All Chapters of RUINED BY MY BOSS AND HIS STEPSON : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Luc's POVI had to beg the doctors to discharge me.The hospital room smelled like something straight out of a medieval torture chamber. The food wasn't anywhere near my taste, and I was losing money by the second just lying on that damn bed.Amaya insisted I stay for a while until they caught the person who shot me.Caught the person who shot me?They'd be lucky if they could even find his bones. I'm sure Antoine had already handled it. Otherwise, my father would have paraded around with that asshole's head.Speaking of my father, I couldn't return home without paying him a visit.He had a lot of explanations to give me.The door opened before I even got into the house. His right-hand man, Diego, stepped out, walking with controlled and composed manners, his head held high with pride as I walked in.He hadn't said a word, but my hands were already twitching.His presence alone was enough to stir up childhood memories I'd buried a long time ago.He never laid a hand on me, but boy, di

Elara's POV.After giving it much thought, I accepted it.I had no idea what I was thinking. Maybe it was the irresistible offer that held the promise of a career launch. Besides, what would I do back in America?The two men promised not to speak of that day again, and Luc promised that Antoine wouldn't come after me. I could trust him. After all, Antoine had called me a forgettable object that he had no interest in pursuing.That kind of hurt, actually.Amaya was thrilled when she heard the news. She apologised for being mean yesterday and even promised to be there for me in any way she could.So… yes, I wasn't crazy. The offer was too good to leave.After making sure my assistant could handle lunch, I left the mansion.No one was around except the guards and the maids. I don't think any of them would care if I wasn't the one cooking their food, and if they did… I really didn't care.I walked through the city of Paris with a magazine in my hands, going through different international

Luc's POV. I had to work for my father, that was my father's only request, and the annoying and irritating request of a grandson. And I had to say, my father had finally gotten to me. If I don't fulfill his wishes, that stupid video is going to go out to the public. Like my father said, he had nothing to lose, but I'd lose more than I had. I didn't want Elara around me, but now that my father knows about her existence, he started asking questions if she said anything about being pregnant. I knew my father already had his eyes on her, and I knew the destruction that follows if he comes in contact with her.So asking Elara to stay back wasn't because I cared about her reputation, it was because I wanted to keep her away from my father. I thought of hiding Elara in the darkest and farthest place on earth, but after the stupid thing that we did in the hotel, I don't trust my father around her. My father was already using the video as a tool to force me to do his bidding. I did not n

Elara's POVThe club was insanely loud.Music blasted from the speakers so hard that I could feel the bass vibrating through my chest. The lights flashed across the room—red, blue, purple—turning everyone's faces into quick, blurry shadows.People were everywhere.Bodies pressed against bodies as they danced without caring who was watching. Some swayed slowly with drinks in their hands, while others moved wildly to the beat, their hips rolling and their hands thrown above their heads. A few couples were practically glued to each other, disappearing into the crowd whenever the lights went dark.The air smelled like spilled alcohol, expensive perfume, sweat, and smoke.The floor was sticky beneath my shoes from all the drinks that had been spilled throughout the night.This place wasn't meant for me.Thank goodness Jenny was with me.I really wanted to go to the club. I hadn't had alcohol in a long time, and with everything going on, I really needed it.As soon as I told Jenny about the

Luc's POVAmaya was fast asleep when I came back home.I was relieved.My father had told her about the child thing, and she had been very persistent about it.Just seeing her asleep on my bed stirred something in me.Seeing her cuddled up on my bed made me gag.I took another step inside when I heard the unmistakable click of a gun being cocked behind me.“Bold of you,” I said as a slow smirk spread across my lips.“Not bold enough,” Antoine replied, standing up from the seat in the corner. “I was so close to killing your precious fiancée, but I didn't pull the trigger. I waited for you to come back.”I groaned when the tip of the gun pressed against the back of my head. “Unfortunately, the love I have for you is greater than the hate I have for her,” I sighed. “How did you get her under? Amaya doesn't sleep this early, and she's a light sleeper.”“You know your bitch better than you knew my mother?” he laughed. It wasn't a happy laugh. It was broken, with a hint of sadness. Almost