All Chapters of Tempted by my Godlike boss: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

FLORIAN’S POVThe bang echoed again, sharp and violent against the glass, jolting both of us fully upright, the warmth from moments earlier vanishing instantly, replaced by cold, immediate fear.“What was that?” Roseline whispered, her voice trembling as she clutched the blanket tightly against her chest.“Stay here,” I said quickly, already pulling on a pair of sweatpants, my heart pounding as I moved cautiously toward the window.“Florian, don’t,” she said, fear clear in her voice.“I need to see what it is,” I said firmly, though my own pulse raced uncomfortably as I approached the curtain.I grabbed the edge carefully, pulling it back slowly, my eyes scanning the darkness outside. At first, I saw nothing unusual, just the quiet night settling over our property. Then my gaze dropped slightly, and my stomach turned violently at what I saw.A dead bird hung nailed directly to the outside window frame, its wings spread unnaturally wide, dark blood smeared thickly beneath it, staining

ROSELINE’S POVFlorian had barely slept in days. I watched him from the kitchen doorway, hunched over his laptop at the dining table, papers scattered everywhere around him, his eyes red-rimmed and heavy with exhaustion. Between the board meeting, the case against Adrian, Fredrick still missing, and my father fading more each day, I could see him slowly breaking apart at the seams, though he refused to admit it out loud.“You need to rest,” I said gently, walking over to stand beside him.“I can’t,” he muttered, not even looking up from the screen, his fingers moving quickly across the keyboard. “The board meeting is in two days, Roseline. I need to have everything prepared, every answer ready, or they’ll vote me out completely.”“Florian,” I said softly, placing my hand gently on his shoulder. “You’ve been at this for hours. You barely slept last night either. You’re going to burn yourself out.”“I don’t have a choice,” he snapped, shrugging my hand off sharply, his voice sharper tha

FLORIAN’S POVI stared at Roseline for a long moment, her eyes fierce and unwavering despite the fear still trembling beneath the surface. Everything in me screamed to keep her far away from the danger waiting for us, yet another part of me, the part that had watched her break down in hospital hallways and hide fear behind forced smiles too many times already, understood exactly what she meant.“I’m done being left behind,” she said again, quieter this time, though no less firm. “I’m done sitting at home, waiting for a phone call that tells me whether you’re alive or not. If something happens tonight, I want to be there. Not stuck somewhere else, imagining the worst.”I reached up slowly, cupping her face gently in my hands, my thumb brushing softly against her cheek. “You scare me more than Adrian does sometimes,” I admitted quietly.“Good,” she said, a small, fierce smile tugging at her lips despite everything. “Then you know exactly how I feel every single time you walk out that do

ROSELINE’S POVI stared down at the photograph again, my hands trembling badly, my mind refusing to fully accept what my eyes were clearly showing me.“My mother died when I was small,” I whispered, more to myself than to Florian, though he stood close beside me, his own expression tight with confusion. “I barely remember her, Florian. Just small pieces, her laugh, the smell of her perfume. How can this be her? How can she possibly be standing there with Adrian, looking so happy, so young?”“I don’t know,” Florian said quietly, though his eyes stayed fixed on the photograph, something unreadable flickering behind his gaze. “But Roseline, the resemblance, it’s impossible to ignore.”“I know,” I whispered, my voice breaking slightly. “I know it’s her. I’d recognize that smile anywhere, even after all these years.”I turned the photograph over slowly, searching for any writing, any clue that might explain what I was looking at, though the back remained frustratingly blank, offering no an

FLORIAN’S POVA soft hum echoed suddenly through the darkness, and a moment later, dim emergency lights flickered weakly to life along the hallway walls, casting everything in a pale, eerie glow.Adrian stepped calmly into view from the shadows, his hands tucked casually into his pockets, an easy, unbothered smile resting on his face like none of this troubled him in the slightest.“Forgive the theatrics,” he said smoothly, his voice carrying that same calm, unsettling tone I remembered from the record store all those months ago. “I find darkness has a way of reminding people exactly how little control they actually have. Every light in this house, every lock, every camera, all of it answers to me, and me alone.”“You cut the power,” Gabriel said, his weapon still raised steadily, though his eyes flicked warily toward the shadows still lingering at the edges of the room.“Of course I did,” Adrian said simply, spreading his hands slightly, as if the answer should have been obvious. “I