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Marianne Fairmount's world shattered when she discovered her fiance in bed with her half-sister. The cruel revelation that she had always been alone hit her hard. Her father turned his back on her, blessing the marriage between her ex-fiance and her younger sister, even celebrating the announcement of their expected baby. Left with no partner, no place to live, dwindling savings, and a job hanging by a thread, Marianne decided to drown her sorrows in one too many drinks. In a moment of reckless abandon, she spent the night with a handsome stranger, surrendering her virginity. Though the night was filled with passionate and sensual moments, Marianne was filled with regret when she discovered that the stranger was none other than Lucius Brown, her new boss and the majority shareholder of the company she worked for. The situation worsened, and with a burning desire for revenge against her family, Marianne found herself drawn to the enigmatic and secretive Lucius. She decided to propose a marriage contract that would not only put her heart at risk but possibly her very life.
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My Boss, My HusbandĀ Ā Ā Chapter 411
Sara Brown's P.O.V."Didn't we agree you wouldn't come, Mom?" Richard asked, his voice low and disappointed."Richard, you too?" Victoria exclaimed, her voice trembling with a mix of hurt and indignation."What else did you expect, Victoria?" Julian interjected, crossing his arms. "We practically had to beg Sara for permission just to see Matthew. Meanwhile, you've done nothing to make amends yet here you are, demanding things. That's not how this works.""Do you want me to apologize to Sara?" Victoria's voice cracked as she looked at me, her emotions on full display.I would never trust Victoria, and I certainly would never leave my son alone with her unsupervised. But in this moment, her vulnerability chipped away at some of my hardened resolve. Life had been so good lately, so full of joy and love, that my heart no longer had room for resentment."You don't need to apologize to me," I said calmly. "The people you owe an apology to are your sons."Victoria's eyes widened, her
My Boss, My HusbandĀ Ā Ā Chapter 410
Sara Brown's P.O.V.Six months later.Becoming a mother was one of those adventures I never knew I needed, but I'd never been more grateful for taking the leapāespecially with Lawrence by my side. Now, here we were, standing in front of a flower-draped altar nestled in the woods of the Brown family estate.Getting married in this spot felt symbolic. It had been our sanctuary as kids, the place where we'd escaped from the grown-ups and shared secrets. It was fitting that my best friend, the boy who'd been by my side through thick and thin, was now becoming my husband.Behind us was a small gathering of family and close friends. The Brownsāever-expanding with a small army of kidsāwere all present, as were a handful of Lawrence's relatives, including his brothers, Richard and Julian. We'd kept the guest list to just sixty people, making this a more intimate celebration than anyone would've expected from a Brown-Lewis wedding.Still, it was perfect. Everyone we loved was here. And the
My Boss, My HusbandĀ Ā Ā Chapter 409
I looked at our baby's tiny face, and the urge to cry overwhelmed me again. He was absolutely perfect."Are you going to keep crying?" Sara teased with a mischievous grin. "If you don't stop, I won't give you another one."I wiped my tears immediately, not wanting to take any chances. She burst out laughing, her radiant energy filling the room."So," quickly shifting topics, she leaned forward slightly, "what are we naming him? We agreed we'd know when we saw him. I've got a name from the shortlist in mind. Do you?""I do," I replied, smiling."Okay, let's say it together," she suggested, and I nodded. "On three. One, two, threeā""Matthew!" we both exclaimed in unison.We stared at each other before breaking into matching grins. Sara started clapping in excitement over our perfect sync. I laughed at her enthusiasm, but something on the hospital TV caught my attentionāa news report about yesterday's gubernatorial election. Images of Isabelle, the winner, flashed across the scree
My Boss, My HusbandĀ Ā Ā Chapter 408
Lawrence Lewis's P.O.V.Three months later...Just when I thought I couldn't be any happier with Sara loving me, life proved me wrong. Every day felt like a new peak of joy. A few months ago, I believed I had reached the ultimate high when she accepted my proposal during our trip to Finland. I'd asked her under the northern lights in a private and intimate moment, just the two of usājust like our entire relationship had been.The fallout from canceling my engagement to Emma had been relatively manageable for me. There were no financial or legal repercussions, and I narrowly escaped the disgrace of almost becoming the son-in-law of a criminal like Mark. But to say I avoided all drama would be a lie. The rumors and gossip surrounding how Sara and I had gotten together were relentless.I was usually a calm man, but any criticism aimed at Sara, accusing her of "breaking up" my previous engagement, turned me into a beast. Sara would always tell me to ignore the noise, that only we knew
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I swayed my hips rhythmically against his body, the two of us joined in that intimate connection we'd rediscovered nearly every night since the chaos with a certain corrupt official had come to an end.As Lawrence neared his release, he called my name, his voice rough with passion. I teased him by su
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The boy looked pitiful and absolutely mortified, and the growing number of eyes on us only made it worse. Lawrence took advantage of the commotion and slipped away in the direction of Sara."Who's in charge here? Who's your superior? Tell me this instant," Mark barked at the server.Had he completely
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I stopped caring about my fearsāabout him, about his feelings for other women. If I had made it this far, I was ready to risk everything for a kiss. Leaning in, I closed the distance between us and pressed my lips to his.I moved my lips softly against his, coaxing a reaction. After a few seconds, he
My Boss, My HusbandĀ Ā Ā Chapter 347
Let's just say that if Victoria had a shotgun, I wouldn't have survived the day. She didn't stop glaring at me like I was the devil himself even though all I did was stand next to Lawrence. I kept my distanceāno touching, nothing that could even remotely be considered inappropriateābut her death sta
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