All Chapters of Bred By My Billionaire Boss: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

CHAPTER THIRTY ONE~ StephanoI had been buried in paperwork when the door burst open, slamming against the wall with a force that made my pen pause mid-signature.Ah.I didn’t need to look up.I already knew.Camilla.Fuming. Seething. Probably vibrating with so much rage she could power the goddamn building if I hooked her up to a generator. I exhaled in a slow and measured manner, letting my fingers linger on the contract I had been reviewing before finally, lazily, lifting my gaze to meet hers.And fuck if she wasn’t a sight.Dark eyes flashing, chest heaving, fists clenched so tightly at her sides that I half expected her nails to pierce her palms. Her entire body screamed murder. And I, the unfortunate soul marked for execution, merely arched a brow, amused."Stephano," she spat my name like it tasted vile in her mouth.And God, that only made me want to hear her moan it again."Camilla," I greeted smoothly, leaning back in my chair, my gaze flicking over her deliberately. "To w

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE~CamillaI was furious. My mind was spinning, and my blood was boiling, yet somehow I managed to sit down at my desk, trying my damnedest to regain some semblance of control. I took a deep breath, the kind where your chest expands like you’re trying to take in all the air in the room at once, like it could somehow calm the raging storm inside me. I let it out slowly, but even as the breath left my lungs, I could feel the anger creeping back in, like a monster that had just been shoved back into its cage."That bastard," I muttered under my breath. I kept imagining his smug face, his voice reeking of that same condescending tone, as if he had the right to treat me like that. Like I was nothing but a toy, a plaything for him to manipulate whenever he felt like it. I clenched my fists. I hated myself for letting it happen. I hated that I had stood there, looking him dead in the eye, while I let him—No. I couldn’t go down that rabbit hole again. I needed to focus.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE~ CamillaI paced around my apartment, staring at my wardrobe like I was about to face a damn life-or-death situation. As if picking out an outfit for dinner was going to make everything right again. But no, it wasn’t the clothes that had my mind spinning—it was that damn conversation with Stephano.What the hell was I doing? I tried to focus on the hangers in front of me, but all I could see was his smug face, his words ringing in my ears like a goddamn echo. I could practically feel his presence.I grabbed a dress off the rack, not really paying attention to it, and tossed it on the bed. It didn’t matter what I wore, did it? Stephano’s voice kept creeping into my thoughts, his tone, that dark, manipulative bastard. "Does your date know what kind of woman he’s dealing with?" The way he said it—like he owned me. Like I was some toy he could control whenever he felt like it. Fuck that.I grabbed another dress, this one red, but then the thought of Stephano's hands a

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN ~CamillaHoly, his words wrapped around me like a blanket, pulling me in. This was... a lot. More than a lot, really. I couldn’t even wrap my head around everything he was saying. All those feelings, those words, the way he was looking at me, like I was someone worth caring about, someone he wanted to be with. It was like a pressure building up inside me, a dam that could burst at any second.I shifted in my seat, feeling suddenly very exposed. My hands tightened around my glass, but it didn’t do anything to steady me. Hell, the last thing I should be feeling right now was this… warmth, this flicker of hope that maybe, I could have something better than everything that had been dragged across my life.I was here, sitting across from a man who was genuinely kind, who cared for me. Who looked at me like I was more than just a body, more than a temporary distraction. And then there was Stephano. The fucking bastard who’d taken everything from Elvis, the one who had

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE~ Stephano“You okay?” Isabella asked, sipping her wine like everything was peachy.“Need to use the restroom,” I muttered, already standing.I didn’t wait for a reply. I slipped through the back of the restaurant, ducking Elvis’ view like a goddamn shadow. I couldn't raise any suspicion. The hallway was narrow and quiet, candlelight flickering against the walls like it knew what was about to go down.And then I saw her. The curve of her ass. The sway of her hips. She reached the ladies’ room door. Her hand touched the handle.“Has he fucked you?”She froze.Just like that, still as stone, breath caught, like my voice hit her spine and melted her bones. I took slow steps toward her, my voice a low growl behind her. “Elvis. Has he had you?”She turned, face twisted in disbelief, rage written in every sharp line on her face. “What the hell are you doing here?”I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. I pushed the door open, gave her the chance to walk in.She did.I follo