All Chapters of SECRETLY MARRIED TO HER BILLIONAIRE BOSS: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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41. ~Klaire~

Today would be different.It was the only way I could assure myself. I had come into a conclusion yesterday. Mr.Vilmorre was danger… and that only meant one thing… staying away from him.I would never have imagined what could have happened if Elise, truly walked in on us in that…position. Worse, if Lance had.I wasn’t only going to lose the closure I had, but my friendship too and my job. I would lose everything if I ever let myself be as close as that to Mr. Vilmorre.I had barely settled down when Mr. Hale called me about an urgent meeting at the board room. I reached into the room and sat quietly near the end of the table and Hale suddenly cleared his throat.It appeared the executives were already rounding up their discussion before I came in. When the room went quiet, Mr. Hale continued.“I’d like to acknowledge someone.”“Mrs. Klaire.”I immediately froze. What? Was that why he called me here? What were they discussing prior to this? Why do I get to be appreciated? As I stood up

42. ~Elise~

I hated the applause. It still resounded in my ears even after the board meeting had been over, hours ago. I hated all the attention she was getting."Klaire did an amazing job.""Klaire saved us time.""Klaire is a gem."Klaire blah blah blah.Almost every day, I would watch how employees would gather around her desk and give her praise and ask her for directions.I was the one with the higher position. It should be me they should seek information from. It should be me they admire. I was to be Aleksander's wife.That was the only extraordinary news that should be circulating in this office.Why was attention given to those who didn't need it? Those who didn't deserve it. I knew for sure Klaire hated all this attention, and she would never make use of the benefits that came with it.I had the right approach to receiving attention. I knew how to narrow my way into getting the benefits of these things. It should be me."I'm not interested in any romantic relationship." His words still e

43. ~Klaire~

The next morning, all employees were summoned for a meeting…which was definitely unplanned because it was not on my schedule for the day. I sat beside Mr. Hale, arranging documents and preparing to write the minute while executives trickled into their seats.Their laptops opening, their coffee cups shifting, and flipping of pages too.Then, Aleksander Vilmorre walked in and the room went quiet as usual. He carried a folder beneath one arm and took his seat at the head of the table.And we stood up briefly to acknowledge his presence. He looked around the room, studying the executives present before he spoke."I'll be leaving for Moscow in two days."Heads began to turn and the murmurs on the table increased. I listened to the whispers of uncertainty flying in the room.Some were wondering why he was going back if he just arrived a few weeks ago. Others were wondering how the company would be in shape if he left.And it was crazy to see that I was the only one…not worried. Honestly, th

44. ~Aleksander~

The door to my office opened without a knock. Only one person in the company was annoying enough to do that.Hale. He entered carrying coffee and entirely too much enthusiasm this afternoon. "I heard. But I want to know if it's true." I didn't bother looking up from the report in my hands. Hale dropped into the chair opposite my desk. "Corporate Strategic Coordinator." He exclaimed. "That's some badass promotion" I continued reading. "Yes, it is." "About time." I lowered the file and looked at him. "Don't make me regret it." Hale laughed. "You've had her doing executive work since her first month." "Not officially." "Everyone knows it." "Not officially," I repeated. He shook his head. "You are impossible, Mr. Aleksander Vilmorre" he laughed. I returned my attention to the report. "So I've been told." Frequently. Mostly by Mrs. Klaire. Her reaction irritated me. The woman had spent ten minutes arguing about her promotion. Most employees would have celebrated. Some might

45. ~Aleksander~

I parked my car and stepped out. Whenever Grandmother demanded a visit, it usually meant she wanted something.And lately, that "something" was always the same.My wife.I entered the house. Sure enough, Grandmother was already waiting. As if she'd been counting the minutes. The moment she saw me, her eyes narrowed."You took too long.""I came.""Late."I sat opposite her not ready to argue. Experience had taught me there was no point. A maid placed tea before me. I ignored it and Grandmother watched me for several seconds."I've made my decision.""What decision?""I'm not going to Moscow."That caught my attention. I looked up. "What?""I'm staying here."I frowned. The statement made absolutely no sense. Grandmother loved Moscow. More than anyone I knew. Every time she visited, she returned happier."Why?"She

