All Chapters of My Love, My Boss: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

51 Chapters

No Peace

I remained still, reluctant to disrupt the fragile serenity that had settled over us. My head rested against his chest, rising and falling with each steady breath, while one leg draped over his, anchoring me in the warmth of our shared space. The blanket lay crumpled between us, a silent witness to the intimacy we had just shared, its folds mirroring the tangled emotions within me.A comforting warmth enveloped my body, a lingering echo of our closeness. I felt unburdened, as if the weight of past uncertainties had been gently lifted, leaving me both vulnerable and renewed.His fingers traced languid patterns along my spine, not following any discernible path, but moving with a purpose that spoke of connection rather than intent. Each touch was a reassurance, a grounding presence that tethered me to the reality of the moment.Every point of contact between us resonated deeply. I was acutely aware of the warmth of his skin against mine, the rhythm of our synchronized breathing, and the

Open Again

By the time we returned to the city, the story had already swallowed it whole.The headlines were no longer whispers or speculative corners of gossip. They had become banners. Broadcasts. Weapons.Every taxi screen flickered with it. The news tickers ran it in a loop under every anchor’s voice, slicing across the bottom of the screen like a knife too blunt to kill cleanly. Cazien’s photo—his official corporate headshot, neatly cropped and immaculately lit—had been repurposed by the media, transformed into something colder. Something accusatory. It wasn’t a mugshot, but it might as well have been. The lighting was just better.“Anonymous Whistleblower Alleges Ethical Breach in Wolfe Industries Executive Tier”“CEO’s Leave of Absence Raises Questions About Internal Cover-Up”“Sources Point to ‘Improper Intern Involvement’ as Catalyst”That last one landed like a stone dropped through my chest. It wasn’t just professional—it was per

Rumors Die Hard

The moment I stepped out of the room, the atmosphere shifted.The corridor was steeped in a heavy silence, the kind that follows a storm—still, but charged. The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead, casting a sterile glow that bounced off the polished floors. The air was tinged with the faint scent of burnt coffee and ozone, remnants of overworked machines and tension.At the far end, Cazien leaned against the wall, his jacket discarded, sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms tense with restraint. His shirt clung slightly to his back, damp from the heat that lingered in the building’s bones. His jaw was set, lips pressed into a thin line, eyes shadowed with fatigue and something unspoken.We stood there, the distance between us filled with the echoes of unsaid words and shared battles. The corridor, once a neutral passage, now felt like a no-man’s-land we both had crossed.He pushed off the wall, footsteps muffled against the carpet, each step

Meet My Mother

My heels smack against the marble floor of Wolfe Industries, sharp and rhythmic, like the pounding of my own heart as I make my way to Cazien’s office. Every step feels like a countdown, a warning shot echoing inside my chest. His text had come through ten minutes ago, curt and loaded. “Get to my office now, Raina.” My heart’s been racing since, thudding so loud I swear I can feel it in my throat. I tug at my navy blouse, which is now clinging to my back like it’s become another layer of my nerves. My fingers toy with the hem of my skirt restless, fidgety and aching to touch something that isn’t there. A twist coils low in my stomach half want and half worry. I miss him, but not in the way people write about in books. This is something raw, physical. It hurts. Like every part of me is screaming for his hands, his voice, his everything. Last week, we crossed the line. In front of the entire company, no less. One kiss big, impulsive, defiant. A statement shouted between our lips in

Dinner at the mansion

The car ride was too quiet. This silence had a certain type of weight, like something sharp was sitting between us - unsheathed but untouched. Even the city outside seemed to sense it wasn’t welcome here tonight. The blur of lights, the pulse of traffic - it all moved around the Wolfe car like a current avoiding something too dangerous to touch.I sat beside Cazien in the backseat, both of us cushioned in leather that was too soft to be comforting, like we were being swaddled for sacrifice. My fingers curled tight around the edge of my coat, the thick wool bunching under my grip. I didn’t realize how hard I was holding it until I felt the strain in the seams. I didn’t let go.Cazien hadn’t said a word since we left the building; since his mother dropped her dinner invitation like a guillotine and walked out, offering no room for protest, only consequences. Her words were still echoing in the back of my skull, “Dinner. At the estate. Bring her… if you must.”Now, the sun was bleeding i

