All Chapters of Falling For My Boss: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Colt barely had time to breathe before the chaos hit him. The moment his car turned into the driveway of his office building, he saw them.Vultures. That was the only word he had for them.The sidewalk was crawling with paparazzi. They were packed tight against the barricades, their long camera lenses pointed toward the entrance like black gun barrels. The second they recognized his car, the mob shifted. They didn't just move; they surged forward like predators scenting blood."Shit," Colt hissed. His heart hammered against his ribs.The car hadn't even come to a full stop before the first wave hit. Flashbulbs exploded against the glass, blinding him with bursts of white light. He heard the muffled thuds of bodies slamming into the car doors.His security team moved fast, opening the doors and forming a shield around him."Mr. Moore, is she really pregnant?" "Is it true you're dumping Madison for the secretary?" "How does it feel to ruin your family’s legacy, Mr. Moore?"The noise w

Madison didn’t slow her pace as she walked out of Colt’s office building. She moved through the revolving door, and a wall of noise hit her. It was like stepping into a riot; shouts, cameras clicking, voices calling her name from every direction. Paparazzi packed the pavement like vultures at the barricade, leaning over one another with hungry, desperate eyes.“Madison! Is the wedding off?” “Did you know about the secretary?” “Give us a comment on the Baker-Moore merger!”Madison didn't flinch. She stopped at the top of the stairs as the wind whipped her red coat around her legs. She reached into her Hermès bag, pulled out a pair of oversized black sunglasses, and slid them onto her nose.She flicked her wrist, a tiny, dismissive gesture.Instantly, four massive security guards in black suits lunged forward. They used their shoulders and elbows to carve a path through the screaming crowd. One guard yanked open the door of a waiting black SUV, his body serving as a shield against the s

Colt didn’t leave the office until night had fully settled.Meetings had bled into one another until his brain felt fried. The legal team had barked about contracts. The PR team had whined about "image control." The board members had spoken in sharp voices, their eyes sharp with blame and fear. Every room smelled of tension and expensive cologne. Every question circled back to the same thing.Lauren. The pregnancy. The headlines.By the time he pulled his car into the garage, his shoulders felt as if they had been carved from granite. He loosened his tie as he climbed the stairs and massaged his jaw. It ached from his teeth being clenched for twelve hours straight.It was 9:30 p.m.He paused outside his bedroom door. He hoped Lauren was asleep. Sleep meant she hadn’t seen everything yet.He pushed his door open.It was empty. The bed was perfectly made and untouched. There was no sound of soft breathing, no familiar scent of her vanilla lotion in the air.His chest tightened. The empt

Mia walked into the office at 7:55 a.m., but she already felt like she’d worked a double shift.The lights above her were too bright, stabbing at her eyes. Her head throbbed. She hadn’t slept a wink. Every time she closed her eyes, she heard Lauren’s voice on the phone, small and terrified. She had spent the night staring at her ceiling, wondering how the world could be so cruel to her best friend.She reached her cubicle, slung her leather bag onto the chair, and collapsed into it."Ugh."Mia leaned forward, burying her face in her hands. She pressed her forehead against the cold surface of her desk, hoping the chill would numb the pain in her head."Why do bad things happen to the best people?" she whispered to herself.Her chest felt tight. Lauren was pregnant, being dragged online, hated by people who had never met her. And here she was, stuck in an office, pretending to care about contracts and filing dates while her heart broke.She inhaled slowly, dragged her laptop toward her,

“What the hell are you talking about?” Colt asked, his voice sharp, confusion cutting through him.The man didn’t flinch. He stood his ground, his jaw shifting as he ground his teeth together. His eyes weren't just cold anymore; they burned with raw hatred. “I’m talking about Lauren,” he hissed. “The woman you stole from me."Colt’s eyebrows pulled together. He felt a sickening crawl of suspicion move up his spine, settling at the base of his skull. He took a slow step forward, his expensive leather shoes clicking on the polished floor. “I don’t understand,” he said, the words coming out slow and dangerous. “How do you know her?"Logan’s chest rose as he drew in a deep, shaky breath. He adjusted the lapel of his suit jacket, a movement far too calm for the fire in his eyes. “I’m Logan,” he said. "Lauren’s fiancé.”The words hit like a punch.Colt shut his eyes tight. He dragged his hands down his face, his palms rough against his skin, trying to ground himself before he did something