All Chapters of Owned by my husband’s boss: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

A golden ray of sunset poked through the window, stinging Anna’s eyes. She blinked them open, a sleepy, satisfied smile tugging at her lips. Feeling a weight against her side, she felt for the hand wrapped around her waist.The smile died.The hand wasn't the heavy, familiar grip she expected. It was small—tiny, even. Anna flinched, her heart hammering against her ribs. She turned slowly, finding only a mound of blankets. With a trembling breath, she peeled back the duvet. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head.“Surprise!” baby Lyla squealed, her grin revealing a few missing teeth.Anna scrambled backward, Tangled in the sheets, she tumbled off the bed and hit the floor with a thud. Lyla’s excitement vanished, replaced by a pout. “Did I scare you?” she asked, her voice dropping to a worried whisper.Anna scrambled up, tugging at her clothes to make sure she was decent. “I… I… how did you get in here?” she stuttered.Lyla pointed a chubby finger. “Through that door.”“Where is Anthony

“Officer, there has to be a mistake. Anthony would never kidnap my mother,” Anna said, stepping toward him until they were nearly chest-to-chest.The officer didn’t flinch. He held up a crisp sheet of paper, the official seal catchings the light. “We have a warrant, ma’am.”“Who filed this?” Anna’s voice sharpened, her hands balling into fists at her sides.“Miss Jones,” he replied.Anna’s jaw dropped. She felt the air leave her lungs. Why would her mother go this far? She turned to Anthony, expecting to see fear, but he stood perfectly still, his face a mask of calm.“Anthony, my mother… I—”“It’s okay, Anna.” He reached out, his lips curving into a gentle smile. “Everything will be alright. I’ll go with them now.”The calmness in his voice only made the tears sting her eyes more. They blurred her vision as she shook her head. “I’m so sorry. Because of me, she did this. I just—”“No, Anna, please don’t cry.” He stepped closer, his voice a soothing murmur. “Go to work, okay? I’ll be f

“Let go of me,” she whispered, yanking her hands free from his grip. A low whimper escaped his throat.“I’m done, Anthony.” Her voice came out harsh and final.He stumbled back a step, heart slamming against his ribs. Anna couldn’t leave him. She just couldn’t.“Goodbye,” she added, turning away quickly and biting her lip hard to hold back the tears.Before she could take another step, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist from behind. She felt his hands trembling against her.“You can’t leave me, Anna,” he said, his voice cracking.Her lips trembled. Hot tears slipped down her cheeks.“We’ve been through so much together,” he continued, his shoulder jerking with uneven breaths. “You… you can’t just turn it off.”“Please let me go,” she begged, still fighting the tears.He released her waist, but only to spin her around. Their eyes met, both brimming with unshed tears. His palm cupped her cheek, thumb brushing her skin as he drew her closer. He leaned in and pressed his lips to he

“She’s really bent on separating us,” he said, fighting to keep his voice calm. “And I was stupid for believing her,” Anna replied quickly. “I won’t let her get to me again.” Before Anthony could say anything else, Anna’s phone buzzed beside her. She picked it up. It was a message from Jake — her mother was awake. “What is it?” Anthony asked. “My mom is awake,” she answered quietly. “You should go be with her,” he said softly. She looked a little confused, so he added, “She’s your mother. She wants her daughter beside her.” “I guess you’re right,” Anna said. She stood up slowly. “I’ll be back.” “Of course you will,” he replied, his voice warm again. “Here is home.” She gave him one last small smile before turning and walking away. The moment the door closed behind her, the smile dropped from Anthony’s face. His eyes grew cold. He reached for his phone, fingers tight around it. “It’s really time I send you to hell, Elena,” he muttered, anger thick in every word.

“Wait! Where the hell are you taking me?” Elena’s voice cracked into a jagged scream as the two men hauled her down the hallway. Her heels skidded against the cold floor, leaving white scuff marks. “This isn't a station! Someone help!”The officers didn’t blink. Their grip only tightened, bruising the soft skin of her arms, until they reached a dimly lit room. They shoved her into a wooden chair, the impact rattling her teeth. Before she could catch her breath, thick rope bit into her wrists, pinning her down.The cold realization sank into her gut like lead: these weren’t real cops, and Anthony hadn't called the law—he had called his own shadows.The door creaked. Anthony stepped into the light. Elena’s heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic bird in a cage. That smirk—the one she used to find charming—now felt like a blade pressing against her throat. She knew exactly what he was capable of.“Why are you doing this?” she whispered, her voice trembling so hard the words barely hel