All Chapters of RUINED BY MY BOSS AND HIS STEPSON : Chapter 61 - Chapter 67

Author's POV. The doorbell rang, and Jenny rushed to answer the door.Her heart dropped when she saw the visitor.Marcel.“Antoine isn't home,” she said quickly.He stepped inside, waiting for her to close the door behind him. But she didn't. Instead, she stared at him as though she'd forgotten how to function.“Yeah, Antoine asked me to get something from his room,” he explained.She nodded and closed the door. “Oh,” she muttered. “Do you need me to show you his room?”Marcel laughed. “It's fine. I think I'll manage.”She nodded and walked past him cautiously, as though he might turn into a monster if she wasn't careful enough.“Hey,” he called.She stopped dead in her tracks, then slowly turned to face him.“I didn't catch your name the last time,” he said.“What happened to sissy?” She frowned. “I thought that was the name you used for shameless women like me.”“And I wasn't wrong,” he doubled down.Jenny's jaw dropped in shock.“What?” she whispered.“I don't regret what I said,”

Luc’s POV“Why do you look like you lost something you shouldn't have?” Antoine mocked as he entered the kitchen.I gulped down the glass of milk and turned to him with a cold glare.The audacity to come and mock me when he was the one who had put me in this condition.I inhaled deeply and picked up the stick. “How's my project?”“Still haven't met the bastard, and he's ticking me off,” Antoine hissed, tucking his hands into his pockets and pushing his hips forward.“Remember, you can't screw this up,” I warned. “Closing this deal is the only way I'm going to trust you not to ruin everything.”Antoine didn't say anything. Instead, he just stared at me.My eyes narrowed into slits. “Why are you staring at me like you want to kill me?”“You met up with Oliver,” he said.“Well, the meeting wasn't exactly a secret,” I replied. “So, yeah, I did meet with Oliver.”“What happened there?”“Apart from him being a jerk,” I laughed, “nothing you should concern yourself with. At least, not yet.”

ANTOINE'S POV.I almost crashed my car into the gate, but then I remembered that the asshole had a gate thicker than his ego, and I hated the hospital.So, I parked the car and stepped out.Immediately, the gate opened, but I didn't bother entering the compound. Instead, I went to the truck and pulled out a baseball bat.The tip of the bat was covered with the dried blood of its previous victim, and soon, it was going to be smeared with Oliver's blood, or whoever had stomped on Luc.I had no idea why I was doing this. Maybe I was just looking for an excuse to hit Oliver after finding out that he had killed my mother and was holding my sister captive.Luc said Amaya wasn't involved in this, so according to him, she was off-limits. But he never said I couldn't bash Oliver on my own accord.And this was an opening.The door opened as soon as I stepped onto the first step.Diego stepped out, staring at me like I was something beneath him. He had no fear in his eyes, and it felt like an in

Luc's POV. “You didn't have to come,” Amaya whispered as we walked into the VIP section.I glanced over my shoulder.Elara was behind us, walking slowly as she admired the pieces we passed.That measly girl.She had the nerve to threaten me, and I was stupid enough to back down.Elara might have closed the deal with Darla, but as long as Darla wasn't in my father's hands, there was no deal.And I didn't have the patience of a tortoise. I wanted to enter my father's territory and find everything I needed to.Elara's gaze met mine, and she smiled.That little, innocent smile burned through my resentment toward her.“Right this way,” the manager said, drawing a curtain aside for us.We walked to the seats and sat down.“It's so nice to see you again,” the manager said with a wide smile. Too wide, in fact, making my skin crawl.“You know my style, Amaya said. “Please, pick out the best dresses.”The manager nodded. “Yes, ma'am.”“And while you're at it, please pick out some dresses for h