Part 2The Sterling Debt: Stolen by the Billionaire Who Forgot Me

I was the wife Silas Sterling took by force.

To be honest, I never saw what attracted him to me.

I was just a regular corporate workhorse, and he was the CEO’s boss.

The only "spark" between us, if you can call it that, happened at a corporate gala. I had used a wine bottle to crack open the skull of his cousin, who was busy harassing a junior staffer.

At the time, I was certain I was getting fired.

The next day, instead of a pink slip, I got a transfer order.

I was moved from that crumbling branch office to the high-rise headquarters everyone was dying to get into.

My salary tripled. I became a dedicated corporate drone immediately, working like my life depended on it.

Silas seemed to appreciate my hustle. He always greeted me with a smile, gave me raises and promotions like they were candy, fired the managers who tried to sabotage me, and helped me get rid of a persistent, toxic ex-boyfriend.

He validated my work and covered for all my mistakes.

He wore the cheap cufflinks I bought him every single day for years.

I felt like the luckiest girl alive. Every day after work, I’d practically thank the stars for such an incredible boss.

I was prepared to work for him for the rest of my life.

Then came the night I had too much to drink at a firm event.

In a blur, Silas helped me into his car.

He let me lean against his shoulder and whispered, "Sleep. I’ll get you home."

I don't have a high tolerance, and that night was enough to put me out until morning.

But for some reason, I woke up halfway through the drive.

I opened my eyes and saw Silas Sterling.

He was leaning in, secretly kissing my lips.