All Chapters of My Love, My Boss: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Raina’s pulse hammered as she crouched behind a velvet curtain at LUXE, Manhattan’s sexiest rooftop bar. Her phone trembled in her sweaty grip, aimed at the couple tangled in the shadows. The woman’s red dress rode up her thighs, and the man’s suit screamed power. They kissed like they wanted to devour each other.“This must be a reunion of distant lovers or first meeting for online lovers” Raina thought as she watched how their lips crashed into each other and their hands moved unsteadily. Raina’s body burned with the thrill. The bar reeked of whiskey and lust, and she craved this type of danger but, she had no time for wishes so, she zoomed in. One photo tonight could save her from eviction. She’d conned her way past the bouncer, heart pounding, in a cheap dress that hugged her curves and oversized glasses with fake diamonds that made her look unrecognizable. The woman’s face hit her like a slap.Isla Laurent.Her foster sister, now a senator’s wife, grinding against a stranger.

Raina Cole hunched over her desk on the 47th floor of Wolfe Tower, the office soaked in the eerie quiet of late evening. This was her fifth day in this office. Her laptop cast harsh white light against the grime of exhaustion lining her eyes. The pitch she was finalizing made no sense. Something about digital acquisition, but she kept typing, pretending her aching legs didn’t feel like stone. Her thrift-store blouse clung to her sweat-damp skin, and the buzzing lights above flickered like dying insects. She rolled her neck until her spine cracked, but her body stayed curled like prey. A memory ambushed her again. It was Isla’s cruel voice by the orphanage swing,“Little Ray, you're just too weak.” And every time, the other children’s laughter echoed sharper in her mind. She swallowed hard and shoved it down. Then she remembered Clause 9B. Cazien’s threat. She couldn’t afford to fuck this up.The intercom crackled. “Raina,” Cazien’s voice slurred, low and ragged. “Get in here...” Her

Raina Cole’s fingers shook as she typed at her desk outside Cazien Wolfe’s office. The 47th floor of Wolfe Tower buzzed with low voices, tapping keys, quiet ambition. Her glasses kept fogging. Her eyes burned. She hadn’t slept. Not after the night she let him use her. She couldn’t stop seeing the bed, the heat and the way she’d fallen apart in his care. Her black dress clung to her hips, wrinkled and stretched like it knew what she’d done.The whispers around the office didn’t stop. They looked at her differently now. Like she wasn’t just an assistant. Like they knew... “Special assistant,” someone had murmured near the elevator that morning and her stomach turned. She wasn’t used to being special or being treated specially. A memory snapped into her mind. Back at the orphanage in cold winter light, older kids were pointing and laughing,“Little Ray, dirty stray!”That chant had stayed with her longer than any scar. She dug her nails into her palm, hard, and kept typing. She needed t

The elevator doors slid open with a sterile chime, but Raina didn’t move. Her reflection in the mirrored panel stared back, blank and exhausted. She dabbed beneath her eyes… too late. The mascara had already begun its quiet descent. She straightened her shoulders. Head high. Spine stiff. “Walk like you still have something left to fight for.” She pep talked herself then stepped into the hallway. Raina’s heart started to race. She focused on her breathing. Inhale, exhale. Keep walking. They know. Her stomach dropped. Someone told them. Maybe Cazien has told Isla everything. Maybe she told everyone. A wave of heat climbed up her neck. Her face burned with shame. She pushed open her cubicle and sank into her chair like it might hide her. She couldn’t look up. She couldn’t bear to meet their eyes, not even in reflection. Her skin crawled at the thought of what they might be saying behind her back. She imagined the group chats, “Did you see her face when she walked in?” “I heard she ca

The ticking of the minimalist wall clock was the only sound in the room. Cazien Wolfe slouched into the leather chair, legs sprawled like a man who wanted to take up space, but hands clenched tightly in his lap like he didn’t know what to do with them. His jaw pulsed. Dr. Elise Farrow didn’t speak immediately. She never did. She simply let the room breathe him in. “I didn’t black out this week,” he finally said. “That’s supposed to be good news, right?” “Is it?” she asked softly, her pen unmoving. He chuckled dryly. “I guess not. Because I can’t tell if I’m getting better or if I’m just…delaying it.” She looked up. “Cazien, what changed?” He hesitated. “She did.” “Raina?” He nodded once, like her name alone was a risk. “When she’s near me, the fog lifts. It’s like I have control again. Focus. Like I’m not just my father’s fucking puppet or a medical puzzle they all want to solve.” “That sounds like a good thing.” “It is. And it isn’t.” His voice cracked. “Because I don’t get