Just Before My Wedding: Trapped By My Ruthless Boss novel Chapter 127

Chapter 127.

Chapter 127

OCEANS.

I didn’t let my driver drive.

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He was already stepping forward when I took the keys from him and opened the front passenger door for Kiss myself.

She hesitated for half a second, probably because half the office was still watching through glass walls and pretending they had urgent things to print, but she got in without a word.

Good.

One more argument would have finished what Harold had started.

I rounded the car, got in, and slammed the door hard enough to make the frame shudder. I didn’t give a fuck who was watching. Let them wonder why I was being the perfect gentleman who opened doors for my assistant. Let them choke on every rumor they were too scared to say to my face.

I started the car and pulled out fast.

Kisarel’s hand flew to the side of the seat, but she still said nothing.

That silence should have helped, but it didn’t.

My head was full of Harold’s voice.

With your father…

You promised him…‘

You were a coward then…

I stepped on the gas again, breaking a few traffic rules in the process.

Kisarel sat close to the edge of her seat with her body angled slightly away from me, as if I could be set off by proximity.

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She wasn’t entirely wrong. I just couldn’t tell her she had it backward — that her proximity was the only thing keeping me from coming apart at the wheel.

I hated that I made her feel this way.

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I hated that she had seen me hit Harold.

My grip tightened around the wheel until the reopened cuts on my knuckles screamed. Blood had already soaked through the torn bandage, but the pain had no place to land. It kept mixing with everything else until I could not tell if I was angry, ashamed, terrified, or just tired of being held together by threats and old promises.

The car sped through the city until the street curved toward the quieter avenue leading to her apartment. The one I bought

for her.

All I wanted was to get to a safe place where I could be alone with the only person that felt like home.

I drove into the premises and parked the car outside her home. The one I got for her.

I pulled into the premises and parked outside.

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a mument, neither of us moved or spoke.

Kisarel looked at my hands on the wheel. “Oceans—”

“Inside.” My voice was rough.

She didn’t argue.

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I got out first and opened her door. She stepped down slowly, eyes still carefully on me. I turned away before the concern in her face could make something in my chest break open in the parking lot.

The maids were still inside when we entered.

They all froze the second they saw me.

“Leave,” I said.

One of them blinked. “Sir, we were just—”

“Now.”

They moved immediately.

The last maid barely closed the door behind her before I ripped off my jacket and flung it across the room. Then I picked up a vase, some expensive thing the decorator had chosen, and hurled it at the wall. It shattered, spilling water and flowers everywhere.

“Fuck!”

I dragged both hands into my hair, forgetting the blood until pain shot across my knuckles. I gripped harder anyway, needing to feel something other than the pressure building behind my eyes, as I paced for a second and stopped because the room tilted under me for half a second.

I couldn’t breathe right.

That was the stupid part.

There was air. Plenty of it. Expensive, climate–controlled air in a house I owned. But my lungs kept dragging it in like had been running for hours.

My father’s face.

Harold’s blood.

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The board.

Fred.

Jace’s ring on her finger.

Too much. Too fucking much.

I knew where this leads. But I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop. That was the part that made it unsurvivable. I knew exactly where this road ended, and I kept pressing the gas.

“Oceans…” She finally spoke and approached me with all the care in the world, placing her palm flat against my chest, right

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ave the place where everything was going wrong and I went still.

“Look at me,” she said, but I didn’t I fucking couldn’t.

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If I looked at her with everything loose inside me, she would see too much. She would see the boy at the hospital bed promising his dying father he would never let the company die. She would see the man who had failed Vanessa. She would see the bastard who was about to fail her too because every road in front of me demanded I sacrifice someone.

Her other hand came up to my cheek and turned my face down toward hers.

My breathing broke apart.

I lowered my hands from my hair, and she saw the blood.

She whispered again. “Hey. Look at me.”

I finally looked down.

She was standing so close I could count her eyelashes. And whatever was holding me upright simply gave out.

“Fuck…” I pulled her into me. My arm locked around her waist, my other hand buried at the back of her head, and I held her so tightly I knew I should loosen my grip.

She went still for a second before wrapping her arms around me.

I buried my face in her hair and breathed her in like a dying man with one clean pocket of air left in the world.

My body shook as I took in a shuddering breath.

She rubbed her palm gently over my back. “I got you,” she whispered.

Those words nearly ruined me.

Because she didn’t.

She couldn’t.

No one did.

But for that one breath, with her body against mine and her fingers spread over my back, I let myself believe the lie.

I don’t know how long we stood there, but it was long enough for my breathing to slow and for the blood from my hand to leave a mark on the back of her top.

When I noticed, I pulled away immediately. “Fuck. Your clothes.”

She looked over her shoulder, then back at me. “I have a full wardrobe here, remember?” She smiled at me, and it felt like sunshine in my storm.

She took my wrist before I could step away. “Sit down.”

“I’m fine.”

“No, you’re bleeding on everything and terrifying the furniture. Sit.” She pointed to the couch, and I obeyed.

She disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a small bowl of ice wrapped in a towel, another clean cloth, antiseptic.

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and barulages she must have found in one of the drawers. She set everything on the table and knelt in front of me.

I looked down at her. “Don’t kneel

She paused, then gave me a look. “That’s new coming from a man who finds pleasure in ordering me to kneel.”

My lips almost tilted in a smile. “You now make jokes?”

“If it gets you out of this terrifying mood, then welcome to my show, Mr. Stark.” She handed the ice to me, and I couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on my lips. “See? You smiled.” She took my hand in hers and was about to clean when the ring on her finger caught the light.

The world went still again.

She noticed where my eyes had gone and quietly turned my hand palm–up before I could say anything ruinous.

“This will hurt,” she said.

“It already does.”

Her eyes flicked up to mine, and we held each other’s gaze for a moment before I spoke agairt.

“Take it off.”

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