All Chapters of BETRAYAL GAME: HIS BOSS, MY OBSESSION : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

HENRY POV The office was quiet by the time I shut down my computer and grabbed my coat. Most of the staff had already gone home, the lights dimmed in the hallway. But I couldn’t stop thinking about my boss—Lucas. He hadn’t said much during our meeting. Normally, he was sharp, firm, even cold in his precision. That was his thing. Lucas was always in control, never off balance. But today? He was distracted. Edgy. Like something was slipping out of his grasp, and he didn’t like it one bit. I replayed the conversation in my mind. His tone was short, clipped. He didn’t ask many questions, didn’t even pretend to care about the details in the contract. Just signed and pushed it away like it was nothing. That wasn’t Lucas. I walked to the parking lot, slid behind the wheel of my car, and sat there for a minute before starting the engine. The thoughts wouldn’t stop circling. Was something wrong at the company? Or was it personal? I shook my head, trying to clear it. I didn’t want

EVA’S POV (CONTINUES) The sunlight filtering through the curtains was soft and warm. It brushed against my face like a gentle nudge, reminding me that morning had come. I blinked slowly, stretching under the covers. The scent of coffee was faint in the air, but it wasn’t what pulled me out of bed. It was my phone. I reached for it on the nightstand, expecting a good morning message from Henry. But it wasn’t him. It was Lucas. “Come to my place. Now.” Short. No greetings. No explanations. Just Lucas. My heart skipped a beat, the way it always did when he reached out unexpectedly. I stared at the message for a long second, my thumb hovering over the screen. I knew what this meant. I knew why he was calling me. And worse—I knew I was going to go. I pushed away the guilt building in my chest and got out of bed. Henry’s apartment was still quiet. He had been up late last night after our dinner, trying to cheer me up. He had made such an effort. The candles, the food, the way

EVA’S POV I paced my apartment like a caged animal. Every time I closed my eyes, the image of Lucas with that woman replayed itself. Her hand brushing his arm. His smirk that was meant for me now aimed at someone else. I could not breathe properly. My heart pounded against my chest like it was trying to break free. Before I could even think twice, I grabbed my jacket and rushed out the door. The drive to Lucas’ apartment was a blur. I barely remembered the turns or the traffic lights. I only knew the fire inside me was burning too hot to contain. When I reached his door, I did not even bother to knock. I slammed my fist against it, and almost instantly, the door swung open. Lucas stood there, shirtless, with that same infuriatingly calm look on his face. "Eva," he said, as if he had been expecting me. I stepped inside, anger pouring from every part of me. "Who was she?" I hissed, standing in the middle of his living room. "Are you playing me?" Lucas did not answer.

EVA’S POV The next morning, I forced myself to get up and push away the fear still clinging to me. The photograph and the threatening message had haunted my dreams, but I knew I could not sit and tremble forever. I had a wedding to plan. Life had to move forward, no matter how dark the shadows felt around me. Following a sleepless night, Naomi, Lily, Sarah, and I got glammed up and hit the bridal boutique downtown to pick up the final items. The boutique was filled with soft light and the smell of fresh flowers. The staff greeted us warmly. Everything looked so normal, so safe. I clung to that feeling with everything I had. We spent hours checking off the last-minute things. I tried on my dress one more time while the girls adjusted the veil. We picked up the flower girl baskets, the ribbons for the pews, and the jewelry I had selected weeks ago. Every small task felt like a rope pulling me back to reality. Sarah gushed over the lace detail of my gown. Naomi teased me about crying

EVA’S POV (CONTINUES) My heart hammered against my ribs as the heavy rooftop door slammed shut behind us. I turned to Lucas, panic flickering in my chest. "What was that?" I whispered. He looked around sharply, every muscle in his body tense. "I do not know. But whoever left that note... they are still watching." The air between us felt heavy, the city lights below looking colder now, distant. I opened my mouth to say something, but then my phone buzzed loudly in my bag. The sound made both of us jump. With trembling fingers, I pulled it out. Henry’s name flashed across the screen. I froze. Reality came crashing back. Dinner with Henry’s family. Tonight. I had promised him. I had promised him everything. Lucas's eyes darkened as he saw Henry's name. "You have to go," he said, voice rough. My throat closed up. I hated the look in his eyes, the way he stepped back as if I had slapped him. "But we are not done," Lucas said, his voice dropping low. "You know we are not."