All Chapters of Owned by my boss : Chapter 51 - Chapter 55

“Miss me, bitch?”The voice slid from the darkness like a blade against glass, sharp and cold. My heart stuttered before the shadow stepped forward, revealing Clara.For a heartbeat I almost didn’t recognize her. The Clara I once knew carried a glow—a dangerous, surgically perfected beauty that always felt like a challenge. But this Clara looked different. Thinner. Precise. Her once radiant skin now held a damp, gray cast. Her eyes, once bright with mischief, looked older, haunted. The sleek hair that had always been her crown was now cut short, jagged around her face as if life had stripped her of vanity. Suffering clung to her like smoke.“Mum… who is she?” Ava’s small voice tugged me out of the frozen moment.Clara tilted her head, eyes sliding to my daughter. A slow, poisonous smile crept across her lips. “Aww, the little one,” she cooed, bending to Ava’s level. “She looks just like the man, doesn’t she? The man you stole from me.”“Don’t touch her,” I snapped, yanking Ava behind

Seinna pov My hands trembled slightly as I stared at the screen. Clara’s name glared back at me like a ghost that refused to stay buried. For a moment, the world outside the villa—the sound of waves, the laughter of the kids—faded into silence.Nic’s voice broke it. “What is it?”I didn’t answer at first. I could still feel his kiss on my lips, but now my heart raced for an entirely different reason. Slowly, I turned the phone toward him. His eyes flicked over the message, his jaw tightening. The shift in his expression was subtle, but it was there—the flash of irritation, the cold calm that always followed when he felt threatened.“Clara,” he muttered, almost to himself. Then, looking up at me, his tone softened, even though his eyes stayed sharp. “She won’t touch you, Sienna. I’ll make sure of it.”I swallowed hard. “Nic, you don’t know her like I do. She doesn’t stop until she gets what she wants. What if—”He cut me off, stepping closer, his hand wrapping around mine with quiet

The next evening, the house smelled of baked cookies and fresh flowers. Ava had insisted on helping me decorate, scattering petals on the dining table while Chris kept running to the window to check if “Aunt Ann’s car” was there yet.When the doorbell finally rang, the kids bolted before I could stop them.“Ann!” Ava squealed, flinging herself into her aunt’s arms the moment the door opened.Tara—Ann to everyone but me—laughed as she bent down to scoop her up. “Oh, my favorite girl! You’ve grown so much. What are they feeding you, sunshine?”Chris hugged her next, grinning wide. “Mom said you were coming, but I thought you’d miss the plane like last time.”“Not this time, kiddo,” she said, ruffling his hair. “I made sure of it.”I stood in the doorway, smiling before she even looked up. And when she did, her eyes softened in that way that always made me feel like home wasn’t a place—it was her.“Sienna,” she said quietly.I didn’t realize how much I needed her until I was in her arms.