Lahat ng Kabanata ng In Lust with my Sexy Boss: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Chapter Ninety One Julian’s POVThe elevator doors slid shut behind me with a cold hiss, and for a moment, I caught my reflection in the steel: eyes sharp, jaw tight, every muscle in my body pulled taut like a loaded weapon.Carter’s voice crackled through my earpiece.“East wing, level three. Cameras picked him up five minutes ago. Moving fast. You’ve got a window, but it’s closing.”“Keep eyes on him,” I ordered, my voice low and lethal.The elevator jolted to a stop, and I stepped out into the dim corridor. The floor smelled of bleach and old dust, the kind of emptiness that amplified every sound. My footsteps echoed, the weight of them controlled, deliberate, silent enough to blend with the shadows.Somewhere ahead, the ghost waited.I’d seen the footage, grainy, distorted, but clear enough to shake something deep inside me. Aria’s terror wasn’t unfounded. The man on the screen had walked like he owned the air around him, calm, purposeful, arrogant.And he’d looked directly into

Chapter Ninety ThreeAria’s POVThe city stretched beyond the penthouse windows in a glittering sprawl, a living tapestry of light and noise. But to me, it felt distant, separate. Like I was sealed inside a glass cage.Julian had left hours ago to “make inquiries.” His words, clipped and lethal, had curled around me like smoke before he vanished into the night. He hadn’t said where. He rarely did. But the hard gleam in his eyes had promised that someone, somewhere, would regret what happened to me.Now, in the quiet of the penthouse, the silence pressed too heavily against my ears.I wrapped Julian’s shirt tighter around me, it smelled of him, like cedar and heat, like safety. My bare feet padded across the polished floors toward the tall windows. The city should have soothed me. Instead, my reflection caught my gaze, pale and fragile against the darkness outside.And for a split second, I could have sworn… there was another shadow standing just behind mine.I spun around.Nothing.Th

Chapter Ninety FiveJulian’s POVI didn’t sleep. Couldn’t.Aria’s breaths were steady, soft against my chest, but my mind was a battlefield. Every time I closed my eyes, the words flashed behind them, taunting, searing: She’s mine.The handwriting wasn’t random. I knew it. The angles, the sharp slashes, it was the same scrawl that had haunted classified reports and backroom deals in the underworld of my father’s empire.I’d buried that name long ago. Or maybe I’d only convinced myself I had.The shadow wasn’t just a threat. It was personal.I shifted, careful not to wake Aria, and slipped from the bed. Her hand twitched against my arm, clutching at air where I’d been, and it nearly undid me. But I had to move. I had to be sure.In the office, I opened the drawer I swore I’d never touch again. Inside, beneath false files and decoy documents, was a slim black folder. My father’s. My inheritance of poison.My hands tightened as I flipped it open, and there it was, scrawled across the mar

Chapter Ninety SevenAria’s POVThe air in the room thickened, pressing against my chest like invisible hands. Every sound outside, the scrape of gravel, the distant clang of the gate, the heavy thud that reverberated through the walls, felt magnified, like the house itself was holding its breath.Julian moved with precision, every step silent but weighted, like he was both hunting and hunted. His broad shoulders tensed beneath his shirt, muscles shifting like coiled steel. He glanced at the control panel near the door, his jaw tightening when the screen flashed red.“Breached perimeter.”My stomach dropped.I clutched the counter to steady myself. “Julian…”He held up a hand. Wait.But waiting was impossible when my body was screaming to either run or cling to him. I wanted answers. I wanted to scream. But most of all, I wanted to understand why fear looked so foreign on Julian Blackwell’s face.The silence stretched, and then..CRASH.Glass exploded at the far end of the house. My s

Chapter Ninety Nine Aria’s POVI couldn’t breathe. The air burned in my lungs as I ran, my heels striking the cold floor, every step echoing like the truth chasing me down.He knew.The thought looped in my head like a curse.Julian had known something, maybe everything and still he looked at me like I was the only woman who’d ever mattered. Still he kissed me, touched me, made me believe.Tears blurred my vision, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. If I did, I would shatter right there in front of him, and I couldn’t give him that. Not now.I shoved through a door and stumbled into a darkened room. My chest heaved, my fingers clutching at the nearest surface just to keep me standing. The walls felt like they were closing in, suffocating me with every memory of his hands on my skin, his voice in my ear, the promises he whispered when he thought I was too lost in him to hear the tremor beneath his words.My body still ached for him. Even now, even with betrayal pounding through my vei