All Chapters of The Night Boss: Chapter 101 - Chapter 106

Love was a dangerous word in the world Rico had been forced to live in. It had been a weapon, a weakness, a manipulation — and yet, it was also the one truth that kept piercing through layers of lies. And now, in the aftermath of the chaos, whispers of love were reshaping the power balance between the Boss, the police, and Rico himself.The police station was different that week. The hallways were tensed with pressure, like walls pressing inward. Officers, who once paraded Rico as a broken trophy in front of flashing cameras, now moved when his name was mentioned. Their words were guarded, as though they feared unseen ears. The Boss’s influence was no longer a rumor — it was a shadow stretching across desks, reports, and even the lips of the inspectors themselves.But what shocked many wasn’t just his money. It was the whisper passed from officer to officer: the Boss so much loves Rico.Not just ownership, not just convenience — real affection, he's madly in love with Rico from his ti

Chains of ObsessionThe next morning, the reporters gathered in the Boss's mansion like vultures at the end of the walkway, cameras flashing, microphones thrust forward. Guards flanked Rico, guiding him past the gauntlet. Their boots struck rhythm against the concrete as though to remind him that freedom wasn’t free—it was borrowed, it was bartered.“Rico! Rico!” voices called.“What do you have to say about justice finally being served?”“Do you regret testifying against Kross and Marquez?”“Do you consider yourself a hero or a traitor?”Rico’s lips parted, but no words came. He had rehearsed speeches in the quiet of his cell—lines about truth, survival and resilience. Yet under the relentless strobe of flashbulbs, everything shriveled. He felt exposed.But then a familiar car pulled up. Black tinted windows glinting like obsidian. The crowd hushed for a moment. They knew whose car it was.The Boss.The door swung open and for the first time, the boss stepped out, his smiling face c

EpilogueThe Boss's Shop looked nothing like it did when Rico had first walked into its veins, trembling and naïve. Then, the streets had hissed with danger. Sirens had been swallowed by laughter in the alleys, blood had dried on stone before the morning sun could even glance at it. Now, there was peace—or something resembling it.The newspapers carried different headlines. Instead of death counts or whispers of vendettas, they wrote of “Rebirth.” Instead of warnings about underworld reign, they celebrated the return of “Balance.” Markets thrived, cafés stretched their chairs into the streets, and children once again played football under the shadows of glass buildings.Yet inside the fabric of order, silence hummed with another kind of truth: the Boss had won.The public didn’t speak his name anymore—not loudly. But everyone knew whose hand was woven into the system, whose smile hung over the new peace like an unseen guardian. The Boss had defeated rivals, bent laws, charmed official