All Chapters of Owned by my husband’s boss: Chapter 91 - Chapter 98

Anthony let out a ragged breath, pulling her tightly against his chest for a suffocating hug. Anna wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him back, but her heart refused to calm down. The heavy, possessive weight of his words left her feeling completely unsettled.Five days passed in a tense, quiet blur."Ma'am Anna, this package just came in. It's addressed to the matriarch of the house," the housekeeper said, holding out a neatly wrapped box.Anna forced a small smile and took it from her. "Thank you. I'll take care of it."Left alone in the hallway, Anna stared down at the delivery, her mind filled with hesitation. It had been over five days since Anthony's mother had bluntly told her she wasn't wanted. Since that afternoon, Anna had gone out of her way to avoid crossing paths with her, staying confined to Anthony's wing of the estate.Maybe this can bridge the gap, Anna thought, trying to find some courage.Deciding to deliver it personally, she walked up the grand staircase

"You heard me perfectly clearly, Anthony," his father said, his voice deadly calm as he stepped into the light. "Stella is not Anna’s mother.""Stop talking bullshit!" Anthony roared, his fingers clenching into tight, dangerous fists at his sides. "You don’t know what the hell you're talking about. She is Anna’s mom!"A harsh, jagged laugh tore from his father’s chest. The old man shook his head, thoroughly amused by his son's explosive denial. "You can blindly believe whatever you want to believe, Anthony, but she isn't. And I didn't kill her." Annoyance suddenly laced his voice as his posture stiffened. "And besides... how exactly did your mother react when she first laid eyes on Anna? She was completely paralyzed with shock, wasn't she?"Anthony’s eyes stretched wide, the breath hitching in his throat. "What... what the hell do you mean by that?""Nothing," his father whispered, a twisted, mocking grin stretching across his face. "Just that the girl vividly reminds your mother of h

"Anna, I..." Anthony reached out, his hand hovering in the tense space between them."Why, Anthony?" Anna interrupted, her voice cracking as the first tears spilled over her lashes. She took a step back, shaking her head in sheer disbelief. "Why did you let my mother’s murderer walk right out of prison?""Anna, listen to me. Let me explain," Anthony pleaded, stepping forward to close the distance. "I don’t believe Naomi did it. The pieces don't fit."A bitter, hysterical scoff escaped Anna’s throat. "Really? You don’t think she did it? She had every single reason in the world to kill my mom!""Anna, you need to trust me on this," Anthony pressed, his expression entirely serious as he desperately tried to catch her gaze. "Naomi didn’t do it. If she were the one who pulled that trigger, I would have personally ensured she faced the ultimate punishment. You know I would.""Then who did it?" Anna demanded, wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand. "Who took her from me?"Anthony opened

Anna sat on the cold stone curb by the roadside, her fingers trembling as she scrolled through the contacts on her phone. Name after name flashed across the screen, but with each swipe, a heavy, crushing realization settled into her chest. There was no one. There was absolutely no one in her life she could actually call for help.Anthony had been her entire world. He had systematically become everything she had, and now she was entirely stranded. Why did I let myself become so dependent on him? she thought bitterly, burying her face in her hands. Who do I call now? Where do I even go?"This is so fucked up," she whispered to the empty street, a tear escaping her eye. "Why is this happening to me?" Just when she thought she had finally found a sliver of genuine happiness, it had been ripped away, leaving her with nothing but ghosts and lies.Then, a desperate thought crossed her mind. It felt reckless, even stupid, but she had no other choice. With a numb thumb, she pulled up Jake’s co