Todos os capítulos de My Date, My Boss, My Step-brother!: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

I pressed myself against the door, my fingers curling into the armrest, trying to anchor myself in the overly intense chaos of everything. I guess Roberts phone call I my buttressed the fact that we knew he was involved with Callahan at this point the man needed to be nicknamed the freaking puppet master, because he not only loomed over every tragedy in Ethan’s life, but caused them And he was the man who pulled strings with people's lives. Callahan froze, his hand hovering over the phone. His eyes went to Ethan, then to me, pleading for mercy or a way out. “Answer it,” Ethan said. “And remember what I told you. One wrong move, and I will not hesitate to end you, maybe I am my father's son.” I knew Ethan well enough to know that he wasn't joking, I saw the rage in the way his shoulders were square and jaw clenching so tightly I thought his teeth might crack. Callahan swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and fumbled to pick up the phone. His hands trembled as he pressed i

I was going through the stack of files that was a decade of information. It was receipts, reports, prescriptions and a whole lot more and the more I went through it the more gruesome everything looked like. The hospital bills were the first to catch my attention, endless charges for chemotherapy sessions, radiation appointments, blood work. The first one was a bomb blast of evidence. Blackwood, M. Test Type: Oncology Panel Result: Negative for malignancy. My flipped to the next page—another test report, almost identical in structure. This one was from St. Jude’s. Blackwood, M. Result: Stage II carcinoma—malignant cells present. Same date, this was the altered cancer test results Then came the prescriptions, one drug in particular repeating every month. An antiemetic, often paired with chemo from Everest Pharma. I shuffled faster, fingers flying past pages until I landed on the money logs. Wire transfers, Robert Blackwood to Everest Pharma. Robert Blackwood to Everest Pha

Ethan's POVMy father was a bastard because that girl, Sophie. The one who had held me together when I was falling apart and also helped me dig through years of lies. And he spat her name like she was nothing, my jaw locked so tight I thought my teeth might crack, and my hands twitched, begging to slam his desk, to wipe that smirk off his face. Sophie’s face flashed in my mind, with her soft eyes, her smile and the fact that she would always have something to say to make me feel better.It took everything not to lunge across the room and scream that she was worth more than he had ever been.That she had done more for me in months than he had in my whole damn life.But I didn’t because If I let him bait me, I would lose the edge I needed. This wasn’t about Sophie, not right now.It was about my mother.“Digging, actually.” I said in a montone.I couldn’t hold back much longer, he paused and then I saw a crack in his facade, so small most people wouldn’t notice.But I did.I had spen

This night was not just meant to be big,It was going to be incredibly monumental.Ethan wasn’t just opening a hotel after all, he was launching the largest luxury hostel brand spanning the United States and the Philippines.A bold, cross-continental empire built from sweat, strategy, and pure hardworking. And I… somehow ended up being the face of it.No pressure at all.But I was going to calm my nerves since I had established that tonight was important. This was his night and for some reason, Ethan insisted I look like I belonged beside him.I stared at myself in the mirror, a little stunned and the reflection almost didn’t feel like me.It was too perfect, like my mother.I had contacted the stylist that Ethan used to surprise me with back when we were still talking, the ones that invaded my small apartment and insisted I take the makeover glam Ethan had paid for.I had told Ethan that I wanted to work with them and I had contacted them weeks now, prepping looks and visuals for the

Immediately we entered I was overwhelmed, people swarmed around us—shareholders, board members, media executives, celebrities, politicians, all wanting to shake Ethan’s hand or kiss both my cheeks.Everyone wanted to talk to I and Ethan, I felt like an insanely popular A-list celebrity.It was insane, I knew Camille and I had wanted a buzz but what we had generated was insane.It was like the met gala but in a hotel launch kind of way, I could tell that Ethan's hotel would rival the Hamptons.I tried to keep a straight face and a plastered smile on even though every "Congratulations!" and "You two are building an empire!" made it feel more real, more permanent.I knew that we were standing at the edge of legacy, but everyone screaming it in my ear made it seem a whole lot overwhelming.I had just stepped into a day in Ethan's whole reality and I was already complaining.I took in a deep breath already expecting the worst as I spotted Rachel standing at the gold accented floral arch.S