All Chapters of My Date, My Boss, My Step-brother!: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

I feel utterly and completely weightless, I stuffledmto open my eyes but the stroke scent of cheap antiseptic brought me back to life.I looked down to see an IV needle pricking my arm, I since at the intrusion, I hated needles and anything of that sort, I turned to see monitor beeping.The bed was scratchy and my head was still banging, I panicked instantly as I realised that jeans in a hospital.How did I get here? What happened to me?The last thing I saw was that god awful headline, I remember ed how my body betrayed me and my heart started racing as the monitor beeping spiked, and I try to sit up, but my arms trembled because I was weak as usual.I heard a rustling sound and I turned to see my boss, William Carson in a chair beside me, his disheveled, his shirt was rumbled and the suit jacket was draped over the armrest, tie loosened making it seem as if he has been here for hours.He looked very worried but as he notices my opening my eyes, his head immediately snapped up.“Sop

VERONICA'S POV (SOPHIE'S MOTHER)I was a shitty mother and more more shittier person, but what did you expect me to do?it wasn't my fault per sayz keys just assume that my flight I fight instincts kicked in a little too late.Sophie didn't deserve me honestly but she was the only cruel thing I had in this world and I wasn't going to let her go fully.What I was doing wasn't nice, I wasn't completely available and I wasn't fully absent.I think people call it manipulation now.The Maldives was amazing, I wanted to clearly my head out of all the toxicity and plan my next move.I know what you all are thinking 'Veronics you're out there having the time of your life while your daughter is probably battling depression'But trust me, I didn't have fun that much Sadistic Robert made me fly first class instead of giving the the family's private jet.imagine how I must have felt using public transportation.So the vacation wasn't all that fun, but at least n was back better and with a cleare

VERONICA'S POV (THE OVERVIEWVERONICA AT Age 5: THE CIGAR’S BURNThe kitchen of our Queens tenement had reeked of stale beer and despair, the floor was cracked and I could see how angry my father was.I was, small enough to hide under the table, my pigtails fraying, my cotton dress—hand-me-down, from my much smaller cousins were patched clinging to my skinny frame. The night before, I had found his drugs, a baggie of white powder stashed in the bathroom, and had flushed it, thinking it was bad, like the “say no” posters at school.I stood on tiptoes feeling very proud as I saw them go down the drain.I knew it was the bad stuff that made my daddy angry and when he was angry, he hated me, without the bad stuffs, he loved and and I wanted him to love me.So I flushed it. But that evening, he has found out, his shouting were shaking the walls.“Where’s my shit, Veronica?” h. roared, his shadow looming, his work boots scuffed, his breath sour with whiskey. I knew what was coming next

VERONICA'S POVHow would you feel if your two greatest fears all met you at the same freaking time.That was why I felt.I was hurt betrayed and sad and the worst part was that I had no reason to be angry, Sophie didn't understand what I did for her and I won't blame her.I had spent her entire childhood being a cold bitch I doubt if she remembered that I'm also human.And then seeing William again was like torture, he hadn't changed a bit, he still looked like the man I fell in love with but only richer.I am so proud of him, maybe he even did all this because I wasn't dragging him behind, so he also didn't have to be angry but also be thankful for me.They were all hypocrites.Sophie and William, but ehonwss I kidding? I was the fool?Fate had played a cruel joke on me.The rain had followed me from CarsonTech relentless I had to remove my heels to run to my car.Which was the biggest embarrassment of it all.How had Sophie met William? Of all the places she could find work? it was

I had gone home feeling a sense of peace maybe it was from my ultrasound, Allison’s tiny pulse frozen in black-and-white, lay on the coffee table, its edges curling slightly, a constant reminder of why I was doing thisOr maybe it was seeing. Ethan’s grey eyes, his desperate “I love you” through the prison glass, had ignited a but of belief in me—a belief that he had been framed, that Robert and Rachel Blackwood had chained him for their own twisted gain.I had vowed to prove his innocence, to protect Allison, our daughter, and I wasn’t backing down. My father permitted me to stop work for a while, since I was carrying his grandchildren, his most prized possession, my eyes puffy from sleepless nights, darted to my laptop, its glow harsh in the dim light. I really needed help, and Mr. Ventura, the Filipino magnate who had party Ethan’s hotel, was my only shot. My fingers trembled as I opened a secure video call, my keys jingling in my pocket, a nervous tic that screamed I was in ov