In Bed With Her Shithead Boss (By Ellie Wynters) novel Chapter 58

Chapter 58

The estate was exactly what Blair hated the most: lavish, cold, and painfully perfect. It wasn’t a home…it was a showpiece. A place meant to showcase Peter and Viv’s wealth and status. The kind of place that screamed old money, even if it was only surface–deep. Because none of their family could claim that.

As the SUV rolled up the long circular driveway, Blair’s stomach twisted into tighter knots. She really didn’t want to be here. The only benefit to her was that everyone would know she wasn’t crying about losing cheating asshole Dan.

Roman reached across the console, his fingers curling around hers. “We’re here.”

She swallowed hand. “Joy”

Keira leaned between the seats again, her voice low and laced with sarcasm. “Let’s go grace the peasants with our beautiful presence. I mean, there are heaps of people here that will be waiting with bated breath to see if you would turn up.”

Blair couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up, tension releasing for just a moment.

Sutton gave her hand a squeeze as they exited the car, the three sisters flanking one another like a united front. Roman stepped around and offered his arm, which Blair took without hesitation.

There were already guests mingling on the manicured lawn, drinks in hand, fake laughter bubbling in the breeze. A string quarter played something soft and classical that grated on Blair’s nerves. The whole thing felt like a stage set, and she hated being cast in a role she never asked for.

A hush fell over a small cluster of people as they noticed Blair. Eyes widened; whispers began. Blair held her head high.

“Ignore them.” Roman murmured.

“I plan to.” Knowing she had got the better man in the end. No, he didn’t love her yet, but the intense feelings she had for him were already stronger than what she’d ever felt for Dan. And she was going to marry him. So why not Roman?

They were halfway across the lawn when a woman in pink silk intercepted them. “Blair, darling! You made it.”

Aunt Viv. So bright and fake. Acting like her slut of a daughter hadn’t been sleeping with Blair’s fiancé. No, it was all about keeping up appearances for the wealthy families in the area and their business connections.

Blair pasted on a smile. “Of course. Wouldn’t miss it.” Waiting for lightning to strike her from the heavens for the big whopper that one was. She would love shoveling shit in a paddock than be here.

Keira snorted from beside her, but controlled herself and said nothing. For now.

“And Roman! What a surprise.” The look Viv gave Roman made it clear she now understood just how much Roman was worth. Therefore, beneficial to know and use. But she was also uncomfortable that he was here now.

He smiled coolly “Pleasure, I’m sure, Vivienne.” He didn’t move to kiss her cheek or shake her hand.

Her aunt’s eyes flicked to their linked hands, but said nothing. Instead, she turned toward the house. “Laura will be so happy to see you. Everyone’s in the garden.”

Keira coughed.

Before they could move anywhere, a second car pulled in behind them. Two members of Roman’s security detail stepped out, scanning the perimeter with discreet professionalism. Roman had told them the team would stop at the end of the estate to make sure no one was following them. When they were sure it was safe, they would meet them at the house. One of the men got into Roman’s car to move it. While Ethan moved to stand behind them.

“Security,” he murmured quietly to Viv, so she was aware of who was at her party

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Chapter 58

Aunt Viv turned with a pinched expression “Is that really necessary, Romant Bodyguards? This is a party, not a war zone”

Roman didn’t miss a beat. His tone was calm but firm. “Considering Blair’s been nearly killed twice in one week, yes, it is absolutely necessary”

Vivienne’s lips parted slightly, caught off guard. She hadn’t been expecting that. Because Blair hadn’t told her, “1… I see, Well, I suppose a little extra caution never hurt anyone” Aunt wouldn’t ask question now because she didn’t want her guest overhearing

Koman was watching her aunt very closely. Did he think her aunt had something to do with the attacks?

“Exactly,” Koman said smoothly, guiding Blair forward before Vivienne could press the issue further.

As they were led around the side, Blair felt the weight of every glance, every unspoken judgment. She spotted Laura near the flower arch, glowing in white, her hand resting possessively on Dan’s arm. Blair felt Roman’s hand tighten slightly.

“White? Are you kidding me? That woman should be wearing black, at least then the color would match her heart. She has never been pure” Keira whispered,

Blair was worried that it wouldn’t be long before everyone would hear just what Keira thought of Laura,

Dan saw her first. His eyes widened before his features settled into a smirk that made Blair’s blood boil. What did he have to smirk about?

Laura turned and gave a little wave, all fake sweetness and practiced poise.

“Smile,” Keira muttered from behind her. “Wouldn’t want to ruin their Instagram moment.”

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