Lahat ng Kabanata ng In love with my boss: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Rosa’s POVI stared at my phone until it fell off my grip. This was the kind of PR that could be damaging, and somehow, I was in the centre of it. I thought of Alex’s reaction. How was he going to handle it? Was he going to barge on the door, yelling at me? Would this be the end of my stay in this place?I knew how much Alex loved his father from the few days I have stayed here. And I knew how wild the public would be. That was why he never wanted his father’s health status to be out. And now, it was on every news outlet like an alarm no one could silence. Maybe it was time I discussed sharing an apartment with Patra. Leaving on my own will would be more dignifying than Alex kicking me out. It would break my stupid heart that was already falling for him. “Did you see it?” I heard Patra’s voice the moment the line connected. “Alex is going to kick me out,” I said instead. “He warned me.”I felt bad for Old man Kane. Gossip blogs were tagging him all sorts of cruel names. They cal

Alex’s POVShe didn’t look at me the entire drive home. I noticed her hands were shaking so badly and she kept wiping her palms on her skirt or fidgeting with her necklace. She was avoiding my gaze. I could sense the guilt, fear and shame all over a situation she had no business blaming herself for. She thought I was going to scold her and I had probably driven to the parking lot to embarrass her. And that made something in my chest twist painfully. When the nurse told me she had left, I knew her leaving had to do with the headlines that broke this morning. What she didn’t know was, I already knew before I stepped into the kitchen that morning. And no, I didn’t blame her for anything. Even if she was at fault, I couldn’t find the courage to yell at her or blame her. Not after last night. So, I searched for her, and when I heard that Charles Baker was assaulting her, I drove madly to the scene to have my woman back. When we stepped into the mansion and the door was shut behind u

Nancy's POV I swear, I have never looked this good in my entire life. The lingerie was blood-red, the expensive kind I made Charles Baker buy just because I deserve all the luxury in the world. And my body looked like something out of a music video. I was so perfect and beautiful that each time I passed by the mirror, I couldn’t help but stare at myself. Tonight, I was going to remind Charles of exactly why he left Rosa for me. I lit scented candles in the room and scattered petals on the bed, queued a slow playlist - the kind that set the mood for the night without overshadowing - and dimmed the lights. Everything was ready and all that remained was Charles Baker. It was almost midnight, and no matter how far he had wandered from home, he would return. I was already dozing off when the bedroom door slammed open. I woke up from my sleep immediately. Charles stormed into the room like a demon chased him from hell. “Who does Alex think he is?” he barked, pacing like a

Rosa’s POVHer throat bubbled with laughter while my throat tightened. “Yes, babe. He knows I’m the only one who gets to him, the only one he absolutely wants. He even mentioned that he would clear his schedule for next weekend just for me.”A sharp pain stabbed my chest. But she didn’t stop.“Mmm, yes…all night. He couldn’t get enough of me.”I couldn’t believe it. He had promised me that he would change and all along I thought there was something special brewing between us. Why had I believed in that fairytale?My throat burned and I looked away. If I kept looking at her, I was going to break into a sob right there. But the call ended and she tossed her bag at me. “Hold this.”I didn’t move. “Hold. The. Bag!” she snapped. I would have told her right there that I wasn't her servant. But I was tired of the dramas and I certainly didn’t want one with this woman. So, I picked it up while she strutted out of the office like she owned it. I followed after her like a maid, trying not to

Alex’s POVThe cameras were set when I stepped behind the curtain. It was just two minutes before the press conference. Two minutes before I either steady the company and survive the media attacks or let everything my father had built for years crumble in my hands. I was supposed to feel ready. I had been confident all weekend. The plan had been simple. But right now, everything was out of control and I hated when I didn’t have control. My mind was continuously worried. I thought of Rosa in the sickbay and wanted to be by her side, my heart ached for my father’s worsening conditions, and I feared the press conference was not going to go well. I turned to look at my father. I had brought him to the back stage with me, hoping by some miracle, he would accept the tea the nurse was offering, and walk up to the stage with me. But he looked far from okay and he wasn’t even responding to the nurse anymore. It was a terrible disaster. I rubbed my hand over my face and sighed in exasperat