My Boss Will Stop At Nothing To Have Me のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Lillian's POVThe club was quieter than usual. The hum of music had been turned low, the lights dimmer than they should be. It was like the building itself had already accepted its fate and was mourning its own end.Diana and I sat in the lounge, our drinks untouched between us. We hadn’t spoken for a while, there was nothing left to say that hadn’t already been said in sighs and silence.“This place feels like a ghost town,” she finally muttered, staring at the floor. “Like it already knows it’s not mine anymore.”I swallowed the lump in my throat.I hated that she felt that way.I hated that there was nothing I could say to fix it. But even more than that, I hated myself, for not telling her sooner. For keeping everything bottled up like it was my burden alone to carry.She turned her head toward me slowly. Her voice wasn’t angry when she spoke, just... tired. “Why didn’t you tell me, Lillian?”I blinked. “Tell you what?”“About Isabelle. The threats. The messages. The photo she too

Lillian's POVIt had been three days since Nathaniel showed up at my door, and still, I couldn’t get the sound of his voice out of my head. That quiet, heartfelt monologue from the other side of the door had played on a loop in my mind, even while I tried to drown it out with work. But I hadn’t opened the door. I wasn’t ready. Maybe I still wasn’t.But I knew one thing.I had to fix things with Diana.She was my anchor before all this madness started. The one person who never judged me, who opened her arms wide the moment I broke down, post-relationship and all. I had been selfish, thinking I was protecting her from Isabelle when in truth, I was just avoiding the confrontation, burying the fear of losing control again.So that morning, I called her.And thankfully, she picked up.We decided to meet at her club, our club now, I guess, though it didn’t feel like it anymore. The building still stood tall, but the life in it felt like it had dimmed. Some of the staff had already heard abo

Isabelle’s POV“What did you just say?” Isabelle hissed, her voice slicing through the silence.Her lawyer flinched, visibly recoiling as he clutched the folder of documents in his trembling hands. He was standing at the far end of her sleek looking kitchen, but it might as well have been the gallows.“We… uh… Miss Laurent, I said…” he cleared his throat, eyes darting anywhere but her face. “Nathaniel... Mr. Caldwell, he’s found a legal route to reclaim the property. With the media attention, and the manner in which the initial buyout was processed, especially the zoning irregularities you insisted we ignore, our position became... untenable.”Isabelle slowly set her wine glass down on the counter with a cold, deliberate grace. “Tenable?”He blinked. “No, I meant… it’s untenable, Miss Laurent. He has leverage. His legal counsel found every crack and forced our hand. We had to settle…”“You settled?” she cut him off sharply, her voice growing louder, clipped. “You’re telling me that I

Lillian's POVThe words still rang in my ears like a siren.“How does it feel to know sleeping with the CEO isn’t as profitable as you thought?”I turned back slowly, deliberately, locking eyes with the woman who had spoken. She sat with her chin high, expression smug like she’d just delivered the final blow in a war that hadn’t even begun.The rest of the table watched with held breath, drinks forgotten, eyes wide. Some were already pulling out their phones, probably ready to record a scene. I wasn't going to give them one.But I wasn’t going to walk away in silence either.I took a step forward, calm but cold. “What did you just say to me?”Her smile widened.She liked this.The attention.The drama.“You heard me,” she said, rising from her seat slowly, like we were about to go head-to-head in some petty barroom showdown. “You thought you could work your way up with your legs spread and then disappear when things got hard? Cute. Real classy.”My heart thumped in my chest, but my fa

Lillian's POV.I looked at Nathaniel, skeptical.“What?” I asked.“Come,” he said, holding my hand tightly as if I would disappear if he didn't.As I was still reeling from the deep kiss, I followed without a question, although I wondered what we were going to do once we reached the shelf. Abruptly, he stopped, startling me. “What is it?” I asked softly.He chuckled, seeing the look on my face, “I just need to leave a message to the secretary.” Quickly, he walked over to his desk and did what he said.“Hold all of my messages and meetings, I'll let you know when I am available. Under no circumstance should you let anyone into my office.” I stood rooted in place unsure.What am I doing?But before I could get lost in thoughts again, he dropped the phone and took my hand again, come on.I opened my mouth to ask if we were walking into the shelf, but no words came out as he clicked a button behind his mountain of books, to reveal a medium sized room behind the shelf.“What?!” I uttered q