Todos los capítulos de The Boss's Game : Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

POV: Vivian | Timeline: Thursday-FridayThursday through Friday. The paranoia settled in like a slow poison.The revelation that someone close to us was feeding information to Park changed everything. Every interaction became suspect. Every conversation felt monitored. Every familiar face suddenly held the potential for betrayal.I found myself looking at my former colleagues differently. The woman who handled Alexander's scheduling—had she lingered too long over certain calendar entries? The security team who controlled building access—had they noted our comings and goings with more than professional interest? The IT staff who maintained the servers—had they been copying files, forwarding emails, building dossiers?Alexander was worse. I watched him scrutinize his CFO during a budget meeting, parsing every word for hidden meaning. He dismissed his COO from a strategy session with a transparent excuse, then checked the room for listening devices afterward.

POV: Vivian | Timeline: Following weekThe following week, Alexander changed.Small things at first. He learned his new assistant's name—Michael—and asked about his family situation during their first meeting. He acknowledged the security team members by name when they greeted him in the mornings. He started saying "thank you" at the end of meetings instead of just dismissing people with nods.The demanding precision remained. The high standards, the relentless drive, the expectation of excellence—none of that disappeared. But something human had started to soften the edges. Something that recognized the people around him as actual people, not just functions.I watched with quiet pride as he transformed."You're different," I observed one evening. We were in his study, both working late, but the atmosphere was lighter than it had been in weeks."Am I?" He didn't look up from his laptop, but I heard something careful in his voice. Self-conscious.

POV: Vivian | Timeline: SaturdaySaturday morning. I brought my unconventional proposal to Alexander."You want to do WHAT?"We were in his study, coffee growing cold on the desk between us. His expression cycled through disbelief, anger, and something that might have been reluctant curiosity."Help Marcus in exchange for his help against Park and Hartley." I kept my voice calm, reasonable. "He has information about Park's network that we don't have—communications, contacts, the full scope of what they're planning. And in exchange, we give him a fresh start. Relocation funds. A neutral job reference. Complete separation from this entire situation.""He tried to destroy us. He sold our private moments to anyone who would pay. He's the reason we've spent months fighting fires instead of building our future.""Yes. He did all of that." I met Alexander's furious gaze steadily. "And he's also broken, alone, and abandoned by the people he thought were all

POV: Vivian | Timeline: Tuesday morningTuesday morning. The photos were still there.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw them. My body, exposed. My pleasure, documented. My submission, turned into spectacle.I couldn't stop looking. Some terrible compulsion kept drawing me back to the sites where the images had been posted—reading the comments that ranged from cruel to grotesque to occasionally sympathetic. People analyzing my body. Speculating about my relationship. Debating whether I was a victim or a slut."You need to stop," Alexander said, gently taking my phone away. "You're torturing yourself.""I can't make myself stop seeing it.""I know. But reading what strangers think won't help."The legal team was already working on takedowns. Copyright claims, revenge porn legislation, threats of civil action against any platform that didn't comply. The images would eventually disappear from most mainstream sites.But they'd never fully disapp

POV: Vivian | Timeline: That nightThat night, I became something new.We moved to the bedroom—his bedroom, not the playroom. This wasn't about equipment or implements. This was about power and who held it."Strip," I said.My voice didn't have his natural authority. It wavered slightly, uncertain. But the command was clear.He obeyed. Slowly, deliberately, making a show of each button and zipper. Giving me the performance I'd given him a hundred times.When he stood naked before me, I took my time looking. Really looking. Taking in every detail of his body the way he'd examined mine countless times.The power was intoxicating. And terrifying."Kneel," I said.He sank to his knees. Eyes down. Hands on his thighs. The perfect submissive posture.I circled him slowly. Let my fingers trail across his shoulders, down his spine, through his hair. He shivered under my touch."Is this what it feels like?" he asked quietly."Tell me.