His Regret: Rise Of The Boss Lady

***Megan’s POV***I sat at the dining table, picking at my meal, my eyes drifting to the stairs for what felt like the hundredth time, waiting for Joe.He finally appeared, walking briskly down the stairs, his right hand man Carl takes his suitcase.“What's my schedule?” He asked him smugly.“Meeting with the dealers and also the Fernandez have called an urgent meeting that's to take place at the factory this evening, everyone's expected to be there.”“The Fernandez” Joe's voice trailed off. “What's their deal?”“Didn't say but it's important that you have to be there, your father's going to be there too.”Joe smirked.“I knew it, my old man's planning something mischievous, I'd be a coward to miss it, have our men ready.”Carl nodded walking away swiftly.Finally Joe made his way toward the table. My heart leaped as I smoothed down my gown and planted a soft smile on my lips.“Honey,” I said faintly.He slid into his seat without acknowledging me. I was used to his coldness by now, b

***Megan's POV***I woke up to an empty bed but a heart filled with hope and excitement.Joe had made love to me for the first time since we got married and God, was it good.I sprang out of bed and made for the mirror on the wall, taking in my full figure. He finally noticed me.Last night was a mixture of everything, soreness, hurt, and then bliss.I covered my face as I blushed hard. It was finally becoming a reality. Joe finally wanted me.I twirled excitedly and headed for the shower.*****"I need everything, pasta, sauce, and chicken. Lots of it," I told Katie."Ma'am, are we expecting a guest?""What? No…" I chuckled. "It's for me. I need to eat to my fill, Katie. I am beyond famished.""That’s expected," she whispered."What?""Nothing, ma'am.""Come on, Katie.""I didn't mean to pry, ma'am, but you guys made it so obvious. I couldn't help overhearing.""What?" I chuckled, holding my sides, then sighed and blushed hard. "So I wasn't dreaming, was I?""The dinner night really

***Joe's POV***“Don Rodriguez has proposed an alliance” Carl said barging into my study.“Took him long enough” I smirked. “I always knew I could win him over”Carl patted my shoulder.“You're one proud man, Joe, meanwhile I bumped into Miranda on my way here, she says you won't speak to her.”I sighed.“And?”“And? She's your fiancee, you can't keep doing this, you used to obsess over her. What happened? Ever since Megan…”“Don't mention that name here, Carl.”He shook his head.“You're indeed proud, ever since she left you've not truly been happy, you finally got all you wanted, Megan out of the way, The empire and Miranda in your life but yet you look so down.”I sighed, maybe he was right. Ever since Megan left I've been filled with nothing but emptiness and regrets.I thought I hated her, thought I didn't care but each time I kept finding myself secretly searching for her, but her whereabouts were unknown, I felt so empty without and yet I couldn't bring myself to admit it.“Cut

***Megan's POV***As usual, I slipped into my disguise for mafia-related business: a black catsuit and thigh-high stiletto boots, pulling on my black veil.I descended the mini stairs in the back of the children’s room—stairs no one would ever suspect led anywhere serious. I punched an invisible button on the high end of the wall, and an underground route opened. Below, an underground garage was filled with all types of bikes from around the world. I stepped into my favorite one, which I called the Ravenclaw, sleek and black like a predator at night, just like me.I zoomed off in one go, the engine roaring behind me.An hour later, I arrived at the warehouse, and of course, Kai’s bike, Viper, was already parked in the garage, indicating he was inside.I pushed open the large warehouse doors and almost caught Kai’s men off guard. The ones on alert had already pulled out their pistols, pointing them at the open door.I stepped in proudly, and they lowered their weapons when they realize

****Joe’s POV****I was buried under a mountain of paperwork. Files stacked like mini skyscrapers around my desk, contracts, invoices, reports… the usual chaos. The office smelled like coffee and cigar smoke, mostly mine from this morning. My brain, though? Not in work mode.Not that I was complaining too loudly. There was just… something nagging at the back of my mind. Something I refused to name. Something that kept creeping in despite the mountain of work and the constant ringing of my phone.And then the door swung open.“Joe.”I looked up. Not expecting anyone. Definitely not the man appeared with a smug smile at the corner of his wrinkled jaws.“My old man.”Don Julian leaned on his stick, smirking. That grin that meant trouble and sarcasm in equal measure.“Not the man you were expecting, huh? Looks like you’ve forgotten who built this empire you’re sitting on.”I smirked, leaning back. “You do the building. I do the ruling. Agreed?”He chuckled, tapping the stick on the floor