All Chapters of I Was Hired To Seduce My Boss : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Chapter 1: The Job That Could Kill Me

ZoeThe envelope landed on my kitchen table like a stone dropped into still water. I knew who sent it before I broke the seal. Evelyn Cole. The spider is inside a grey suit. The woman who finds desperate girls and weaves them into her web.My mother was asleep in the next room, her breathing a shallow tide. Westbrook Medical Centre had sent her home to die. Silence was the new torture. Only the bills remained, stacked on my nightstand like a tombstone I could not afford to engrave.Twelve million dollars. I had twelve dollars in my pocket and a job cleaning houses for a woman who paid me in coins. I opened the envelope. Inside was a photograph. Liam Cole. He sat in a glass office, and the city behind him spread like a dark ocean he commanded. His suit was the colour of midnight, his tie loosened. His face was carved from angles that caught light and threw it back as a shadow. He was not smiling. But his eyes – black holes that swallowed hope and gave back hunger – seemed to look strai

Last Updated : 2026-06-21

Chapter 2: The Weight of His Name

ZoeI walked out of his office on legs that did not belong to me. The door clicked shut, and I leaned against the cold wall, pressing my palm to my chest. My heart was a wild animal, throwing itself against the bars of my ribs. I could still taste him – whiskey, coffee, and something darker, like the air before a storm. His cologne clung to my skin. His fingers had left brands on my waist. Between my legs, I was still wet. Still aching. Still hungry. I squeezed my thighs together and hated myself for it. This was not supposed to happen. He was my target. My enemy. But my body wanted him to push me against this wall and finish what he started.The receptionist looked at me with raised eyebrows. I pushed off the wall and forced my legs to carry me toward the elevator. Each step was a battle. My dress was damp between my thighs, and I prayed no one could see. The elevator doors closed, and I leaned against the glass. The city dropped beneath me. I closed my eyes and saw his face. The sca

Last Updated : 2026-06-21

Chapter 3: I Know Who You Are

LiamThe door clicks shut behind her, and I do not move. I stand in the middle of my office, my hands pressed flat on the glass desk, staring at the wood grain as if it might tell me who I have become. My heart is a fist pounding against my ribs. My lips still burn from the taste of her – coffee, fear, and something sweeter underneath, like honey hiding in a poison jar.I should not have kissed her again. I should have kept my distance, kept this war clean, kept my hands off the knife Evelyn Cole aimed at my chest. But when Zoe looked up at me with those grey eyes – desperate and defiant, like a rabbit daring the wolf to bite – I forgot every rule I had made for myself.I walk to the window and press my forehead against the cold glass. The city sprawls beneath me, a wound of neon and shadow. Somewhere down there, she is walking home. Forty blocks. No umbrella. The rain has started, thin and silver, like needles stitching the sky to the ground. I imagine her dress clinging to her skin.

Last Updated : 2026-06-21

Chapter 4: The Weight of a Lie

ZoeI walk out of his office on legs that do not belong to me. The door clicks shut, and I lean against the cold wall, pressing my palm to my chest. My heart is a caged bird throwing itself against the bars. I can still taste him – whiskey, coffee, and something darker, like the air before a storm. Between my thighs, I am still wet. Still aching. Still hungry.I squeeze my legs together and bite my lip hard enough to taste copper. This is not supposed to happen. He is my target. The man I was hired to destroy. But my body wants him to push me against this wall and finish what he started. The receptionist looks at me with raised eyebrows. I push off the wall and force my legs to carry me toward the elevator. Each step is a battle. My dress is damp between my thighs, and I pray no one can see.The elevator doors close, and I lean against the glass. The city drops beneath me. I close my eyes and see his face. The scar through his eyebrow. The hunger behind his cold mask. My nipples tight

Last Updated : 2026-06-21

Chapter 5: The Mark and the Map

ZoeI wake to the smell of him. His arm is draped across my waist, his chest warm against my back, his breath slow on my neck. For a moment, I forget. Then, the memory crashes back. My mother. The photograph. The black mark crawled up her arm like a vine of poison. I sit up so fast that the blood rushes to my head. Liam stirs beside me. "Zoe?" "She sent me a picture. My mother. In a room I do not recognize. A black mark on her arm. Spreading."Liam is awake now, his eyes sharp. He pulls me against his chest. "We will find her. I have people tracing the photograph." I reach for my phone. The screen glows, and there she is – my mother, pale and small, tubes in her arms. The black mark curls from her wrist toward her elbow. Liam studies it. His thumb zooms in on the background. A painting. Mountains, a lake, a cabin. "This is not a hospital. This is a private residence." My heart stutters. "You recognize it?" He shakes his head. "But I know someone who might." He types a message. I watc

