Lahat ng Kabanata ng One Night Stand With My Boss: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

EMMA“She—she told me I was nothing,” Sylvia whispered, voice trembling. “That Kian would never love me. That I was just a desperate woman chasing after a man who would always belong to her.”“I said that?” I asked, my eyes filled with regret.“Yes you did.” She shot back at me. “You said hurtful words to Aunt, to me, you even said some lustful words to grandfather.” My stomach twisted. That wasn’t true. But the way she spoke, the way her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, I knew she had done this before—played the victim so well, so convincingly, that it was impossible to tell the truth from lies.I turned to Mrs. Kim, my only hope.Her lips parted.Then closed.Her fingers clenched around the cloth she was holding. Her eyes darted between me and Sylvia. And then—slowly, hesitantly—she lowered her gaze.“I… I didn’t hear everything,” she murmured.A cold weight settled in my chest.Sylvia let out a soft, broken sob. “Obviously Mrs.Kim wouldn’t because she is scared of Emma, I don't k

EMMA “One of the shareholders of E&J?” I repeated, gripping the phone tighter.“Yes,” the voice on the other end confirmed, deep and unreadable.I shifted uncomfortably in my chair. “And why are you calling me?”A pause. Then—“Because you’re sitting on something that doesn’t belong to you.”I frowned. “What?”The line went dead.I stared at my phone, my mind racing. What the hell was that supposed to mean?Then—A knock on the door.I turned, my heart still hammering in my chest. Slowly, I walked over and pulled it open.Standing there, dressed in her usual uniform, was Mrs. Kim.The Wilsons’ head maid.The last person I expected to see.She smiled warmly, like we were old friends. “My dear.”I stiffened. “Why are you here?”She held up a small container wrapped in a silk cloth. “Never mind that. I brought you food. You’re still part of the family, anyway.”Family.The word felt foreign now.I hesitated before stepping aside, letting her in. She sighed as she looked around, shaking

EMMAThe silence in the boardroom stretched. The deal was sealed, but the tension in the air was suffocating.Margaret sat stiffly, her hands clasped together, her knuckles turning white. Sylvia, beside her, wore a smirk that sent a chill down my spine. Kian was unreadable, his fingers tapping lightly against the table, his gaze distant.Mrs. Hailey, however, remained composed. She leaned back in her chair and gave me a small nod.“You did a great job today, Emma,” she said. “I’m glad you’re in this company and I am sure with you here we will achieve a lot.”I opened my mouth to thank her, but Sylvia cut in.“That compliment should be given to me, Hailey and not her. Are you blind?.”I turned to Sylvia, already exhausted by her interruptions. “Mrs. Hailey, Sylvia. And will you please give her some respect?” My voice was soft, but firm.Mrs. Hailey only smiled, waving a hand dismissively. “No, it’s fine, Emma.”But Sylvia wasn’t finished. She tilted her head, eyeing Hailey from head to

EMMAThe tension crackled like electricity. Kian’s gaze was locked onto me, his eyes dark, unreadable. Mark stood a few feet behind me, watching, silent.“Where were you?” Kian asked, his voice deceptively calm.I took a step closer, my arms crossing. “I should be asking you. Why are you here?”“I just came by.” His voice was soft, but something about the way he said it sent a shiver through me.I narrowed my eyes. “Did you follow us?”Kian didn’t answer immediately. His fingers flexed at his sides, jaw tightening. “I had a feeling you’d be here.”A feeling? That wasn’t an answer.I scoffed, shaking my head. “Kian, you have no right to—”“Get in the car, Emma.” His voice was low, firm.I blinked, caught off guard by the sudden command. “Excuse me?”He took another step, closing the distance between us. His cologne—something rich and expensive—wrapped around me, suffocating, intoxicating. “Let’s go.”I tilted my head, my tone sharp. “And why would I do that?”Kian’s eyes flickered with

“Where is Sienna now?” The voice on the phone was sharp, commanding.Sienna glanced toward me before stepping outside, lowering her voice. “She remembered everything, ma’am.”A pause. Then, the voice spoke again, slower this time. “You need to keep Lucas away from her. Do you understand?”Before Sienna could respond, my voice cut through the silence from behind her. “Are you not coming? We’re leaving already.”She turned abruptly, finding me standing in the doorway, watching her.Her expression shifted instantly. “I’ll be in the car right now.” She hung up and walked past me, her usual confidence forced.Lucas drove us home in tense silence. My mind was still spinning. My mother didn’t just die—she was murdered. And Sylvia… she knew.The second we reached the mansion, I stepped out, my body still trembling with the weight of my memories. Lucas lingered, watching me carefully.“You shouldn’t be around Kian anymore,” he said after a beat. “Now that he’s going to be a father.”A hollow l