My Boss Will Stop At Nothing To Have Me のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Lillian's POVI didn’t call ahead.Honestly, I didn’t even text.Some things were too big for a warning, and let’s face it... if I gave Luca time to mentally prepare for this, he would do something insane like organize a full-on “Welcome to the Family” dinner with confetti cannons and jazz hands. I wasn’t in the mood to be glitter-bombed with my own identity crisis.So, I just showed up.The sun was still high, casting a golden hue over his ridiculously modern apartment complex... glass everywhere, like he enjoyed waking up every morning to the possibility of birds smashing into his windows.I rang the doorbell and waited.When he opened the door, he blinked at me, half-shirtless and munching on a granola bar like a himbo off-duty. “Uh-oh,” he said around a bite. “You’re doing the serious face. What did I do now? Did Diana tell you about the thing I said about her lavender shampoo?”I stared.“Because, to be fair,” he added, leaning against the doorframe, “I only said it smells like a

Nathaniel's POVI knew Lillian didn’t keep track of the date.Not this date.But I did.The night we met... drinks, music, eyes locked across a room that smelled like whiskey and too much perfume. It wasn’t romantic, not in the traditional sense. It was chaotic. Messy. And entirely unforgettable.So tonight, I planned to take us back.Literally.I stood outside the exact same club. It had changed a little... new neon signage, fewer velvet ropes, more overpriced cocktails. But the bones were still there. The bar that glowed low amber. The leather booths in the corners. The dance floor that always felt too small for how much heat pulsed off it.Diana adjusted the final touches inside, texting me updates like a stage manager prepping a Broadway debut.Lillian thought we were going to dinner.She had no idea.I glanced down at the watch she gave me months ago. 7:32 p.m.Right on time.The car pulled up, and Lillian stepped out, wearing a satin black dress that could probably silence a roo

Nathaniel's POVI smirked at her response, but before I can retort, she shifts her hips again, pressing herself down against me with a newfound intensity, rubbing her ass against my swelled, sensitive balls. I moaned at the electric sensation, and my grip on her tightened enough to bruise.She gasped, her nails igging into my shoulders as her thrusts become more erratic, more desperate. "You feel so fucking good." She purr, her words slurred slightly as if she's drunk on the sensations coursing through her."So do you, baby." I grunted against her neck, my lips pressing against her sweat-slicked skin. She grinned, trailing her hands up my chest to cradle my face, her thumbs stroking over my cheekbones as she leaned in for another kiss. It's hungry dripping with raw need that knocks the air from my lungs. Her lips moved against mine with the same urgency as her hips, and I couldn't hold back anymore.I yanked her closer, molding her body to mine as I deepen the kiss. My tongue tangled

Lillian's POVRachel Voss.I was sipping my morning tea, buried under a stack of invoices and vendor agreements when my assistant, Zara, poked her head into my office... eyes wide, voice sharp.“Ma’am, you need to see this.”I looked up, raising a brow. Zara never used “ma’am” unless she was nervous.She slid her tablet toward me.The headline read: “Voss & Co. Unveils Innovative Consulting Toolkit for Startups”... and the picture underneath? A sleek, elegant branding design that was almost identical to the one my firm had been developing behind closed doors.Almost.My fingers froze mid-scroll. The font. The structure. The language. It wasn’t a coincidence.“Again?” I muttered under my breath.Zara nodded grimly. “That’s the third overlap in a month. First the internship structure. Then the networking pitch deck. And now this.”I pushed the tablet back and sat in silence, watching the steam curl up from my mug like smoke from something quietly burning.Rachel was smart. I’d give her

Lillian's POVThere’s a sound to success.It’s not the click of champagne glasses or the applause echoing through a launch venue.It’s the moment you look around and realize... you did it.That soft, internal exhale when the weight finally lifts off your chest.That’s what I felt as I stood backstage at the Conrad Hotel ballroom, the venue humming with anticipation. From where I stood behind the curtain, I could hear the buzz of the crowd... journalists, entrepreneurs, and industry leaders all gathered for the unveiling of Revive, my consultancy firm’s flagship project.My dream.My damn dream.And it was finally alive.But getting here had been anything but easy.After the fallout with Rachel, the false accusations, the arrest, the court case, and Adrian’s shadow always lurking, I could’ve disappeared. I could’ve decided it was enough.But I didn’t.Because I’d already learned how to stand when the world tried to shove me down.So I reassembled my dream team... everyone I could trust