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Chapter 118: Shingle and the Nail
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2026-09-06 20:45:11
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I Was Hired To Seduce My Boss Chapter 122: Woman who Waited
ZoeThe letter arrived on a Tuesday, tucked between the electricity bill and a catalogue I had not ordered. It was addressed to me in handwriting I did not recognize the ink, a deep, deliberate black, the paper thick and expensive. I turned it over in my hands, searching for a return address, finding none.I opened it at the kitchen counter, my coffee going cold beside me.Zoe,My name is Margaret. I was your grandmother's closest friend. I have something that belongs to you. Something she asked me to keep safe until the time was right.I live at 14 Rosewood Lane. Come alone. Come soon. I am not well.MargaretI read the letter twice, my hands trembling. I had never heard of Margaret. My grandmother had never mentioned her. But the letter felt real, the paper, the handwriting, the sense of urgency that seemed to press through the ink.I folded the letter and tucked it into my pocket.The drive to Rosewood Lane took an hour, the roads winding through the countryside I had never seen. T
I Was Hired To Seduce My Boss Chapter 121: Unfinished Letter
Liam The box sat on the workbench, its lid slightly ajar, a sliver of shadow peeking out from beneath the wood. I had found it in the back of the shed, tucked behind a stack of old paint cans, covered in a layer of dust that had settled over years. I hadn't opened it yet. I was not sure I wanted to. I pulled the lid back and peered inside. A stack of papers, yellowed with age, tied with a frayed ribbon. I lifted the bundle and set it on the bench, the ribbon falling away as I untied the knot. The first letter was addressed to me. Liam, I am writing this in the early morning, before the sun has risen. The house is quiet. The world is quiet. It is the only time I can think clearly. I want to tell you something I should have told you years ago. Something I did not have the courage to say. I was afraid of you. Not of who you were, but of who I might become if I let myself love you the way I wanted to. I read the words twice, the weight of them settling into my chest. The handwriti
I Was Hired To Seduce My Boss Chapter 120: House at the End of the Street
ZoeThe train pulled into the station with a hiss of brakes and the screech of metal against metal. I stood on the platform, my hands shoved into the pockets of my coat, and I watched the doors slide open. Passengers spilt out, a river of faces I did not recognize, each one carrying their own story, their own destination.I had not told Liam I was coming. I had not told anyone. I simply bought the ticket, packed a small bag, and boarded the train before I could talk myself out of it.The address was written on a scrap of paper, and the ink smudged from the rain. I had found it tucked inside the journal, a slip of paper I had missed the first time. A name. An address. A piece of the puzzle I had not known was missing.I stepped onto the platform and walked toward the exit, my footsteps echoing against the concrete. The station was old, the walls stained with years of grime, the lights flickering overhead. I had never been here before, but the address felt familiar, as if I had been car
I Was Hired To Seduce My Boss Chapter 119: Hand That Steadies
LiamThe wood groaned as I leaned into the plane, the blade shaving a thin curl of oak from the beam. Sawdust clung to my shirt, my arms, the back of my neck, and I welcomed the grit—the honest weight of work that left no room for thought.Marcus had called it a waste of time. "You could buy a new beam for less than the cost of your afternoon," he had said. But that was not the point. The beam had been here for sixty years and had held up the roof of the old mill through storms and neglect. It deserved to be saved.The shed door swung open, and I looked up, my hands still gripping the plane.Zoe stood in the doorway, her silhouette dark against the afternoon light. She had a letter in her hand, the paper creased, the edges soft from handling."Liam," she said. "I need to show you something."I set down the plane and wiped my hands on my trousers, the sawdust falling away like tiny scraps of time. She crossed to me and held out the letter."I found it in the box," she said. "The one fr
I Was Hired To Seduce My Boss Chapter 118: Shingle and the Nail
ZoeThe phone rang at 6:47 AM. I knew it was bad before I answered."Zoe." Eleanor's voice was thin, stretched tight over the line. "There is something you need to see."I dressed in silence, left Liam sleeping, and drove the winding road to the old house. The morning was grey, the sky was low and heavy, and the fields blurred past me like memories I could not hold onto.She was standing on the porch when I arrived, her hands clasped in front of her, her grey eyes fixed on something I could not see. She did not speak. She simply turned and walked inside, and I followed.The box was on the table. A wooden box, its surface covered in dust, its corners worn smooth by years of handling. I had never seen it before."Where did this come from?" I asked.She gestured toward the attic stairs. "I found it this morning. Hidden behind the old trunk."I opened the box. Inside were letters, dozens of them, yellowed and fading, tied with a ribbon that had long since lost its colour.I lifted the top
I Was Hired To Seduce My Boss Chapter 117: Strength
LiamThe cemetery gate groans as I push it open, the rusted hinges protesting against the weight of the iron. I step onto the gravel path, my footsteps crunching against the stones, and I follow the winding trail toward the old oak tree at the far end. The headstones rise around me like silent witnesses, their surfaces weathered by decades of rain and wind.I have not been here in years. I told myself I did not need to come. I told myself the past was buried, that visiting this place would change nothing. But the letter changed something. It cracked open a door I thought I had sealed shut.I stop in front of a simple stone marker, its surface worn smooth, the name barely legible. I kneel and brush the moss from the letters, revealing the words beneath.Arthur Cole. Beloved Father. Rest in Peace.I press my palm flat against the cold stone, feeling the grain of it, the weight of it. "Hello, Dad."The wind rustles through the trees, and I close my eyes, letting the silence settle over m
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