All Chapters of He Cheated so I Did too With My Obsessive Boss : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

I stepped closer to him, my heart pounding as I reached out and pressed my palm against his bare chest. He inhaled sharply, throwing his head back as a deep, ragged breath escaped him. Emboldened, I sank down, trailing soft, hungry kisses across his skin. My tongue explored every inch of his torso, savoring the salty taste of him until I found his nipples. I latched onto one, sucking and licking with wet, eager strokes.His hand suddenly gripped the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed me harder against his chest. “Ahhhh… fuck,” he groaned, his voice thick with lust.Then he yanked me back by my hair, forcing me to look up at him. His eyes were dark, burning with desire.“So… what do you say?” he asked, his voice low and commanding.I met his gaze, my hand already sliding down to wrap around his thick, hardening cock. I stroked him slowly at first, feeling him throb in my palm. “What do you think?” I whispered, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement

After graduation, I returned home to Beverly hills only to discover that my father was seriously ill and admitted to the hospital. My heart shattered because he was the only parent I had left. I stayed by his side day and night, taking care of him and praying he would get better.One day, Mike called me. He said he had gone to my dorm to surprise me, but I wasn’t there. I told him everything I was going through, how I had returned home to take care of my dad. He said he understood and promised to keep calling to check up on me. I had asked him to come be with me during these hard times but he would say he was very busy. But he had sent some money to support my father's treatment. One faithful day he had called me to travel with him to Italy but I refused because father’s condition was getting worse with each passing day, and I refused to abandon him when he needed me the most.One evening, while trying to explain everything to Mike again, he suddenly hung up on me. After that day, I

The door burst open. A tall doctor in a white coat hurried in, different from the one I’d spoken to the day before. He moved with calm authority, but his eyes held deep concern.“Hello, Miss Amanda. Can you see me clearly?” He leaned in, checking my pupils with a small flashlight.“Yes… I’m fine. What am I doing here?”“Please lie back for me. I need to examine you.”I hesitated, then slowly reclined against the pillows. He checked my eyes again, listened to my heartbeat, took my blood pressure, and ran through a series of quick neurological tests. His movements were precise and practiced. Finally, he pulled up a chair and sat close to the bed.“What do you remember?” he asked gently.I frowned. “I don’t understand…”“ Miss Amanda you have to help me so I can help you.” “Well, I was at my father's funeral yesterday when I found out my friend Tracy is dead and then… I think I fell and I blacked out.”The doctor nodded slowly, his expression heavy. “Miss Amanda… what you remember happ

I began digging relentlessly for evidence that could bring Mike Murphy to his knees and shatter the perfect life he had so carefully built. What started as a personal vendetta quickly unraveled into something much darker. I wasn’t the first woman. He had done this before. He seduced women with charm and empty promises, slept with them, and after they fell in love with him he then discarded them like they meant nothing. After years of quiet, painstaking work, I finally obtained the videos: raw, undeniable proof of his manipulations, his affairs, and the trail of broken lives he left behind.A few years laterI struck without warning.I sent the videos to his wife—at her workplace, where colleagues could see the shock on her face. I forwarded copies to his business partners, major investors, and close associates. The scandal spread like wildfire. Within weeks, the news was everywhere. Headlines screamed about the respected entrepreneur exposed as a serial predator with no shame. Invest

His gaze found mine, and for the first time that night, the dangerous fire in his eyes softened. The hard lines of his face relaxed, revealing something raw and vulnerable beneath the rage.“I want you,” he said, voice thick with need.He crashed his lips against mine before I could respond. The kiss was hungry, demanding, filled with seventeen years of pent-up frustration. I struggled instantly, shoving at his broad chest.“Mike—stop! What are you doing?!” I gasped between kisses.He didn’t listen. He came at me again. I pushed him harder this time and slapped him across the face, the sharp sound cracking through the room.I froze, my hand still hovering near my mouth in shock.Mike stared at me, his cheek reddening from the slap. For a split second, raw pain flashed in his eyes, and they slowly glistened with unshed tears. The sight shook me more than his anger ever could.Then he stepped forward again, gently taking my hand away from my mouth. His thumb brushed my lower lip.“I sai