All Chapters of Oops, I Kissed My Villain Boss : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

FLORENCE'S POV I woke up to the sound of voices. My eyes snapped open in the dark. For a moment, I was disoriented, the silk sheets of Anthony's penthouse bed feeling foreign. At first, I thought it was the television. Anthony always had a news channel on low volume in the main living area, a constant murmur of business reports and global updates. But this was different. This wasn't the polished tone of a news anchor. This voice was rougher, deeper. It was hushed, but urgent. And it was coming from his office. I sat up, the blanket pooling around my waist. My head felt thick and heavy, a dull ache behind my eyes from another night of fractured, anxious sleep. Ever since the nightmare about Gabriel, true rest was impossible. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him. I saw the chains. I saw the blood. I heard his voice, ragged and desperate, whispering my name. Monkey. It wasn't just a dream. I knew it in my bones. It was a connection. It was real. I slid out of bed, my bare feet s

FLORENCE'S POVI woke up to the sound of voices.My eyes snapped open in the dark. For a moment, I was disoriented, the silk sheets of Anthony's penthouse bed feeling foreign. At first, I thought it was the television. Anthony always had a news channel on low volume in the main living area, a constant murmur of business reports and global updates. But this was different. This wasn't the polished tone of a news anchor. This voice was rougher, deeper. It was hushed, but urgent.And it was coming from his office.I sat up, the blanket pooling around my waist. My head felt thick and heavy, a dull ache behind my eyes from another night of fractured, anxious sleep. Ever since the nightmare about Gabriel, true rest was impossible. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him. I saw the chains. I saw the blood. I heard his voice, ragged and desperate, whispering my name.Monkey.It wasn't just a dream. I knew it in my bones. It was a connection. It

Florence POV.The steady hum of the private jet's engines was too calm. It was a constant, low drone that felt wrong given the situation. It was like the plane itself was ignoring the danger we were flying toward.I sat stiffly in the leather seat beside Anthony, my arms crossed tightly over my chest. I stared out the window at the endless blanket of clouds below. The air between us was heavy and silent, still charged from our argument before takeoff. He had not wanted me to come. He had not spoken a word since we boarded, and I refused to be the one to break the silence.I glanced at him from the corner of my eye. His head was resting against the seatback, his eyes closed. But he wasn't sleeping. His jaw was clenched tight, and a muscle twitched in his cheek. Even in stillness, he radiated a tense control. But now, I saw something else underneath it—a deep fatigue, the weight of a burden he would never name.I turned back to the window. My fingers found the small, metal keychain I wo

Florence POV The desert was completely silent. The only sound was the low hiss of the wind moving sand across the dunes. The air smelled of smoke and dry earth.The men from the caravan stood around us, their torches flickering and throwing long, moving shadows. I still did not know if they were our saviors or our captors. Their faces were hard to read in the shifting light.Anthony and I stood side by side, breathing heavily. Sand and sweat coated our skin. The leader of the group walked toward us. He was a tall man, wrapped in dark robes, his face mostly covered by a scarf. Only his eyes were visible, and they were sharp and cold. They were the eyes of a man who had seen too much violence.He spoke. His words were rough and fast, in a language I did not understand.Anthony slowly raised his hands, palms open, to show he was not a threat. "We mean no harm," he said, his voice calm and clear. "We are grateful for your help."The leader did not react. He barked a short, sharp order. T

Florence's POV The leader pointed toward the eastern horizon. "Two days' walk if you are strong and can survive the sun. The place is surrounded by a high fence. They say the fence is electrified. The air around it feels wrong. It hums." The women nearby whispered among themselves. One mother pulled her child closer to her chest. A heavy feeling settled in my stomach. I took a step toward the leader. "Sir, please. I need to know. I believe someone I love is being held in that place." He looked at me with curiosity. "Who?" "My father and my brother," I said. I glanced at Anthony, then decided to tell the whole truth. "My brother, Gabriel. We thought he was dead for five years. But yesterday... he called me on my phone." Anthony looked sharply at me. "Florence, you did not tell me that." "I was not one hundred percent sure," I said quickly. "It was full of static. But I know his voice. He called me by my childhood nickname. Monkey. No one else has ever called me that." The trib