Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Boss Will Stop At Nothing To Have Me : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Lillian's POVI must have refreshed the call log at least twenty times.Each time, the result was the same... no answer.My thumb hovered over Nathaniel's name again. The contact stared back at me, cold and impersonal, like it no longer belonged to someone who once kissed my tears away or whispered promises at midnight.I pressed the call button again.Straight to voicemail."This number is currently unavailable. Please try again later."Try again later.How many laters had I already tried?I tossed the phone onto my couch with more force than necessary. It landed on the cushion and bounced once, as if mocking my helplessness. For the past hour, I had been trying to call Nathaniel. I texted him. Emailed. Even sent a message through LinkedIn, which I hadn’t used since college.Nothing.No blue ticks, no response. Silence.My mind, cruel and traitorous, started crafting scenarios. What if he had blocked me? What if Isabelle had finally won and convinced him that I wasn’t worth the troub

Lillian's POVBy the time I arrived at my office Monday morning, the world had already exploded.The moment I stepped inside, my phone buzzed... once, twice, a constant stream. My team was waiting at the biggest boardroom table I’d ever seen at Alderstone Consultants. Not all of them resented me, not by a long shot. Some stared at my entrance with relief, others with curiosity... and all of them plastered with fatigue. We had fought like gladiators the last few weeks. Now it seemed like they were waiting for me to call final victory.I raised my hand. “Just a moment.”Before I could take another step, my assistant... steady, efficient, no-nonsense... handed me a printout. I unfolded it, paper crackling. It was the headline.“ADRIAN BLACK EXPOSED: AUDIO REVEALS INTENTIONAL SABOTAGE, LEAK TRIGGERS INVESTOR PULL-OUT.”Underneath, screenshots of T*****r trending pages flashed. Comments flooded in:“He called her pawn... now no one’s going to play for him.”“Wouldn’t call it honest; I’d cal

Lillian's POVThe conference hall looked like something out of a war zone. Reporters packed shoulder to shoulder, camera lights flashing with all the subtlety of a lightning storm. The moment Isabelle Laurent stepped onto the platform in her crisp white suit, the room went mute.I sat on my couch at home, barefoot, in silk pajamas, with a bowl of buttered popcorn in my lap. My laptop was propped up on the coffee table, the livestream playing in full HD. The irony was delicious. Just a few months ago, Isabelle had practically ruled this city’s social and corporate circles. Now she looked cornered.Her glossy hair was pinned back too tightly, and her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. She clutched the podium like it was the last lifeboat on a sinking ship."Thank you all for coming," she began, voice brittle with forced calm. "I would like to address the vicious and absolutely false allegations tying me to Adrian Black's fraudulent schemes."The cameras clicked. Murmurs flitted like mot

Nathaniel's POVI didn’t need the paper to tell me the truth.But there it was anyway... DNA confirmation in clinical, inked lettering. Jasmine Caldwell. Half-sister. My father’s daughter.She sat across from me in the study, legs crossed, chin raised like she belonged in this house. Like she had always been one of us.“Now that the test confirms it,” she said coolly, “I think it’s time the world knows who I am.”I narrowed my eyes at her. “That’s what this is really about, isn’t it? Fame. Headlines. Caldwell blood in the spotlight.”Jasmine didn’t flinch. “I deserve to tell my story.”“You don’t even know us.”“I know enough. Enough to see what your father tried to hide.”I scoffed. “Don’t pretend this is about justice.”She leaned in. “You’re right. It’s about identity. My name matters.”“No,” I said coldly. “It’s about clout. You want the Caldwell legacy without the cost. And I’m telling you now, Jasmine... don’t do it.”But she ignored me.That afternoon, she called for a press co

Lillian's POVIt was almost too easy to get used to happiness. After everything... the betrayals, the manipulation, the war that felt like it would never end... the quiet moments with Nathaniel felt surreal. Like we had somehow stolen them from a life that was never meant to be ours. I would wake up to a good morning text, and by the time noon came, he would send flowers or a dumb meme that made me roll my eyes and smile. We were building something again, but this time, with no one watching and no one interfering.One night, he showed up at my door with a picnic basket. Just like that."Are we going to the park?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.He grinned. "Rooftop. I bribed your neighbor for access."We sat under the stars, eating cold pasta and laughing over things that used to hurt too much to mention. He held my hand, kissed the inside of my wrist, and whispered, "You deserve more than what this world ever gave you."It was almost perfect.Almost.We were sipping coffee at his apart