Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Secretive Deal with My Billionaire Boss: Kabanata 251 - Kabanata 260

MadisonA cool breeze swept off the river, and I shivered slightly. Without hesitation, Alexander removed his jacket and draped it over my shoulders. The fabric was warm from his body, carrying his scent: expensive cologne with undertones of something uniquely him. "Thanks," I murmured, pulling it closer around me. "Can't have my girlfriend freezing to death. Bad for my reputation." I rolled my eyes. "Heaven forbid anything to damage the great Alexander Knight's reputation." "Exactly." His smile was visible even in the low light. "I have an image to maintain." "And what image is that? Billionaire playboy?" "Among other things." His eyes caught the moonlight, a glint of something unreadable in them. "I'm also known for my excellent taste in companions." I snorted, pulling his jacket tighter around my shoulders. "Is that what I am? A companion?" "You're many things, Madison." His voice dropped lower. "Some of which I'm still discovering." A comfortable silence fell between us,

AlexanderThe sleek Bentley pulled up to a pristine townhouse in Kensington, one of London's most exclusive neighborhoods. I checked the address against the one Leo had texted me. "This is it," I told Madison, who peered through the window with undisguised curiosity. "I need you to wait in the car." Her brow furrowed. "What? Why?" "Because I don't want to spook her. Leo and I will handle this." I squeezed her hand reassuringly. "Trust me." Madison's lips pressed into a thin line of disapproval. "Fine. But be careful." "Always am." I winked, enjoying the eye roll it earned me. I stepped out of the car, straightening my jacket as I surveyed the elegant townhouse. Security cameras were discreetly positioned at strategic points. A black car was parked nearby, and I spotted Leo leaning against it, sunglasses on despite the overcast London sky. "About time," he said as I approached. "Thought you'd gotten lost in tourist land." "Had to show Madison Harper the sights. Can't come to Lo

Alexander"The thing about guns, Selena," I said conversationally, "is that they're quite loud. One shot and this place will be swarming with police. London's finest don't take kindly to Americans getting shot in Kensington townhouses.""I'll tell them you attacked me," she countered."With what evidence? Your word against mine? The word of a woman holding a gun on two unarmed men in her own home?"Her eyes narrowed, but I could see uncertainty creeping in. She was smart enough to realize the corner she'd backed herself into."Besides," I continued casually, "everything you've said since we walked in has been recorded."Her face paled slightly. "You're lying."I tapped the pen clipped to my breast pocket. "Latest tech. Records audio and video. Streams it directly to secure cloud storage." I gestured to Leo. "He's wearing one too."Leo nodded, touching his pen. "Standard procedure when dealing with potential corporate saboteurs.""You can't just record people without their consent," Se

AlexanderI paced across her pristine living room, moonlight filtering through the tall windows. The London night created dramatic shadows across her terrified face. "Let me make something absolutely clear," I said, stopping directly in front of her. "We have everything we need. The pen camera recording captured this entire conversation. Your admission of guilt, your cooperation with Vanessa, the payment to Tyler; every detail is in crystal clear high definition." Her eyes widened. "You—" "This recording stays with us. Consider it your insurance policy and your prison sentence rolled into one neat package. If you step out of line, if you so much as breathe in my direction again, this recording goes to every law enforcement agency on both sides of the Atlantic." Selena sank deeper into her chair. "I understand." "I don't think you do," I replied, leaning closer. "Drugging someone is a felony, Selena. You're looking at serious jail time. And not some cushy white-collar resort, rea

MadisonThe car turned onto a busier street, lights from shops and restaurants illuminating the interior in brief flashes. "So Vanessa planned to drug you, and then what? Take advantage of you?" My stomach turned at the thought. Alexander's eyes met mine, something unreadable in their depths. "That was the plan. But it backfired." "Because you left the party early," I realized. "You came back to the penthouse alone." "And texted you instead of Dr. Peterson." His voice softened slightly. "A fortunate mistake, as it turns out." A chill ran down my spine as I processed the implications. If Vanessa's plan had worked as intended, it would have been her in Alexander's penthouse that night, not me. "But why would Selena tell you all this?" I asked. "She basically confessed to a serious crime." Alexander's smile was cold. "As I said, Leo can be very persuasive." "What does that even mean?" "It means we got what we came for." He straightened his cuffs. "Selena won't be a problem anymo