Lahat ng Kabanata ng Fake marrying my new boss: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

*Will* I push open the front door, the familiar creak greeting me like an old friend. The scent of something warm and inviting wafts from the kitchen, but it’s the sight in the living room that draws me in. Kiera is bent over a massage table, a bit of dust dancing in the air as she wipes it down with a cloth. “Hey there,” I call out, my heart swelling at the sight of her, focused and determined. Her hair falls in soft waves, framing her face as she looks up, the hint of a smile already brightening her expression. “Look what I found,” she says, straightening up and brushing her hands on her jeans. “It was in the storage room. I thought it could be useful for Frida when she gets the cast off. You know, for some extra TLC.” I step closer, curiosity piquing. “You think she’ll go for that?” Kiera chuckles, a light, melodic sound. “With pizza afterwards? She’ll be all in.” I laugh too, but then I remember the day I first brought the table home. “I actually bought it for myself at o

*Kiera* As the applause fills the room, a rush of disbelief washes over me. I can hardly wrap my mind around the gravity of what just unfolded. It’s as if time has slowed to a crawl; my heart races, each beat echoing in my ears, while my feet barely seem to touch the ground as I rush off the sidelines towards Will. He stands just off the stage, his face flushed with exhilaration, and I can see the warmth in his eyes as I approach him, a beacon of light amidst the swirling chaos around us. “You were incredible,” I breathe, wrapping my arms around him, feeling the strength of his body, the warmth of his presence grounding me in this whirlwind moment. He pulls me close, and I lift my face to meet his, our lips connecting in a kiss that feels like a promise, a vow that binds our hearts together in this wild, unpredictable world. When we pull away, the fire in his eyes ignites something deep within me… a mixture of pride, admiration, and an overwhelming sense of love. “You really did it

*Kiera*The morning sun streams through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow over our little breakfast nook. I hum softly, flipping pancakes with practiced ease, the sweet aroma filling the air. Frida is at the table, her laughter ringing out like music as she plays with Webby. The way she cradles Webby in her arms, her tiny fingers tugging at his floppy ears, makes my heart swell.Will sits nearby, pouring coffee into our favorite mugs. I sneak a glance at him, and the sight of his tousled hair and sleepy smile is enough to make my heart do a little dance. This morning feels normal, beautiful, like a slice of everyday magic. But as the clock ticks, I can sense the tension creeping in, a weight that hangs in the air.“Everything okay?” I ask, trying to keep my voice light as I watch him mutter softly in Danish, his brow furrowed. It’s a language I’m only beginning to grasp, but the cadence of his words is familiar, a comfort in its own right.“Yeah,” he replies, but there’s an edge

*Will* The sun casts a warm glow over my parents’ garden, illuminating the vibrant flowers and lush greenery that surround me. I stand amidst the chaos of wedding preparations, my heart racing with excitement. Today, everything feels alive… especially the anticipation in the air as I adjust a few chairs and make sure the aisle is perfectly aligned. This is where we’ll say our vows, where Kiera and I will promise forever to one another, and I can hardly believe how lucky I am. “Are you sure you’re not getting cold feet?” David teases, leaning against a nearby tree, his arms crossed over his chest. A smirk dances across his face, and I can’t help but roll my eyes. “Cold feet? Please,” I scoff, flashing him a grin. “I’ve never been more certain about anything in my life.” “Right? And yet here you are, sweating like a guy who just realized he forgot the rings,” he replies, laughing as I wipe my brow. I shake my head, chuckling at his antics. David has always had a knack for making

*Kiera*Will’s father takes my arm gently, his eyes filled with warmth and pride. I can feel a wave of emotion wash over me as he leads me down the aisle. I glance up at him, and he gives me an encouraging nod, a silent reminder that I’m not just stepping into a new chapter but walking toward a family that has embraced me as one of their own.As we approach Will, my heart races, and the world around us blurs. The guests fade into a soft hum, their smiles and tears becoming background music to this monumental moment. Will stands at the altar, his gaze fixed firmly on me, radiating love and anticipation. My breath catches in my throat, and for a moment, all I can see is him… my partner, my best friend, my everything.Will’s father places my hand in Will’s, and I feel the warmth of his grip, steady and reassuring. “Take care of her,” he says softly, his voice a tender promise as he steps back, leaving us face-to-face.“Always,” Will replies, his eyes shimmering with emotion. I can see th