The Untouchable Boss: I Quit Being Your Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Jaxs povI was halfway through reviewing the social media draft for the new campaign when Caleb burst into my office.“Nothing,” he said, waving his phone as he walked in without knocking. “I’ve called her, I’ve texted her severally and still nothing from her. I’ve even sent an email follow-up and still no reply.”“Riley?”“Yeah, Riley,” he snapped. “It’s been two days, Jax. I thought she was reliable. I mean, we were going to use her for two major rollouts this month.”I leaned back in my chair and stared at him. “She is reliable.”“Well, she’s acting like a ghost right now.”I opened my mouth to tell him she was probably just mad at me—because of the argument, because I kept coming after her even when she didn’t want me to, but something about Caleb’s frustration landed wrong. Riley wouldn’t just disappear on work, no matter how pissed she was, that was unlike her.“Maybe we shouldn’t have used her,” Caleb muttered, heading for the door. “I just thought she was the best person for t

Camilla’s PovI wasn’t planning to come. Honestly, I thought I was above it, but something about the idea of her—sitting there, scared and helpless, still daring to think she’s special made my blood itch. “Pass the other road. I’m not in a rush.” I told my driver. I wanted the anticipation to build. I want her rotting there a little more in the darkness before I arrived.The warehouse was colder than I the last time I’d been here. The metal door groaned as I pushed it open, my heels clicked against the concrete floor as I walked. One of the idiots I paid to do this was leaning against the wall, eating chips like we were at a damn picnic.I rolled my eyes at him. “Is she awake?”He straightened, wiping his greasy fingers on his jeans. “Yeah. She’s been quiet today. Refused to eat again.”I smiled. “Good. Let her starve, pretty girls always love a diet anyways.”He snorted, moving aside so I could pass. I didn’t bother with gloves or a mask. No need to hide who I was, she already knew.

Kidnappers PovI flicked on my lighter, letting the flame dance for a second before sparking it to life against the butt of my cigarette. The wind slapped at my coat as I leaned against the rusted railing outside the warehouse. It was cold, colder than usual for this time of year. I took a long drag, exhaling the smoke out slowly.This job was supposed to be easy, all we had to do was just grab the girl, contact the boyfriend and run with the money. We weren’t supposed to still be here, babysitting some B-list celeb’s girlfriend with a camera blinking in the corner and bad Chinese takeout stinking up the place.I squint across the empty lot and for a second, I swear I see something—just a quick zip in the air, like a fly with a motor. But it’s gone before I even blink again.“Shit,” I muttered under my breath.I stubbed the cigarette out on the rail, flicked the butt into the dark, and jogged back inside. The warehouse smelled like mildew and piss. Rico was hunched over that tiny fol

Jax’s PovI stared at the building through the windshield, my fingers tightening around the grip of my gun. The van was silent, except for the occasional squawk from Jay’s comms and the soft creak of Leo adjusting beside me.There were three stories in front of us, with large windows and faded green paint.“She’s in there,” Leo muttered. No doubt in his voice.I nodded once. Jay’s voice crackled in my earpiece. “The perimeter is secure. My guys are positioned on all exits, you’ve got the green light.”My blood was boiling. I hadn’t slept. I hadn’t eaten. All I could see in my head was Riley’s face—tied, bruised, scared.Leo adjusted his vest and looked at me. “You ready?”“Yes” I growled, pushing the van door open. “Oh they’re gonna wish they didn’t dare me.”We moved fast, sticking to the side of the alley. Jay’s guy pointed toward the front door and gave a signal, there were guards inside, one or two.I didn’t care if there were twenty, I raised my boot and slammed it into the door

Camillas POVI poured myself a glass of Sauvignon Blanc and raised it slightly in the mirror, smirking at my reflection. I was still as flawless as always, still in charge.“Idiots,” I muttered as I glanced down at my phone, I still haven’t gotten any response from the goons, not even a single update since yesterday.I typed out a message to Cole—the tall one with the broken nose.Me: Where the hell are you? I want proof-of-life today.I stared at the screen, waiting for a double tick but nothing changed, no ticks and no typing bubble. Just dead silence that prickled the hairs at the back of my neck. I set the glass of wine down on a table a little too hard. “Useless scum.”A flicker of movement caught my eye through the window. I turned around fast, my heart thudding for a second, it was just the wind shifting the trees.“You’re being paranoid,” I told myself out loud. “They’re just idiots, not ghosts.”I turned back to the mirror, fixed my lipstick, and tossed my coat over one shou