บททั้งหมดของ The Boss I Shouldn't Want, Now My Stepbrother : บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

Aaron's POVBridgette's resolute words touched something within me, and I couldn't help but believe her.Bridgette had never struck me as a frivolous person or a ditzy person. She had a good head on her shoulders and had continued to prove how indispensable she could be both at home and at the company.In other words, she was a gem in the rough, so seeing her break down like this struck a chord in my heart. It was like seeing my child being treated as less. I couldn't bear it.Her lips trembled at her vow. "I swear it, Aaron. You have to believe me. I would never do anything to hurt the company, least of all our family."She pushed away from Margaret's hold, facing me head-on, her eyes pleading, desperate. "You have to believe me... I would never... I have no idea how it all came to this..."She cried, wiping a stray tear. "I made sure to lock and back up every single one of my files, and I would never sell information to anyone... why would he say such a terrible thing? You have to t

Aaron's POV"It's all going to blow over before we know it."When I had spoken those words, how was I to know they would prove harder to manifest? The leak hadn't been rectified, Rhysand was still pissed, running to and from the office, returning dead tired at night with a dark mood, and Bridgette hadn't touched real food in three days.She picked at toast, left meals untouched, and spent every waking hour behind that damn laptop, poring through documents, emails, contracts—anything that could prove she hadn't sabotaged the company.I watched her crumble a little more each day, and each time I tried to get her to rest, she pushed me away with a forced smile and a murmured, "Just a little longer, Aaron. I need to fix this. I know I can."But this wasn't fixable alone, at least I didn't think so. Not anymore. It was a mess that was snuffing the life out of her, and it worried me.Margaret was equally concerned, hovering like a hawk, trying to feed her, rub her back, and whisper encourag

Margaret's POVI reached for my phone, my fingers hurrying to dial the number I intended to call.I paced around the room as the number was dialed. I didn't plan to keep my frustration or disappointment in check any longer.At first, I had kept my cool, hoping Rhysand could be reasoned with, but it seems I had overestimated him, or rather, he was taking my gentleness for meekness, but I wasn't going to let that happen any longer. Not when my daughter's life was in danger.The way he ignored Bridgette's plight was nothing short of alarming—the way he looked at her as if she was a burden, his harsh words tearing into her instead of trying to reason with her, to listen to her explanations. He had given her a deaf ear, believing in his convictions.And now he'd so much as disrespected me, acting as though I meant nothing. My words mere air.I was angry, raging, and it was well justified.Still, the phone rang, and I thought of words I planned to say to Aaron, to express my feelings withou

Bridgette's POVI had already accepted my fate.If Rhysand wanted to blame me for the stolen files, I wouldn't fight it anymore. What was the point anyway?I was tired. It was that simple. Tired of the whispers, the sideways glances, and worst of all, the way Rhysand looked at me like I was scum, a piece of dirt to be stepped on. Like I was something tainted.I never expected this—that one day I would be treated like a traitor in a place where I gave my all by the very people I had given my all to. But what hurt most was knowing Rhysand was part of those very people. He'd added to the flames.He looked at me with cold eyes and saw nothing but guilt.Five days had passed since my life shattered into dust, five days since the world turned, and it was only now I was beginning to see past my hurt.Despite the setback, I was beginning to find peace rather than trying to fight for it, but unlike fear and worry, peace didn't come easy. So I did the next best thing: I rested.But rest didn't

Rhysand's POVThe information released to the media created a virtual storm. I had made sure of it. The truth revealed sent the whole upper echelon into a media frenzy—everyone wanted to get a taste of the pie.I watched from my office television as one headline after another came up on the screen.Those were only the tip of the iceberg among the numerous headlines that continued to flicker through the net.The company name had been salvaged, yes. Investors were calling again, and the board had stopped putting pressure on me. But still, something felt off—it didn't seem like a cause for celebration.As the outside world took apart Elias's ego, image, and reputation piece by piece, I couldn't bring myself to gain any sense of victory.My eyes narrowed at the muted television screen, watching the paparazzi follow a disgruntled Clarkson down to his car, which annoyed me; my hands slowly formed fists.Clarkson had tried to ruin me. He'd used Bridgette against me, stalking her, ruining her