ore's

er if you can't give correct information to your client!" I threw the papers in

m doing exactly what he asked me to do after his death. I have to follow his instructions. Moreo

Fuck!

details in the will and only hear t

he complete business! Not just state that I need a wife!" I don't know why my father even believed a woman could make me fall i

t was the best for

n't divorce her the day after tomorrow since I am not going to get what was legally supp

e alone with Anders giving me a sympathetic look. "G

n the corner of my office, followed by my suit jacket. It was pretty late no

A cunning greedy gold digger. Or else, why would she have said yes to this marriage otherwise? Getting the fame, the riches of being my wife? Who woul

ning the top two buttons of my crisp white shirt. Sinking into my recliner,

d a knock on my door. Knowing it woul

sk. I picked it up and took a sip, immediately getting a whiff of something different i

ha add to the

"She was thirsty and was looking for some water. Since Martha wasn't up, I asked if she could help me with the coffee. She agreed. Then hunting for the ingredients

d with that he left. It took me no more than five minutes to fi

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a's

thought he would shit himself in the pants when he couldn't find Martha to make coffee for his dear boss. I mean, it was just coffee. But we have to expect t

n. Sighing, I got out of bed to freshen up. Upon reaching downstairs, for a moment I believed I was the on

ntered the kitchen. Being called Mrs. Maxwell just felt so od

can just call me Ali

me to not address you as M

eally don't mind, hon

g again. " Did you need anything? I was just going to

breakfast for myself today?" I really was cravi

here, Mrs. Max- I mean Alina." She immediately called me by my name wh

lf. I'm the boss' lady, aren't I? Then I believe my word goes?" She looked at me before nodding quickly. And with th

nd one for Martha, I placed them neatly on the

for you too," I motioned for

then me. "I'm sorry Alina, but I can't do t

o eat at work? Come on. Just s

are just workers. I don't think Mr. Maxwell would appreciate it if I

e? Where is M

work." I sighed bef

you had some with me. I don't see anyone who'd tell Mr. Maxwell anyway? Just sit, wi

. I'm starving." It was now she who was l

led, with my s

in amazement, looking at me like I

eati

ughed at her question. "I'm sorry I don't mean to offend you or anything. It's just. Mr. Maxwell is s

f what I am doing here. I'm still finding my purpose, I guess." I joked,

ice," she said a

leted our breakfast, a guard came into the dining hall. His eyes widened, loo

the living room, Mrs. Maxwell." Ugh

come all the way here to meet me

only prayed, he isn't here to give me one of his