My Boss Will Stop At Nothing To Have Me のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Lillian's POVThe screen of my phone was still glowing as I stared at the mountain of notifications. My inbox looked like it had been in a bar fight, messy, chaotic, and a little bruised.Twenty-one unread texts.Four missed calls from Adrian.Three from Nathaniel.And one unknown number blinking at me with a smug little “1” beside it like a mystery wrapped in drama.Naturally, I clicked the unknown number first.The moment I opened the thread, it was like a tidal wave of text crashed onto the screen. Paragraph after paragraph, apology after apology, and sprinkled in-between? Sarcastic, brutally honest humor that could only belong to one person.Luca.“Hey, um… so… hi. Before you block me, just hear me out. Yes, I stole your number from Nathaniel’s phone. Yes, I realize how completely insane and morally questionable that is. Yes, I might have been slightly… okay, significantly… under the influence of whiskey when I decided it was a good idea. No, I am not a stalker. But in my defense,

Nathaniel's POVThe morning headlines hit like a brick.“Billionaire Heir, Adrian Black Clash at Gala: Over a Woman?”“Nathaniel Caldwell’s Public Meltdown: Lillian Grey at the Center”I stared at the screen, jaw clenched so tight my teeth ached. The photo… God, the photo… was one of those perfectly timed shots where everyone’s expressions told a story. Lillian standing between us like she was mediating two damn alphas at war. Adrian smirking like he owned the world. Me, looking like I was one second from tearing his throat out.I slammed the tablet face down onto the table.“This is what you call professionalism?” my father barked from across the dining table. “You think throwing tantrums in tuxedos is how you represent the Caldwell name?”He had barged into my penthouse uninvited, as usual. No knock, no heads-up. Just stormed in like he still owned me along with the company.I dragged a hand through my hair, forcing calm into my voice. “Morning to you too, Dad.”“Don’t patronize me.

Lillian's POVI hadn’t spoken to Nathaniel since I found out the truth about Adrian and Isabelle.I couldn’t.My mind was already trying to stitch together how I had once again ended up in someone else’s revenge arc… except this time, I saw the pattern before it could consume me.But I hadn’t walked away yet.Maybe a part of me wanted to believe Adrian meant well. That maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t using me… or maybe I didn’t want to admit I had allowed myself to fall into this mess. Again.I was reviewing a strategy proposal on my tablet when my phone rang.My first instinct was to ignore it, but something tugged at me. I answered. "Hello?""Hey, Lillian. It’s Luca."I sat up straighter. "Luca. I know.""Yeah, yeah. Don’t kill me, Nathaniel already knows I stole your number. He already threatened to kill me too." He chuckled lightly, but his tone quickly turned sober. “Listen, I’m calling for a reason.”"Okay...""You know me, I joke around, but not this time. I’ve seen Adrian Black i

Lillian's POVThere was a particular unease that sat heavy in my chest each time I passed Adrian’s office lately. A gut feeling, subtle at first, but growing stronger by the day, like a whisper that had learned how to scream.It started a few weeks back, small things. Appointments he wouldn’t list on the team calendar. Sudden changes in schedule that his secretary, Natalie, waved off with overly bright smiles and tight excuses. I had brushed it off at first. CEOs had secrets. It wasn’t my business.But that changed when I walked past the glass conference room and saw him.Adrian was seated at the head of the table, facing a man I recognized instantly from the finance bulletins and headlines. Chuka Eze. A notorious corporate saboteur, dressed sharp in his usual dark gray three-piece suit, grinning like the devil himself. This was the same man who had once posed as a loyal investor only to dismantle two tech startups from the inside. The same man who was rumored to have betrayed Nathani

Nathaniel's POVThere were three things I hated about investor parties: overpriced cocktails, fake laughter, and the exhausting need to constantly perform. But right now, I needed investors, and that meant enduring every cheesy handshake and forced toast like my legacy depended on it… because, frankly, it did.Luca groaned beside me, slouching like a kid being dragged to church. “Remind me why I agreed to this again?”“You didn’t. I bribed you,” I said, adjusting the cuffs of my suit.He huffed, rolling his eyes. “Right. That twelve-year-old bottle of Japanese whiskey you’ve been hoarding like a dragon with treasure. I swear, you love that thing more than me.”“I would never admit it in public,” I muttered dryly, scanning the building from the valet’s entrance.The ballroom was grand in size, mediocre in taste. The chandeliers looked like they had been imported from a discount version of Temu. Gilded decor clashed violently with LED backlights and electric-blue centerpieces. It scream