Glass, Fire and Stillness

The air outside the Wolfe estate was cold and sharp, like a knife made of wind. It smelled of pine trees and faraway places, as if the big house behind us had sighed, and the world was waiting for something to happen. The tall trees lined the narrow, twisty road, their branches reaching out like they wanted to hide it. The path stretched on, dark and unfamiliar, leading to nowhere I knew. The wind stung my cheeks, trying to wash away the chill of Margot’s icy voice, the soft tap of her knife on the table, and the way her finger pressed between my shoulder blades, like a warning dressed up as politeness. I shivered, pulling my coat tighter, but the cold wasn’t just from the air—it was from the heavy words still ringing in my ears. Back at the estate, Cazien had turned to the driver and butler, his voice firm. “Tell them not to follow us,” he said. The driver’s face scrunched in confusion, and the butler’s eyes widened, but Cazien was clear—no guards, no one else, just us. “I’ll drive,

Lost in the dark

I didn’t cry, because crying needed room to feel, and all I had was shock, like a heavy stone in my chest. I ran my fingers over my wrist, where the gauze sat soft and light. There was no scar, no mark from the crash, just a faint red line, like the world had fixed me too perfectly. It didn’t feel right. I pushed the blanket off, its silver Wolfe crest glinting coldly. My legs shook as they touched the cool floor, weak and wobbly. My hospital gown stuck to my sweaty back, and the IV tube tugged at my arm when I moved too fast. I stumbled to the bathroom, my heart pounding, and shut the door with a soft click. The mirror showed a stranger—me, but different. A small cut marked my eyebrow, red and raw. My lip was puffy, my eyes shadowed like I hadn’t slept in days. I remembered everything: the car’s roar, Cazien’s kiss, the crash’s terrible sound. His voice saying my name. But now, he didn’t know me at all. I turned on the faucet, letting cold water rush over my hands until my fingers w

Separated and Erased

The Wolfe estate didn’t feel like the same place anymore. It was always too perfect, with its shiny floors and tall walls, but now it felt different, like the house itself was pushing me away, closing its doors to keep me out. The air inside was heavy, like a secret nobody wanted to share. I followed Mira down a quiet hallway in the west wing, my boots soft on the thick carpet, making no sound. The walls were lined with paintings, each one looking new, their gold frames gleaming under the soft lights. The air smelled clean, like lemons and polish, sharp and cold, like a room waiting for something serious to happen. “He’s in the sunroom,” Mira said, slowing as we passed two big closed doors, their wood dark and heavy. “Margot moved his things there. She says the morning light helps him.” I frowned, my heart thumping. “Helps with what?” I asked. Mira’s voice dropped low, like a whisper. “Control,” she said. “It helps Margot control the story. She keeps him with her people, her routines

Portrait of a Lie

Elise walked into the sunroom like she’d been waiting outside, listening. Her navy jumpsuit was sharp and neat, tight at the waist, her gold hoop earrings sparkling in the soft morning light. Her heels clicked twice on the marble floor, loud and sure, as she stopped beside Cazien, close enough to claim her place. “There you are,” she said to him, her voice light, like a breeze, but her eyes scanned me like I was a problem to solve. “Margot’s waiting downstairs. Interviews in fifteen minutes. You forgot.” Cazien nodded once, calm and quiet, sliding his new glasses back onto his nose. “I’ll be down soon,” he said, his voice steady. Elise turned to me, folding her arms loosely, her smile small and cold, like ice that didn’t melt. “You’re still here,” she said, her words sweet but sharp. “That’s nice.” I held her gaze, my heart pounding but my voice even. “I had a conversation to finish,” I said. She tilted her head, her smile growing sharper. “Aw, remembering old times?” she said. “Be

Unstable

“This has call logs, money transfers, and strange details from the day Cazien disappeared after the crash,” Declan said. “Also, a hidden phone number, tied to a secret Wolfe Logistics account, was used near a private clinic two days before they said he was moved.” My heart pounded, like a drum in my chest. “You’re saying Margot hid his transfer?” I asked, my voice shaky. Declan stared at me, his messy hair falling over his eyes. “I’m saying she planned a lot that day,” he said. “I think she made up the story about his memory. Maybe even paid the doctors to help.” I sat down slowly, the chair creaking under me. “That’s a big claim,” I said, my throat tight. He leaned back in my chair, like it was his own, crumbs from his protein bar dusting his wrinkled suit. “That’s why I didn’t tell Mira yet,” he said, his voice low, like a whisper in a storm. I opened the folder, my fingers trembling on the rough paper. The proof wasn’t perfect, but it was enough—enough to ask hard questions, enou

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