Todos os capítulos de Falling in Love with my cocky boss: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 77

The sky had begun to bleed into dusk, streaks of orange and violet painting the horizon. I sat in the back seat of the car I’d booked, eyes staring blankly ahead.My thoughts wandered back to the cold tension I left behind at Alessandro’s estate. Matteo hadn’t said much, but silence had screamed louder than words ever could. I pressed a hand against my chest.The driver hummed along to a soft tune on the radio, but I was barely listening. I just wanted to get back to Dr. Langston’s hospital, to Mia, to peace what little was left of it.Then the car slowed sharply. Tires screeched. I jolted forward, heart thudding. “What the hell?” the driver murmured. A sleek black car had swerved across the highway, cutting us off. We came to a stop too fast.I blinked in confusion, sitting up straighter. That car there was something familiar about it. My stomach turned. I reached for my phone, already knowing I wouldn’t like what was coming next.Before I could dial anyone, the door to the black car

Matteo's POVI didn’t remember the elevator ride, or how I got to my car. All I knew was that Alessandro was alone. And Ryan had made a promise to kill.I gripped the wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white, blood draining from my hands. My eyes were fixed on the road, heart racing faster than the engine growled beneath me.Flashes of Alessandro’s face filled my head his warm laughter, his quiet wisdom, his endless support. My grandfather. The only man who ever truly stood in the gap for me when everything else crumbled.The mansion gates loomed ahead, slightly ajar. The guards were gone. That alone struck a chilling nerve through my spine. Something was wrong.I slammed the brake and jumped out, leaving the car running. My shoes echoed across the gravel as I rushed up the stairs, each step heavier with fear and dread.“Alessandro!” I yelled, bursting through the front door. Silence greeted me. Cold. Hollow. The kind of silence that tells you death has already passed through the roo

Ryan’s POVI leaned back in the leather chair, swirling the amber liquid in my glass. Isabelle sat opposite me, legs crossed, that smug little smile tugging at her lips.“So, Alessandro’s gone,” Isabelle said, almost sing-song, as if talking about the weather. “One less obstacle in our way.”I smirked, taking a slow sip.“Exactly. Matteo will spiral. He’ll lose focus. And when he’s busy grieving… that’s when we take everything.”She tilted her head, her gold earrings catching the light.“Everything? Or just Sarah?”I let out a short laugh. “Both. I want Sarah, and I want Matteo crushed. This is personal now.”Her smile widened.“And here I thought you didn’t mix business with pleasure.”I leaned forward, placing the glass on the table between us.“When it comes to Matteo, I make an exception.”Isabelle’s smile was sly, almost feline, as she leaned forward, lowering her voice.“Then we move to phase two,” she said, tapping a manicured finger against the rim of her wine glass.I raised

Ryan’s POVI leaned back in my chair, staring at the blinking message on my phone. A gala. Matteo and Sarah were truly going through with it. They thought they could outmaneuver me.I clenched my jaw, reading the details again. Alessandro was gone, yet somehow they had the audacity to host a celebration so soon. No. This wasn’t just a gala it was a trap. For me. For Isabelle. Maybe even for Damian.But did they think I was that stupid? That I wouldn’t sniff out their pathetic little plan before it even took shape? I smirked, tossing the phone on the table.I rose to my feet, pacing the length of the room. Matteo always underestimated me, treating me like the desperate younger brother clinging to scraps. And Sarah sweet, naive Sarah she still believed she could stand against me.The thought made me laugh, low and dangerous. They had no idea who they were dealing with. If they wanted war at the gala, I’d give them war. But I’d be the one writing the final act.I grabbed a glass of whisk