even with my eyes closed as I woke up—I could still feel it. I had definitely had too much to drink at my sister’s pathetic wedding. Smiling, I snuggled deeper into my small bed. It was hard to pick the best part of that hellish wedding—the critical mother-in-law, the hypocritical father, or the sulking groom who had been miserable all night.I tried to fall back asleep, hoping the hangover would ease, but worried it might be late, I forced my eyes open. Blurry, I saw it was 2 PM, which wasn’t too bad. I snuggled back down, pressing my back against the warmth beside me. It felt so good—so warm."Are you doing that on purpose? I swear you are."My eyes flew open, and I turned in shock to find… Lucius lying beside me, his face resting on his arm. I reacted faster than I could think, trying to push myself away from him while screaming at the top of my lungs.But my bed was tiny, and in my attempt to get away, I tumbled backward, landing on the floor with a thud. I groa

It was just another Tuesday, during an ordinary week at work. No extravagant or noteworthy events had happened during the workday worth mentioning, except that we had been given Monday off to recover from the aftermath of Amanda’s wedding.That said, I had to note how unusually calm the office was after a day off. I was typing up a document on my computer, my mind drifting to how quiet and peaceful everything felt."Your favorite. To start the week off right," Amy announced as she placed a cup of coffee on my desk.First, I noticed the branded cup—she had gotten it from an outside café. Then, I looked at her, holding another tray with several coffees. She was smiling and being friendly toward me."Thanks..." I said uncertainly, taking a sip.I was unsure because Amy had never bought me coffee before. She had never smiled at me like this or been so friendly. To top it off, Melanie walked over and placed a box of fried pastries on my desk."You’ve got to try these. They’re from the

"I think I’ve got it. Would you be okay with an outdoor ceremony?""I wouldn’t mind. I’ll send you my guest list tonight," Lucius said, already distracted by a call that had come in, his face showing clear annoyance.I held back a smile as I left his office, a massive task on my shoulders—organizing a wedding in less than a month.-The first step in planning a wedding was finding the right venue. I reached out to several halls and clubs for appointments, but this yacht club responded the quickest. Currently, I was walking along the docks with Jenna and the event coordinator, taking in the stunning view."The civil ceremony can be held in our gardens, and the reception can be held inside," the woman explained.The club screamed elegance and luxury from every angle. It was beautiful, but it also felt like one of those places reserved for a very specific crowd. Lucius sure knew how to set a high bar."Could we hold both the ceremony and reception outside?" Jenna asked."It’s poss

Yes, we were escorted out of the club by staff and security. As they closed the gate behind us, our proud faces gave way to fear.“Why did that woman just threaten to kill you?” Jenna asked, trembling.She wasn’t the only one trembling.“The worst part is… I don’t know,” I answered, just as shaky as she was.-The shaking eventually stopped during our silent taxi ride home. It was a trip full of questions, none of which had answers. When we reached Jenna’s apartment, I asked the driver to take me to the source of the problem instead of dropping me off at my place.Lucius Brown.That’s why I was standing at the door of his apartment, ringing the bell, waiting for him to answer. The door opened quickly, but it wasn’t him—it was a woman in a uniform, someone who probably worked for him.“Miss Marianne, please come in. The mister is in the shower,” she informed me.I walked into the apartment and saw she wasn’t the only one. Two other women were cleaning—one vacuuming under the fu

After receiving a death threat, I couldn't go back to normal life. In my paranoid state, I hadn’t slept at all last night. I even pushed a table in front of my door and kept all the lights off throughout the night.Another sign of my paranoia was that I took a taxi to the office today, and now I was sitting in one of the video conference booths. I was chatting with an old client of Fairmount Corporation about the property taxes on one of the retirement homes he’d bought from us."Sorry to take up your time, Marianne. But you're the only one with enough patience for me," said Mr. Angus, who was old enough to be my grandfather."Don't worry about it. We’re here to help. I’ll send you Ariana's number; she can guide you better with the tax paperwork. Any other questions?""Not for now, but can I call you if I have more?""Send me a message, and we’ll sort it out—just like we always do at Fairmount Corporation. Take care," I said as I ended the call.And just like that, my customer-se