BE MY SON'S MOTHER のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Alisha Meyer was never a violent woman. She's also small, just barely 5 feet. With wavy golden1 locks, bright blue eyes, fair skin and red lips she looked harmless. But right now, she couldn't help but think.. I want to kill my boss. It has become an absolute truth that a small portion of her time every day, is now taken over with creating increasingly inventive ways to murder her boss slowly. Take today for instance. Today Alisha was debating whether to hang him out of the tenth-floor window tied to the conference table, or disembowel him with the cake knife from the tea trolley. This is all done while taking diligent notes at the meeting that he’s forced her to sit in. Never let it be said that Alisha Meyer couldn't multitask. It’s a grey, overcast afternoon and the wind has picked up, throwing rain and hail against the windows like scattershot. This should, in theory, have made the interior of the small conference room at Montenegro and Associates warm and cosy. However, the a

"Okay. Goodluck with your date then.” Alisha felt happy when her request for absence was instantly allowed but kind of felt awkward when her boss wished her luck for the date. Does her boss haven’t thought about that if she ever—really ever—get married and become pregnant, she’ll have to be on maternal leave for a few months right? Even though that would still happen in the far future, she still knew the personality of her boss. He bore a lot of nickname given by his employees and what really stood out was his emperor nickname. In the company, his words are the decree and must be accomplished swiftly and accordingly. A lot of employees do overtimes because of the level of difficulty and heavy workload. Working with him was like always facing the big boss of a video game. You have to strategize and be cautious or else it’s already game over. Thinking back all the blood,sweat and tears she went through, Alisha gave an imaginary pat on herself. Was she a bit masochistic, ah. Although

Kristoff Montenegro spent the whole day working in his office when Lucas knocked on his door. “Mr. CEO, the headquarters just informed me that the young master was missing.”Then all of a sudden a loud sound of something breaking echoed inside the room. With all his might, Lucas tried to reduce his presence in the room. The moment he received the call from the CEO’s home, he knew that a disaster was inevitable. But as his personal secretary, no one but him could report it that's why, his life was always hanging by a thread every time his boss would explode from anger. “What are they slacking for?! Tell them to find him immediately!” Kristoff bellowed. He was beyond furious. He was already angry because of those incompetent bugs that kept pestering him everywhere and now, even his subordinates couldn’t look after a child?! Kristoff stopped himself from throwing another object inside the room. He didn’t want to spend another penny for a new table. Kristoff hastily stood up and left t

Montenegro? Hearing that familiar surname, the face of her boss instantly flashed in Alisha’s mind. Her eyes unconsciously traced back to Quentin's face with her thoughts in a mess. Alisha carefully examined his features and noticed some familiar similarities. The pair of jet-black eyes that seems like a whirlpool pulling you into it and that funny curly hair that kept sticking out just above his nape. Alisha have always made fun of Kristoff Montenegro's hair on her mind. Because the cold man was always so neat and proper from top to bottom but always, always… it’s that part of his hair that’s very out of place. Every once in a while, her giggle suddenly slips and her boss for some reason would know what she’s been laughing about and turns back to her to give her a death glare. After awhile, her thoughts floated back to reality. Could he be…? Nah. That couldn’t be. She’s been working for him for three years, she of all people would’ve known if he’d dated someone, got married an

"Big Sister, this is so yummy!!” Quentin childishly exclaimed as he took a spoonful of the fried rice. Contrary to his stiff behavior with Alisha when they first met, he was completely settled in at her home and ignored everyone in his surroundings except Alisha herself. That's why, the continuous drop of temperature in the room. Lucas and Alisha’s backs were already drenched in sweat despite the cold temperature as they sat stiff on their seats. Alisha was actually marveling at the fact that Quentin was completely ignoring his father’s state. Quentin just kept on digging through his food and ate happily like the simple fried rice they made is the best food in the whole world. “Big Sister!” Alisha paused from her thoughts and saw a spoonful of rice being reached out at her in front of her sight. Blinking, she glanced at the little smile that Quentin was giving to her. Her heart softened when she realized what he was trying to do. Was he trying to feed her? She held her squeal and