Semua Bab The Boss I Shouldn't Want, Now My Stepbrother : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Rhysand's POV "Close your mouth." I nudged at her lips which fell open for some minutes. "You're going to catch a fly in it if you don't."She gulped hard and looked around the room.She probably thought it was a prank."Where is my mom? Why are you the only one here?" She asked confusion written all over her face."I'm the only one here because I brought you here from the office. You forgot what happened?" I asked, a new fear unlocked.'Is it possible that she lost her memory from a panic attack?' I asked inwardly. "Do you remember what happened at the company?" I asked again and she winced as she tried to remember the details.If she lost her memory for real, then that man would have to serve another term in jail. No time in jail will be enough to pay for the pain he has caused her."Doctor?" I walked out of the room to call a doctor. Before I concluded and went to find him, I had to confirm if she truly lost some- memories. I know I barely admit but Bridgette was one of my best

Brigette's POV It was a long day at work and I was ready to go home. I'd made my way to the lobby and down to the parking lot when I heard a voice that sounded familiar. Isn't that Rhysand? I thought to myself. Why is he yelling? I thought again. I finally found my way to the floor where his voice echoed from. I ran carefully to him. “Rhysand, what's going on?” I saw a woman kneeling in front of his car, begging him for some reason. As I got closer, I immediately recognised her. Mrs Warner, in the flesh; well, not anymore. Rhysand's mother was Mr Warner's ex-wife. I made a background check on the Warner family the moment I realised my mother was getting married to Rhysand's father. So yes, I knew what she looked like in case she ever came at us someday. I got to know the other members of the Warner family. The grandparents, grandchildren, exes and all. That was how I could recognise her immediately. But what I didn't get was why Rhysand was so upset at her. I saw his ch

Bridgette’s POV Knock! Knock! I looked to see Jenny, my secretary. “Someone’s here for you.” She said as she looked worried about me. I knew that look!. Oh I knew it! Whenever Jenny came to my office, it was normal to think that something was wrong. Because something always was.. I felt that way because the last time she called, it was my abusive father that was there. He came and harassed me so much that my boss came and rescued me from that situation, with a strict warning to my father never to come anywhere close to me again, and if he did, he’d get him arrested again. “I’m so sorry for that” he said softly I smiled as I recalled Rhys saying to me. I hated how much I had to stress Rhys and for him to see me like that, it was so embarrassing. Oh God! What was I doing? I wasn't going to let that man ruin my life again. My mental health was very important for this job if I really wanted to keep it. I picked up my pill bottle from my left hand drawer and popped a few in

Rhysand's pov.At first, I felt stiff as I watched Bridgette and Sandra's fight get more intense in every blink of an eye. Sandra was so impatient to even hear an explanation from neither me nor Bridgette, and Bridgette– she was not willing to give any. I took to my heels and grabbed Bridgette by the arm. Sandra saw a clear spot to land her attack, but I happened to be faster; her hand clashed against mine, and then, her gaze, burning with fury, landed on me. “It's making sense now," Sandra's voice cut through the silence and I could not help but tilt my head sideways. “What is?" A small smile appeared on her face but I was not giving in to that. “What the fuck is making sense?!" I saw her take a step back in what seemed to be more of shock than fear. “Rhysand?”It was Bridgette speaking, but her words barely registered. My focus was locked on Sandra, and I had no intention of looking away.“Why don’t you take a look around and tell me—does any of this make sense to you?” but befo

Ryhsand's POV At the sight of the name on my screen, my annoyance at being interrupted fizzled into guilt.“Fuck!” I'd forgotten about him.At the thought, another message popped up.Payne in the Arse: Baby did you forget about me?As usual, she was spot on. I exhaled, loudly brushing my hair away from my eyes. Aaron was right, I needed to cut it off, the sooner the better.I pushed away from the bed and towards the closet. Today just kept getting better and better, I sighed again, pulling on a pair of jeans and a dark blue polo shirt.A new message popped up and I didn't bother to look through it, eighty-nine percent sure it was from Payne asking for attention.“The girls who are this idiot, die-hard fans should see him now, they'd be so embarrassed.” I sneered, slipping into a pair of dark boots, the thought put a smile on my face, and for a second, I had the thought to post our chat online, anonymously of course.Payne Vernick, known to the world as VERN, was a global sensation—pl