Last Updated : 2026-06-21

Chapter 5: The Mark and the Map

Zoe I wake to the smell of him. His arm is draped across my waist, his chest warm against my back, his breath slow and even on my neck. For a moment, I forget. The city is quiet, the rain has stopped, and the world outside these sheets feels like a dream I am not ready to leave. Then, the memory crashes back. My mother. The photograph. The black mark crawled up her arm like a vine of poison. I sit up so fast that the blood rushes to my head. Liam stirs beside me, his hand reaching for my hip. "Zoe?" "She sent me a picture." My voice is hollow. "My mother. In a room I do not recognize. There was a mark on her arm. Black. Spreading." Liam is awake now, his eyes sharp, the sleep gone from his face. He sits up and pulls me against his chest. His heart is steady beneath my ear, but I feel the tension in his muscles. "We will find her," he says. "I have people working through the night. They are tracing the photograph. The metadata. The location."And if they can not?" He tilts my chin

Last Updated : 2026-07-03

Chapter 6: The First Test

LiamThe camera sits on my desk like a black spider, its red eye blinking in the dim light. I have watched the footage three times. Zoe walked into the parking garage. Zoe hands Evelyn the folder. Zoe lying through her teeth about me being interested. And then, at the end, Evelyn's smile – thin, satisfied, hungry.She believes she is winning and that is the trap. I close the laptop and lean back in my chair. The city is a wound of neon and shadow beyond my window. Somewhere down there, Zoe is in my penthouse, sleeping in my bed, her hair spread across my pillow like a dark promise. I left her there an hour ago, tangled in my sheets, her lips still swollen from my kisses. I should not have touched her. I should not have let her touch me. But when she looked at me with those grey eyes – desperate and defiant, like a soldier who has already lost every battle but refuses to surrender – I forgot why I built these walls.My phone buzzes. A message from Marcus. She is awake, making coffee an

Last Updated : 2026-07-03

Chapter 8: The File

ZoeThe file sits on Liam's desk like a loaded gun. Black leather. Thick. Heavy. The truth my mother's life was traded for. The truth Liam's father died for. I have not touched it. I am afraid that if I do, it will burn me. Liam is standing by the window, his back to me. The morning light catches his shoulders, but it does not warm him. He looks like a man carved from stone."Open it," he says. "Liam—" "Open it, Zoe. You deserve to know what you have been fighting for." I reach for the file. My fingers tremble. The leather is cold and smooth, like the skin of a snake.I opened it, names, dates, and transactions. A web of lies so thick it could choke the sun. I recognize some of the names – politicians, businessmen, and people I have seen on television. Others are strangers, ghosts, and shadows. And at the centre, a photograph.Victor Kane. Younger. Smiling. Standing next to a man with Liam's eyes. "Your father," I say. "Yes." Liam turns to face me. "He trusted Victor. He loved him lik

Last Updated : 2026-07-03

Chapter 9: The Waiting

LiamThe clock on my wall has not moved in an hour or maybe it has. Maybe time has stopped altogether, frozen in the moment Zoe walked out the door with a lie on her lips and a secret in her pocket. I need some air, she said. I will be back in an hour. That was two hours ago. Marcus is outside the café. He texted me twenty minutes ago: She met someone. An older woman. They talked for five minutes. She left with something in her hand.I did not ask what. I am afraid of the answer. The city sprawls beneath my window, a wound of glass and steel. The sun is high, but the light feels false – a gold paint slapped over a rotting wall. I press my palm against the cold glass and watch my breath fog the surface. Tick-tock, the sound is in my head, not a clock but a warning. I call Marcus again."Describe the woman." "Gray hair. Sixties. Dressed in black. She walked with a limp." "A limp?" "Left leg. Old injury. She moved like someone who has been running for a long time." I close my eyes. A fac

Last Updated : 2026-07-03

Chapter 10: The First Domino

LiamThe man in the doorway is a stranger wearing my father's face. Gray hair, a limp and a scar that cuts through his left eyebrow like the one Liam wears – the one I used to trace with my finger when I was small, before he left, before I forgot what his voice sounded like. He is holding a gun. The barrel is pointed at Liam."Step away from her," my father says. His voice is gravel and rust. "This does not concern you." Liam does not move. His body is a wall between me and the barrel. "She concerns me," he says. My father smiles. It does not reach his eyes. "So I have heard. You have my daughter in your bed. You have my secrets in your safe. You have my ghost in your head." He tilts his head. "You are just like your father. Always taking what does not belong to you."The room is cold. The rain started again, drumming on the window like impatient fingers. My mother lies motionless on the bed, the black mark on her arm pulsing in time with the flickering lights. "Please." My voice is b

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