All Chapters of The Boss I Shouldn't Want, Now My Stepbrother : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

BRIDGETTE POVDinner was one of those picture-perfect family moments you see in movies, except for the homely ambiance and the fact that we were just four people—the rest of the feeling was on point.There was a fancy dining table, candles flickering despite the overhead light, and soft classical music hummed in the background. It was safe to say Margaret had outdone herself this evening and was basking in the praises from both Aaron and Rhysand.The room was filled with warm laughter, mostly from my mother and Aaron. It was almost bittersweet watching them be so happy in each other's hold. A twinge of envy crossed my mind at the thought of my happy ending.Of course, I wanted my mother to be happy, and it was cruel of me to feel anything less than happiness for them, but I couldn't push away the thought of having exactly what she did. And for a while, I battled with myself over those feelings."So... did you find out who sent you the flowers?" Rhysand asked as he reached for the glas

RHYSAND’S POVI leaned against my chair, still struggling to process Rosa's shocking news.Bridgette had stepped out of the office for more than a few hours without anyone being the wiser.Where had she gone? And why hadn't she mentioned it to me during dinner?Could it have had something to do with the mystery man who sent her flowers? I couldn't help but think back to dinner last night and her behavior. Nothing about the way she spoke had suggested that she knew him. She was a bit shifty, but at that time I believed it was nothing but nerves.Thinking about it now, I couldn't help but wonder if maybe it had to do with something else.I soon gave up the thought of figuring it all out and focused on signing the last of the documents I had for the day when I heard a soft knock.Absentmindedly, I answered without looking up, "Come in.""Surprise!" Margaret beamed, walking in with a large lunch basket, while Rosa shuffled behind her looking guilty."Mr. Rhysand, I'm so sorry... she came o

Bridgette’s POVHis words, coupled with the way he stared at me, sent thrills of excitement down my spine. His heated stares didn't go unnoticed, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of victory.Somehow, without trying, I had managed to get Rhysand Warner. New York's most eligible bachelor was interested in me.I smiled. "Just drive, Mr. Romantic."He chuckled before pulling out into traffic.The drive was silent but not awkward. Neon lights flickered past us until they merged into one long string. To break the silence, I made small conversation."Where are we going?" I asked, glancing over at him, and got stuck on how good he looked.Dressed in a Brioni Brunino two-piece in charcoal black, perfected with a matching tie and a Patek Philippe Nautilus wristwatch, Rhysand was absolutely gorgeous.From where I sat, his profile looked cut from glass, and for a quick second, I wanted to skip dinner and head back to his place.But that thought was pushed aside when he smirked with that bound

Bridgette's POVI blinked, stunned. "You... like Rhysand? Mr. Warner Jr.? The CEO? Mr. Frowny himself?"Tessa nodded, keeping a straight face despite herself. "I know it's crazy and wild, especially for me, but it just happened and I can't help myself.""Yeah, very crazy," I added, stepping into my office to keep from revealing too much of my emotions.My knuckles paled as they tightened around the door. Tessa followed me, totally unaware of my warring feelings."That's why I'm telling you. It's all just so crazy, but it's Rhysand—can you blame me?""Um, I can't... when did this start... I mean your feelings? You did swear off men, remember?" I asked, trying not to show my agitation."I know," Tessa groaned, "and I hate myself for it, but it just hit me. After the whole thing with Alia. How did he find out about the bruises? The way he stood up for me, going on live television, made me see him differently.""What are you talking about?" I asked, my throat burning. "He is the CEO; it's

Rhysand's POVFrom the dark circles around my eyes down to the throbbing pain in my head, it was safe to say I hadn't slept well.How could I? All that had been crossing through my mind like a freight train was the fight with Bridgette—the way I had talked down to her, acting like I had every right to give her advice when she was clearly capable of making decisions by herself.Her flushed face of hurt flashed through my mind as the memory of the harsh words we had thrown at each other replayed.I had called her naive and dumb for simply thinking of doing the right thing. Although it hadn't been my best moment, all I could say was I cared too deeply for her and felt she was stepping in too deep with a man as cunning as Elias.But I had been wrong in the way I had handled everything. I never should have shouted or called her names, especially when she hadn't been wrong.As director, it was her job to keep the relationship between the two corporations on solid ground. I had been too chil