All Chapters of HORNY BOSS: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

JACKSON'S POV All through the night, I held her close as she slept in my arms, her body weak and relaxed after hours of making love. We had gone round after round until she was breathless, melting into me like she belonged there. Honestly, I still don’t know how we made it home in one piece. The passion between us had been wild, unstoppable. We could barely keep our hands off each other. But while she drifted into a peaceful sleep, I lay wide awake. I knew exactly why sleep wouldn’t come. There were too many things on my mind. First, I was scared that if I closed my eyes, even for just a second, she’d vanish again. Just disappear. Like she had before. Second, I kept thinking about how to fix her life. How to fight her battles. How to get her son back for her. I wanted to be her protector. Her hero. Her knight in shining armor and more, if she'd let me. And third, I couldn’t stop thinking about Monica. What her plans were. Why she took Timothy away. Would I ever see them again? Wo

WRITER'S POV Monica stepped out of her car and stood still for a moment, staring at the front door of the house. She knew what everyone inside thought of her. It wasn’t going to be easy walking in there. Inside, Tim had already left Vera's side and ran straight into his father’s arms. Jack scooped him up effortlessly and held him close. But his eyes didn’t leave the doorway as Monica finally walked in. She moved into the sitting room slowly and sat down on the far side, keeping some distance between herself and the others. Her gaze was steady, but the heaviness in her expression made the room go quiet. "Jack, I'm sorry," Monica began. Her voice trembled slightly but carried a weight that made everyone still. "I'm sorry for everything that has happened since you became sick. I have no real excuse for my actions. But the truth is... I don't regret the time I've spent away. These past few months have been the best moments of my life." She looked between Jack and Vera as she spoke. J

VERA'S POV Guilt weighed heavily on my chest as I listened to Monica recount the painful chain of events that had forced her into decisions she never would’ve made otherwise. She didn’t run away to be cruel, she did it out of fear. Fear of death. Fear of leaving the people she loved broken. As Hannah drove us out of the compound, I looked around and imagined what could’ve been Monica’s home, her place to rule. Jack had lost everything when he went into that coma, but he’d clawed his way back and restored it all for her. He even promised more. Yet, fate had its own twisted sense of humor. They had flipped life like a coin, hoping for heads, but it came up tails. Their dreams shattered, and somehow, I became the piece that fit into the ruins. At first, I didn’t believe Monica. I’d thought she was just a manipulator who came back for Jack’s attention. I almost told her to stop lying. But when I looked into her pale face, when I saw the sadness in her eyes, I couldn’t say those words.

VERA'S POV "Vera, can you please stop running? You're not strong enough for this!" Jack’s voice echoed behind me, desperate and full of concern. But I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop. My legs kept moving on their own, powered by a mix of pain, anger, and the burning desire to be far away from everything. I didn’t know if he was close or just shouting from a distance, but his voice, steady and persistent, told me he wasn’t far. The evening air was cool and gentle, brushing my face and sweeping my hair back as I sprinted toward the main road. All I wanted was to find a cab and disappear. Just go home. Lock the door. Forget everyone. But just as I stepped off the curb, strong hands caught me from behind, gripping my shoulders firmly and pulling me into a warm, familiar chest. "You know what that woman did to me! And you still let her into your house! What were you expecting? That I would smile, shake her hand, and thank her for destroying my life?!" I sobbed, my voice trembling

VERA'S POV I was having lunch with Nathan on a quiet Friday afternoon when Hannah showed up at my door, tears in her eyes, to deliver the news of Monica’s death. We rushed to Jack’s house without wasting a second. Hannah had been right all along. It was a terrible thing, watching someone walk toward death, knowing there was nothing you could do to stop it. Monica had endured so much and sacrificed everything for the people she loved. She would be remembered by every heart that truly knew her. My chest ached for her. The tears wouldn’t stop, especially when I thought about the people she left behind. She had tried to make her departure easier for them, but instead, it made everything harder. She was a hero in every sense. A hero of love. She passed away peacefully and was laid to rest at the church her father led. He said she asked him personally to bury her there. People came from far and wide to pay their last respects, those who knew about her illness and those who didn’t. It