All Chapters of Taken By My Boss: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The wall didn't give easily. It was as if it had been sealed shut for years, resisting my every effort. I grunted with the strain, my muscles burning as I pushed and pulled, desperation lending me strength. But it wouldn't move. I felt the panic rising in my chest, threatening to suffocate me.But I couldn't give up. I couldn't let them win. With a deep breath, I tried again, my fingers slipping into the crack. It was a futile effort, but the alternative was unthinkable. The wall was unyielding, a silent sentinel to my despair. But it wouldn't move.As the hours dragged on, the pain in my wrists and back grew unbearable. The room's chill seeped into my bones, making me shiver despite my fear-induced adrenaline. My thoughts kept drifting to Ethan, wondering where he was, if he was safe. I had to keep fighting, for him.With a heavy sigh, I slumped to the floor, my body aching from the struggle. The cold concrete sent shivers through me, but it was nothing compared to the coldness in Ra

As the room fell silent, Adrianne's face twisted with fury. Her grip on the bouquet tightened until her knuckles turned white, her voice sharp and dripping with contempt. "How dare you!" she spat. "You deceitful little liar, you’ve been toying with us all along!"But Harrison wasn’t even looking at her. His gaze was fixed on me, his face pale and full of disbelief. "Emma," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the silence in the room. "Is he... is he really mine?"My throat felt tight, but I managed a shaky nod, tears spilling down my cheeks. "Yes," I whispered. "Ethan is your son."The room erupted in gasps and murmurs. Adrianne let out a strangled scream, throwing her bouquet at me in rage. The flowers scattered across the polished floor, a few thorny stems catching on my dress. Then Rachel stepped forward, her face fierce as she stared Adrianne down. "Everyone can finally see what kind of person you are," she said, her voice cutting through the noise. "This is your true self,

He chuckled, his hand still resting on my waist. "Thanks, Rach," he said, leaning in to press a quick kiss to her cheek. Rachel rolled her eyes but smiled, the tension in the room dissipating slightly. "I'll deal with her," he murmured to me, before striding out of the room.Alone again, I sank onto the bed, my thoughts racing. What had I just done? What was happening? The line between right and wrong was so blurred it was practically invisible. I felt a strange mix of guilt and desire, my body still humming from Harrison's touch. Rachel had always warned me about getting too close, but here I was, falling into his arms.The door clicked shut, and I let out a shaky sigh. Rachel's words echoed in my head: "Mr. Luca won't just let this go." I knew she was right. The USB was our insurance policy, the only leverage we had against him. But could we really use it? Would exposing his secrets only bring more pain and danger?I laid there, my mind racing with scenarios, each one more terrifyin

With that, he stormed out of the room, slamming the door so hard the frame rattled. I stood there, trembling, my heart racing like a rabbit in a snare."Don't be scared," Harrison murmured, his arms wrapping around me from behind. He pulled me tight against his bare chest, the warmth of his skin a stark contrast to the cold fury that had just filled the room. His voice was steady, a rock in the storm of emotions swirling inside me.The newspaper lay forgotten on the floor, the headline screaming at us from its crumpled pages. It was more than just about Adrianne's family cutting ties; it spoke of a web of deceit and betrayal that stretched far beyond the mansion walls. Rachel's words echoed in my mind: "There's more to this than you know."I bent down to pick up the newspaper, my legs shaking slightly. The room felt suddenly cold without Mr. Blackwood's oppressive presence. As I straightened, the paper rustled, I read through it, the words swimming before my eyes. Adrianne's family ha

What do we do now?" I whispered, feeling utterly lost. "We can't go back to the mansion."Rachel nodded, her expression a mix of determination and fear. "We'll find a place around here," she said. "Somewhere close enough to keep an eye on him, but hidden from Mr. Blackwood's reach."The next day, we set out early, the crisp morning air biting at our cheeks. We drove through winding country roads, searching for a new place to call home. Each house and apartment we passed seemed to hold the promise of a new beginning, a life free from the mansion's dark secrets. But every time Rachel slowed down, my heart raced, fearing we'd be found out.Finally, we stumbled upon a quaint cottage, nestled in a grove of trees just outside of town. It was small, but it had a cozy charm that felt welcoming. Rachel pulled over, and we approached the landlady, a plump woman with a kind smile and a no-nonsense attitude. She took one look at us, huddled together with our suitcases, and her expression softened