All Chapters of Owned by my boss : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Sienna's POVI stare blankly at the pregnancy test kit sitting in my hand - two bold pink lines."Positive... shit," Kate whispers beside me, wide-eyed.My whole body feels numb."Hey... are you okay?" she asks softly."I'm pregnant." The words barely leave my lips. "Kate, I'm pregnant... I'm pregnant for my boss." Tears spill down my cheeks uncontrollably."Hey... don't cry," Kate pulls me into her arms, squeezing me tight, holding me like she's the only thing keeping me from breaking apart completely."How do I even tell him?" I sob. "What will he think of me? I was so reckless...""Babe, don't blame yourself. He wasn't exactly using protection either. If he didn't want this, he should've been careful," she says firmly."I'm scared. What if he tells me to get rid of it?"Kate cups my face. "If he does - we'll leave. We'll go somewhere else, start a new life. I swear to you." She leads me gently to the bed."Rest, okay? I'm here. Always." She lies beside me, wrapping her arms around

I stared at the coffee in front of me, swirling it around the cup, not having any appetite for it.“Girl, Clara is a bitch. Imagine if she had actually hurt you—or the baby. Nic would’ve killed her for sure,” Kate said as we both sat in our favorite coffee shop.What happened earlier with Clara still lingered in my mind. She had no idea I was pregnant. When she found out, she was so shocked she fainted. I always knew Clara was fragile, even if she never showed it. Nic had called in after the butler reported what happened. He said he would take care of Clara.Ann, on the other hand, asked too many questions—so many that I ended up snapping at her. I still needed to apologize for that. Maybe I was acting up because of pregnancy hormones.“Earth to Sienna…” Kate snapped her fingers in front of my face.“If Clara didn’t send that message, then who did?” I murmured.“His mother?” she suggested.I looked at her sharply. “She won’t stoop that low, Kate.”“Yeah, sure. Tell that to someone els

The sharp smell of disinfectant and medicine filled the hospital, making my stomach churn. I pressed a hand against my mouth, fighting the urge to throw up.“You okay?” Nic asked softly, his hand rubbing small circles on my back.“I’m fine… I just hate the smell,” I muttered.“We can lea—”“Don’t worry, Nic. I’ll be fine.” I cut him off, touching his hand, trying to reassure him.Before he could say more, a weak, raspy voice drifted from the hospital bed.“I didn’t know you were into blondes, son.”I turned, startled. Lying there was an older version of Nic—same eyes, same sharp jaw, only aged and frail. His father. Wires and tubes connected him to humming machines, and a nurse quietly adjusted his IV drip beside him.“Good day, sir,” I said politely, stepping closer. My eyes scanned the room instinctively, searching for signs of his mother—or Clara, the perfect fiancée. Neither were here.“Oh, my dear… come here.” His father reached out, his touch gentle, warm—almost fatherly. My che

Sometimes you just need love.You need understanding.You need someone who makes you feel safe—someone who reminds you the world can be better.But tonight, I had none of that.Tears streamed down my face as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My cheeks were flushed, swollen from crying, humiliation etched into every line. Nic’s mother had called me a whore—not in private, but in front of the city’s elites. She didn’t care who was there. She wanted blood.And she got it.The sting of her slap still burned against my skin. Janet had tried to shield me, to save me from Calista’s rage, but I ruined her party. Nic had dragged me out, protecting me while Kate nearly tore into his mother. Chaos. Shame. Pain.I pressed trembling fingers to my lips as fresh tears fell. My heart shattered into pieces—pieces I wasn’t sure I could ever put back together. My life was a mess. I was a mess.I loved a man who didn’t love me back. To him, I wasn’t a partner. I wasn’t even a choice. I was just th

Sienna’s POVThe day had gone by almost perfectly. Nic had been tender and sweet, laughing at my jokes and teasing me in that way that made my heart flutter. I had wished, more than once, that this moment could make me his—not just in fleeting affection, but in the quiet, real way that mattered. Yet, deep down, I knew it was an illusion. A beautiful, fragile illusion that would vanish the moment he returned to his cold, untouchable self.We walked slowly along the beach, hands intertwined, feeling the sand shift beneath our feet. Overhead, fireworks exploded in the night sky, brilliant colors spilling into the darkness. I could feel Nic’s warmth beside me, smell the faint hint of his cologne, and it was intoxicating. He had prepared these fireworks himself; he knew exactly how to make a woman feel loved. Too bad I was only his in the bedroom.“It’s beautiful,” I whispered, tilting my head to look at him, catching his side profile in the glow of the sparks.“You’re more beautiful,” he