All Chapters of Billionaire Boss? Nah, Just A Possessive Husband!: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

It was raining.Inside my flat.‘Damn it,’ I muttered.A widening stain spread across the ceiling like a growing bruise, and within seconds, a steady drip-drip-drip started hitting the marble floor.The place was supposed to be luxury, not a leaking shoebox, but apparently, someone upstairs had other plans.I snatched my laptop and work files off the coffee table and shoved them onto a dry, high-backed chair, then called the building manager.Five minutes later, the lift chimed, delivering Mr Noel Pritchett, the ever-efficient manager whose skin tone was the exact shade of expensive, over-tanned leather. His suit was, as usual, two sizes too small, as though he was competing with the seams for dominance.‘Evening, Ms Galloway,’ he said briskly, glancing up at the spreading stain. ‘I see we’ve got a leak from above. I’ll check it out.’I stood there, umbrella open over my head, watching the ceiling weep.Fifteen minutes later, he was back, damp and irritated. ‘Someone upstairs threw a p

I tossed back the rest of my whisky.It was good stuff, aged thirty years and costing more than most people make in a week.I couldn’t taste a damn thing.The bar was all polished brass and low lighting, packed with people pretending their lives weren’t a mess. Right now, I was the king of them.Armond Abrams’s face was burned onto the back of my eyelids, that smug, thuggish bastard.‘Play nice with Vanessa. Or else.’He’d dropped the polite businessman act the second the meeting-room door closed. Just the two of us. He’d leaned across the table, his voice a low growl. ‘My sister is on suicide watch because of you. My mother is heartbroken. You seduced Vanessa, used her for your sick little game, and now you think you can just toss her aside?’Play nice?I’d laughed in his face. ‘Hell no. I’m not her fucking therapist. She’s unhinged.’‘She talked me out of coming after you before,’ he’d snarled. ‘Threatened to hurt herself if I touched you. But now? Now I’m not holding back. That litt

Shortly, the night shift building manager and two security guards appeared.Lochlan pointed at Cary, who was still glued to me. ‘This man doesn’t live here. Remove him.’The property manager, a portly, gentle-looking man, looked hesitant. ‘One moment, Mr Hastings, let me just check.’ He consulted his tablet. His expression turned awkward. ‘I’m sorry, sir. But Mr Grant is the owner of the flat on the twentieth floor.’What.Cary had bought a flat on the twentieth floor?My headache wasn’t just big now, it was preparing to detonate.Was he planning to haunt me for the rest of my life?The woman added, unhelpfully, ‘He’s drunk. I was seeing him home. He gave me this address.’Lochlan fell silent for a moment. Then he said to the manager, ‘Then please assist him to the twentieth floor.’I nodded vigorously. Yes, just get him out of my sight.The manager immediately directed the two guards to take hold of Cary.Cary remained rooted to the spot. He held onto me tightly, his tall frame a dead

I told them about the divorce, sticking to the clean, publicly palatable reason, that Cary had had an affair.I omitted the minor detail that our entire marriage had been a contractual transaction from day one.I hastened to add the good news, hoping to soften the blow. ‘But I’ve got a new job with a big company, Velos Capital. And I’ve just been promoted. I’m the Chief Administrative Officer now, a proper C-level executive.’ I said it with a pride I hoped was convincing. ‘Very few people, let alone women, make it to that rank at my age.’Dad grabbed Mum’s hand and patted it soothingly. They both took the news surprisingly well, which, now I thought about it, shouldn’t have been a surprise at all. They’d probably seen it in the news and had already done their worrying in private.Mum came over and gave me another, longer hug, and Dad joined in, a warm, solid presence. When we pulled apart, my mother had tears in her eyes, but all she said was, ‘You’re right to leave a cheater. Once a c

When the intercom buzzed, I was halfway through a punishing session on the treadmill.I poked the screen, and Roy’s familiar, smiling face filled the display.I granted him lift access and was waiting by the doors when they slid open on the penthouse floor. He stood there, his arms laden with bulging shopping bags, looking like a particularly cheerful pack mule.‘I’ve brought you supplies,’ he announced, his voice booming in the quiet hallway.‘Um, thanks,’ I said, taking some of the bags from him. The weight was surprising. ‘But why?’‘Boss’s orders.’ He breezed past me into the flat, making a beeline for the kitchen with the confident stride of a man who knew exactly where he was going.The familiarity of his movements was telling. He was here often, which meant Lochlan had stayed here often, which strongly implied my boss had been economical with the truth when he’d claimed he barely used the place.‘That’s very nice of the boss, really,’ I said, leaning against the kitchen island a