46. ~Klaire~

Corporate Strategic Coordinator. The title still sounded ridiculous. Every time I heard it, I became convinced Aleksander Vilmorre had promoted me purely out of spite. By the time I got home, it felt like I had worked three jobs. My shoulders ached. My eyes burned. And all I wanted was a shower and sleep. I dropped my bag onto the couch and kicked off my heels. I had barely taken three steps toward my bedroom when someone knocked on the door. Lance. It had to be. Lately, he had developed a habit of showing up with food whenever I worked late. He would show up uninvited and I pretended to dislike it. But it was thoughtful. And it made me feel good that someone still cared enough. The knock came again and I walked over and unlocked the door. My smile vanished when I set my eyes on the stranger at the door. I mean, not really a stranger… but I recognized him. Just a little bit. He had been around Elise

47. ~Aleksander~

Elise’s smile dropped for a second when I finished my sentence. We were seated inside my office after work hours. Most employees had already left."Why all of a sudden?" Her eyes blinked several times. "You said it was not the time to meet her. You said it would take a long while before you decide it"“I did say that. But she truly wants to meet you before going to Moscow." I swallowed. "I do not want to let grandmother know we are not getting on with this relationship, so we really need to…" The words sounded ridiculous at the very thought. "…we need to pretend that we are in love."Elise blinked."So I get to meet your grandma before you both leave for the airport,” she asked again, to be sure."Yes," I responded. As much as I expected her to be excited for this meeting, she seemed rather disappointed. "Are you fine with it, Elise?" I asked.She cleared her throat. "Erhm. I mean. You told me not to speak to her for now.""And I think I am wrong for that. Maybe, you should truly meet

48. ~Klaire~

I practically skipped into the building that morning. I would be setting my clock to Moscow time this week, which meant I would be finishing all my work for the day by 10.00 am just to be culturally accurate.Haha.But for the first time in weeks, there wasn’t an Aleksander Vilmorre waiting to throw impossible tasks at my head.He was gone and the thought alone made me smile.No cold stares. No surprise meetings. No mysterious promotions. No “Mrs Klaire, explain this.”By ten in the morning, half the office had noticed my mood.Including Mr. Hale.Unfortunately.He caught me chatting with the marketing department when I was supposed to be reviewing reports.“You seem happy.”I looked up. Mr. Hale stood in the doorway with folded arms.“I’m always happy.”“Liar.”I laughed.“What makes you think that?”Hale walked into the room. "The fact that you’ve visited five departments in two hours.”“Well, I am feeling the office with enthusiasm while my lovely boss is away. Our productivity wou

49. ~Aleksander~

With my hands in my pockets, I stood at the entrance of the emergency room, staring at the closed doors. Hospitals had a smell I hated. Cold and Lifeless.A nurse hurried past me. No words were said by anyone. And it made everything worse. For the first time in a very long time, there was absolutely nothing I could do. Except waiting.I hated it.Finally, the emergency room doors opened. I was on my feet before the doctor could even speak."How is she?" I asked, impatiently.The man removed his glasses. “She's stable.""Stable?""Her blood pressure dropped significantly."I frowned. "And why is that?”"Exhaustion. Stress. Age."Age.Everyone kept saying that. Even her private doctors, but how does that explain everything? Grandma looked healthy, talked healthily, and could still bounce back into corporate business if she wanted. She had the brains for it. She never did any rigorous activities either, nor was her diet…The doctor continued. “We've managed to stabilize her, but she ne

50. ~Aleksander~

One moment Grandmother was sleeping, the next, the nurses rushed into the room, and machines were making noises I never wanted to hear again.Doctors appeared from nowhere.And once again, I found myself standing outside the hospital room with absolutely no control over the situation.By sunrise, the doctors had managed to stabilize her. The word was beginning to lose its meaning.Stable. For how long?The only thing they kept repeating was that she needed rest. And apparently, so did I. Two days later, a nurse practically threatened to call security if I didn’t go home.I looked terrible.So after ensuring Grandmother was sleeping peacefully, I finally left the hospital. Only to return several hours later, because apparently, I had no life outside of this anymore. By evening, I was sitting in the hospital cafeteria reviewing reports when a familiar voice interrupted me.“You look like death.” He placed a cup of coffee before me. "Drink.”"Is it poisoned?""It could be…" he sat at th

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