Todos los capítulos de Falling for my cocky Boss: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Tessa's POVI sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the screen of the laptop in front of me as words on the page blurred in and out of focus. Jack's words still rang in my head: Somebody used my computer. Somebody framed me. The evidence was gone. Everything else pointed to me as the culprit.Inside, I was crying due to panic; I just couldn't let him get away with destroying everything it took me so much to build up. My career and reputation would go down in flames in just that split of a second if I did nothing. But what could I do? Wasn't onto any lead or anything concrete which could clear my name, it was just that gut feeling telling me Damien was behind it all.Otherwise, I could not have sat with ransom held in my house while he went about taking me apart piecemeal. I wanted to know what was going on, and more than that, a confrontation with him.I did now that my mind was finally made up. I took my coat, telephone, and ran out of my apartment, hailed a cab, and off it went. Wi

Tessa's POVIt wasn't until I pulled back the curtains that my heart hit the bottom of my stomach. They were everywhere, reporters, camera crews, microphones all jammed against the face of whomever was brave enough to walk past the building. Tears welled up in my eyes at their gaze upon my own apartment.I stepped away from the window, my breath catching in my chest. This can't be happening.Arms crossed over my chest, I began to feel the walls closing in. Those headlines of the articles still swirled in my head, the accusations, the lies, they just wanted a piece of me, to make my life another media circus. If I stepped out there, my reputation, what was left of it, would go down the drain.I couldn't stay here. But where could I go? Without anyone seeing me. Not with all those cameras.My phone buzzed, breaking thoughts. I snatched it off the table, hoping it was someone with good news—Jack, maybe, with some kind of solution, a way to clear my name. But when I saw the number, it was

Tessa's POVIt was a long drive getting to the safe house.. The guys were nice, but a stupid feeling wouldn't get off my stomach that something bad was going to happen. Finally reaching it, I looked around at the quiet, seriously secluded surroundings… trees and a driveway with nobody in either direction. It was silently peaceful, and my head continued with a load of questions: who might have sent them, why was he helping me?And in the blink of a second, we were; a wave of terror surged over me. The house was fine-clean, airy, but I was in very little mood to appreciate all that. One of the men nodded silently and thrust a bag of clothes my way; I blinked, too baffled but, frankly, too tired, to ask any questions."Here," he said, his tone flat. "We got you some clothes. There's food in the kitchen. You need anything, you ask us." I nodded still dazed from all of this. "Thanks… but who sent you? I really have know."The man turned sideways to his partner; for one strange moment, I m

Damien's POV"Sir, we got a situation."I stiffened my spine, holding the phone tight as irritation seeped into my slick exterior. "What situation? Spit it out.""Tessa, she's not at the house any more. She left before we could get a full handle on things," the voice on the other end stuttered, trying to explain.I sprang to my feet, pacing across the front of the desk, and cut through the air with, "What do you mean she's gone? How did you let her slip away?" The words sliced the air like a knife. "You were supposed to keep an eye on her!""We don't know where she has gone, but we are working on it. We have checked her usual spots and as of yet, no trace.”I ground my teeth. Patience was wearing ultra thin. Damn it, Tessa. Always managing to slip through my fingers."Find her," I growled icily. "I don't care how long it takes, find out where she ran off to.""Yes, sir. We're on it."I slammed the phone down onto the desk. It cracked loudly. The whole of my game was one thing-keeping

Tessa's POVI came awake into a world that wasn't violently spinning. My body felt lighter even as the weight of all that had happened weighed in my mind. I lay there for a while staring at the ceiling, the events of yesterday replaying themselves in my mind like some film I couldn't turn off.How I saw the adoption papers, how I blew my top, how I ran from the kitchen in the state of utmost anger and hurt. And now, within my aching heart flashed images of my parents' faces, all etched with guilt and sorrow.As clear as water now in the morning, I knew I had been grossly unfair to them. They brought me up with nothing but love, treated me from day one like one of their own, and never did it feel wrong or at any time that I did not belong. They gave me everything.And I acted like a spoiled child.I heaved a heavy sigh, starting to massage my face with open palms. I needed to make this right, not snap at them after trying to protect me. The better half of me was with them and with my e