All Chapters of Fake marrying my new boss: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

*Will*The clatter of dishes and the low murmur of hospital chatter swirl around us like background music, but my mind is a storm of thoughts. Christina’s words hang heavy in the air, and I can feel Kiera’s intensity beside me, a reminder that the stakes are high. I take a deep breath, trying to steady the whirlwind of emotions crashing through me.Shen I travelled here I had not considered the problems, that anyone would question me as her guardian. I had been so focused on how to bring Frida home I had not considered I might not be allowed to.“Will,” Christina begins again, her voice taking on a serious tone, “I need you to consider something crucial. Grief is a complex beast. You’re not only processing the trauma of what happened to Frida and her loss; you’re also facing your own loss. Are you truly ready to take on the responsibility of a small child while you’re still grieving? Do you feel ready to deal with her grief.”I feel my throat tighten, and I can’t help but clench my fi

*Kiera*Before I can even think fully about it all, I find myself standing in the small, sterile office of the town hall, watching nervously as Will fills out the marriage license application. The bustling sounds of the outside world feel distant, almost muted, as the weight of our decision sinks in. I can't help but wonder if I've lost my mind. Marrying my boss? My very handsome gay boss, no less? What kind of whirlwind have I just stepped into?But then Will glances over at me, and that warm, infectious smile spreads across his face, making the corners of my mouth twitch upward. In this moment, I know I made the right choice. Frida is worth every ounce of craziness this situation entails.“Okay, here we go,” Will says, his voice breaking through my thoughts. He shifts the papers around and gestures for me to come closer. “You need to sign here.”I approach the desk, my heart racing with anticipation. The application is printed in Danish, so of course I do not understand a single wor

*Kiera*The sun streams through the large windows of Will’s apartment, brightening the space with its golden light. I stand in front of the mirror, adjusting the delicate floral dress that Marco helped me choose. My heart races as I take in my reflection… I am both kinda excited and at the same time nerves are swirling within me. I never imagined I’d be getting married in such a way, but here I am, about to tie my life to Will’s in a fake marriage.I turn slightly, inspecting the way the dress flows around my legs, the soft fabric dancing with every movement. It’s light and fun, just like I wanted, and I can’t help but smile at my reflection. Today feels like a leap into the unknown, but I can’t deny the thrill that accompanies it. Maybe this is what I need… a new beginning, a chance to build something meaningful, even if it’s born from necessity.“Are you ready?” a soft voice breaks through my thoughts, and I turn to see Will standing in the doorway. He looks dashing in his tailored

*Kiera*I wake up, once again, to the smell of something delicious wafting through the air. It still takes me a moment to remember where I am, the now familiar surroundings slowly coming into focus. I stretch, yawning as I glance around the living room, now brightened by the morning sun.When I shuffle into the kitchen, the sight before me is… unexpected. Will stands at the stove, his back to me, wearing nothing but a pair of navy pajama pants that hang low on his hips. The sight sends a rush of warmth through me, and I clear my throat, trying to shake off the sudden flutter of nerves in my stomach.“Uh, good morning!” I say, my voice a little croaky from sleep.He turns, flashing a grin that makes my heart skip. “Good morning! Want some eggs?”“Are you always half-naked when you cook?” I ask, raising an eyebrow, trying to sound teasing instead of flustered.He smirks, stirring the eggs in the pan with a casual ease. “Not always. Sometimes I’m fully naked,” he replies, a mischievous g

*Will*I glance sideways at Kiera, her leg bouncing like a jackhammer against the seat. My stomach sinks as I realize she’s a bundle of nerves, just like I was a few moments ago. “Hey,” I say, trying to keep my voice light, “what’s got you so tense?”She looks at me, her eyes wide and vulnerable. “I just… I guess I assume I’ll be moving in with you back in New York,” she admits hesitantly.I nod, the truth of it settling in my gut. “Yeah, we kind of have to if we want anyone to believe this is real.” I try to keep the mood light, but I know the gravity of our situation weighs on both of us. “But my apartment is big, you will get your own bedroom of course.”“Fine,” she says, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. “But we need some rules.”I raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “Rules?”Kiera shifts in her seat, and I can see a flicker of determination in her eyes. “Yes, I mean you must have some rules for me Living in your home.”“I expect you to treat my things like they are your own. But