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Chapter 6

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But the next second, dead silence.

Cassius sat back in his leather chair, taking his time adjusting his cufflinks.

I stared at him, chest heaving, hands planted firmly on his desk.

I thought he’d be like last night—red-eyed, begging me not to leave, and letting me off the hook instantly.

But for ten whole seconds, Cassius’s face was completely blank.

"Aria."

He finally spoke, his voice so calm it gave me chills.

"You’re a twenty-four-year-old adult. Throwing a fit. Crying. In the underworld, tha
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  • My Cold Boss’s Secret Screen   Chapter 13

    I shoved Cassius away and scrambled for my phone.Caller ID: [Mom]Cassius instantly stopped the brutal kiss, but his hands stayed locked around my waist."Don't say a word," I glared at him, my voice shaking.Cassius’s ears were bright red, his eyes still burning from the kiss. He agreed in a hoarse voice:"Whatever my Master says."I picked up."Aria, how is it?" my mom sounded thrilled. "Julian’s a great kid, right?""He’s… alright." I tried to sound normal."That’s great!" Mom kept pushing. "Once you marry him, you won't have to touch dirty mob money anymore. Political families are clean. They offer security."Listening beside me, a flash of jealousy crossed Cassius’s eyes.He leaned into my ear and whispered carefully:"Master, I have more power than him. I can spoil you rotten, be your sugar daddy…"I shot him a glare.But he kept going, sounding like he was openly competing for my favor:"Plus, I’ve wired you millions of dollars on the dark web just for pocket money over the las

  • My Cold Boss’s Secret Screen   Chapter 12

    Julian went ghost white, physically trembling.Everyone else in the restaurant stopped talking, staring nervously at our table.I couldn't let Cassius keep going."Boss!" I shot out of my seat and grabbed his arm. "Let’s talk outside."I used all my strength to drag him into a private dining room next door.The second the door clicked shut, I spun to face him:"What the hell are you doing?!"Cassius just stood there, his suit flawless, but the fury in his eyes was ready to burn right through me."Julian is exactly what my parents want in a marriage." I took a deep breath, trying to sound calm. "Before him, they were setting me up with sixty-year-olds to pay off the debt. I finally get a young guy, and you don't need to scare him away."Cassius stared dead into my eyes, his voice soft:"Are you happy with him?"I nodded. "Yes."His eyes instantly went red.All the killing intent melted away, leaving behind a desperately vulnerable look."Then what about me?" His voice cracked, rough lik

  • My Cold Boss’s Secret Screen   Chapter 11

    For the next few days, I was basically under house arrest in Cassius’s penthouse.He called it "hands-on teaching," but in reality, I was just stuck in his study every day, fixing that damn painting.I ate three meals a day cooked by a private chef, living in a multi-million dollar luxury suite.But I couldn't drop my guard for a second.The way Cassius looked at me was getting more and more dangerous, like a wolf locking in on its prey.Saturday morning, just as I was heading to the study to clock in, my phone rang."Aria," my mom’s voice came through. "Since the family debt is almost paid off, it’s time to think about your personal life.""What personal life?""Marriage." She sounded thrilled. "I set up a blind date for you. It’s Councilman Romano’s son, Julian. Twenty-two, just graduated from Harvard."My eyes lit up.A political family. That meant clean money and a ticket out of the mob world."What’s his deal?""He has a trust fund that pulls in six million a year. He’s young, han

  • My Cold Boss’s Secret Screen   Chapter 10

    Before I could answer, Cassius hurried out of the study.He stumbled slightly as he walked, like a wounded animal.I stared at the door, feeling like his reaction was really weird.Why did he care so much that I hated lychee?I shook my head and pulled out my phone.I opened my dark web account and blinked.Cassius hadn't messaged me all day.The last message was from 11:20 PM last night: [Master, I want to marry you.]That wasn't like him.Usually, if I replied even a little late, he'd blow up my phone like crazy.I sent the first text: [What are you doing?]Instant reply.[Thinking about you.]I frowned: [Why haven't you talked to me all day?]He didn't reply right away this time.Just as I was wondering why, I heard footsteps.I looked up to see Cassius at the door, holding a plate of sliced apples.But he didn't come in.He just stared dead at me. The confusion in his eyes was fading, replaced by a slow, dangerous smirk.My heart skipped a beat.Did he figure it out?"What were you

  • My Cold Boss’s Secret Screen   Chapter 9

    To stop Cassius from changing his mind, I practically sprinted to get my toolbox.Ten minutes later, I carried my supplies and followed him into his private study.This study was ridiculously lavish.Over three thousand square feet of open space, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city's river.Bookshelves stretched from the floor to the ceiling, packed with volumes on art history and business management.In the center sat a massive walnut desk, and right next to it was a professional restoration table. To think the Boss was actually the best restorer in the whole family..."Sit here." Cassius pointed to the chair by the restoration table.I put my toolbox down and was about to sit when I noticed he’d pulled up a chair too.Right next to mine.So close his knee was practically brushing my thigh.I sat down stiffly, trying hard to focus on the painting in front of me.But Cassius’s presence was too overwhelming.He sat on my right, his arm draped over the back of my chair. A

  • My Cold Boss’s Secret Screen   Chapter 8

    When I woke up, it was already noon the next day.My head felt like it was going to split open, and my mouth tasted like battery acid.I rubbed my pounding head and forced my eyes open.The first thing I saw wasn't my crappy, leaky apartment.It was a massive velvet bed, silky, cream-colored sheets that probably cost more than my apartment, and a wildly expensive crystal chandelier hanging above me.I bolted upright.Where the hell was I?!Was I kidnapped?I instinctively reached under the pillow for my phone.Found it. Thank God.Trembling, I dialed Elena's number."Hello?" Elena sounded even weaker than I did."Elena!" I whispered frantically. "I got kidnapped! Call the cops!""What?" Elena paused, then gave a bitter laugh. "Aria, you aren't kidnapped. You’re in the Boss’s penthouse.""What?!""The Boss brought you back to his penthouse last night. I slept in the guest room with you. You don't remember?"My mind went completely blank."What… what did I do last night?"Elena was quiet

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