All Chapters of The Boss I Shouldn't Want, Now My Stepbrother : Chapter 161 - Chapter 168

Rhysand's POVA few hours later, I sat still, my arms wrapped around the picture frame as I thought of what to do next. Margaret was long gone with the excuse of meeting up with a friend, leaving me to wallow in my self-deprecation.My heart was pounding frantically against my ribs. I needed to see her. To apologize.A knot fastened deep in my stomach—I needed to find her and make this right, to apologize to her, but I didn't know where to start. I pictured her happy face, a harsh reminder of the joy I had foolishly destroyed, and then I hurried out of the living room.Taking two steps at a time, I almost flew up the stairs and walked down the corridor that led to her bedroom door.Hoarse and ragged with desperation, I yelled for her, banging my fist on her door. "Bridgette!"No answer, but that didn't deter me. I repeated my actions, remembering a time when she'd done the same thing. Then I had sat in my bed, listening to her pleas of desperation.How the tables had turned.Still, I

Bridgette's POVTessa and I drove to work. Tessa sat in the front of the car, steering through traffic like a pro.The streets were covered in long shadows as the morning sun began to stretch across the city. Tessa talked about a new exercise class that she was interested in.Every other second, I gave a short nod and a mumble, but my thoughts were far away, struggling with the secret that weighed heavily on my chest.Tessa caught my eye. How many times had I avoided her questions or just changed the topic when Tessa asked me about my romantic life? There was a tiny hopeful part of me that wanted to just tell her everything, to reveal to Tessa that I was the secret someone Rhysand was seeing—that it was, until he broke my heart and dragged me through the mud.But a chilling fear snuffed out the thought, the anxiety that comes with being called a freak, with seeing Tessa's eyes light up with shock and then judgment. I didn't think I could bear it if one more person judged me for my cho

Rhysand's POVI slammed the front door harder than I meant to, the echo ricocheting off the walls of the mansion like a warning bell. My heart was thudding, not from the long drive home, but from the cold words Bridgette had thrown at me right before she disappeared—"I've submitted my resignation."I hadn't believed it at first. Not fully. Bridgette could be impulsive, yes, but this wasn't some childish tantrum—this was serious. Too serious. And the fact that she hadn't even looked back as she walked out of that building made it all too real.I stormed into the living room and found both my parents seated on the couch—Dad with a paper in hand and Mom sipping on her late evening tea like it was just another peaceful day in our lives."She resigned," I blurted, my voice raw with disbelief. "Bridgette resigned."Dad's gaze flicked up from the paper, calm as ever. "Yes. We know."My breath hitched. "You what?"Margaret placed her teacup down with infuriating grace and gave me a small smil

Bridgette's POVRhysand acted like a cactus—prickly, persistent, and impossible to ignore.No matter how many times I pushed him away, no matter how harsh my words or how cold my expression, he kept coming back. Like a desert bloom chasing sunlight, he seemed to thrive on my rejections.I had no idea how he'd found me, but it probably had to do with my mother and Aaron.I'd seen their missed calls, but I'd been too swamped with sightseeing to notice, and when I had, it had been too late.Rhysand had arrived, staying opposite my room. As though by magic, he matched his itinerary to mine. His presence was ever-present wherever I went. At first, I found him annoying, but slowly, past feelings began to grow.I knew I'd told myself never to give in to him, to let my heart decide, but his steady begging slowly eroded through my walled-up emotions.I even lied—told him I was seeing someone else. I invented a fictional man on the spot at a café when he showed up uninvited, yet again. But Rhys