Lahat ng Kabanata ng In Bed With The Billionaire Boss: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

ATHENA POV My knuckles turned white against the fabric of Lucien’s shirt. His chest was unyielding, completely still as he held his breath, waiting. Vance. The name echoed in the narrow concrete stairwell, bouncing off the walls until it sounded like a ghost mimicking the man who had ruined my life. But this wasn't Marcus. The voice downstairs was older, heavier, and completely stripped of Marcus's usual nervous bravado. It was Marcus’s father. "The attorney general?" the voice called out from the shadows below. A low, dry chuckle followed. "You're a brilliant businessman, Lucien. But you're a terrible liar. You wouldn't risk the Laurent stock crashing by morning just to protect a girl you met last week." Lucien didn't blink. The gun in his hand remained perfectly level, pointed directly at the corner where the shadow lingered. "Try me, Arthur. Call your contact at the federal board. See if they're still answering your encrypted line." Silence dropped over the stairwell like a

ATHENA POV The heavy bond paper sat on the glass table, the black ink of the heading staring back at me. Irrevocable Assignment of Rights and Legal Claims. Marcus looked at the document, his eyes wide and completely hollow. He shook his head slowly, his gaze drifting from the paper up to Lucien, then finally landing on me. "Athena, you can't do this. If you execute that document, it gives you the power to freeze every asset tied to NexusTech. It ruins me permanently." I didn't answer right away. I let the silence stretch, watching the way his fingers twitched against his thighs. Five days ago, I would have cried hearing him say those words. I would have wondered how the man who once promised to build a life with me could look so pathetic. Now, looking at his messy hair and his wrinkled shirt, I felt nothing but a cold, heavy detachment. I reached out, my fingers brushing the edge of the document. The texture of the paper was thick and expensive. "You gave away that right the momen

LUCIEN POV Marcus’s name blinked against the black plastic of the console. The green answer icon pulsed, illuminating the interior of the moving vehicle with a rhythmic, sickly glow. Beside me, Athena’s eyes stayed fixed on the screen. She didn't say a word, but her fingers dug into the leather of her seat, her knuckles turning a bloodless white. I didn't like the fear in her eyes, but underneath it, there was a stubborn resilience that kept her from breaking. She was holding on. I reached down and swiped the screen, switching the call to the vehicle’s integrated Bluetooth system. The audio didn't start with Marcus’s voice. It started with the sound of a heavy, ragged breath, followed by a sharp, metallic rattle—like a set of keys hitting a hard surface. "Lucien," Marcus choked out. He sounded completely unhinged, the thin veneer of his high-society confidence entirely stripped away. "Tell me you haven't processed the paperwork. Tell me you still have the forensic drive in your p

ATHENA POVThe rain didn't stop, but I barely felt the cold water soaking through my clothes. My eyes were fixed on the map coordinates on Lucien’s screen. The red pulsing dot sat squarely over the glass silhouette of Laurent Holdings Headquarters—the exact building where I had spent the last three days mapping out my revenge."Your board," I said, my voice cutting through the steady patter of the rain. "You told me you didn't have any leaks, Lucien."Lucien didn't answer immediately. He tucked the phone back into his coat pocket and turned back toward the dead SUV. His movements were calculated, completely devoid of the hesitation that was currently twisting my stomach into knots. He looked at his driver, who was standing by the damaged front fender, checking the scrape along the concrete barrier."Thomas," Lucien called out, his voice sharp and authoritative. "Leave the vehicle. Call the secondary team to tow it directly to the private warehouse. No police reports, no insurance logs

ATHENA POVChloe’s voice through the thick wood was way too calm. It was the same smooth, polished tone she used during her press conferences, completely stripped of any emotion. Hearing it now, right after surviving a simulated car crash and finding out her name was on the liquidation files of my father’s company, made my skin crawl.I looked at the mahogany door, then down at my hands. They were still damp from the rain outside, my fingers hovering over the glass screen of my tablet. Everything in my head was screaming at me to run, but there was nowhere to go. Fifty floors up, amber emergency lights pulsing against the walls, and the daughter of the man who ruined my family was standing right outside.Marcus was practically hyperventilating next to the bookshelf. He had his back pressed against the wood, his eyes wide as he stared at the door handle. He looked like a kid waiting to get caught."Lucien," Chloe called out again, followed by the faint click of her heels shifting on t