All Chapters of I Was Hired To Seduce My Boss : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Zoe The night is cold, the wind carrying the scent of rain and pine. I sit on the porch, wrapped in a blanket that does little to chase away the chill. The lake is dark, the surface rippled by the wind, and the stars are hidden behind a veil of clouds. I can't sleep. The confrontation with Eleanor plays a loop in my mind. The coldness in her eyes. The way she spoke about power was as if it were the only thing that mattered. The way she looked at me, like I was a stranger, not her daughter. I press my palms against my eyes, trying to block out the image. It does not work. "Zoe." I look up. Liam is standing in the doorway, his dark eyes soft with concern. He is wearing a thin shirt, his hair mussed from sleep. "You should not be out here alone," he says. "Neither should you." He crosses the porch and sits beside me, his shoulder brushing against mine. The warmth of his body seeps through the blanket, grounding me. "Talk to me," he says. I shake my head. "I do not know what to

Zoe The house is empty. I stand in the doorway, my heart pounding, my breath catching in my throat. The silence is absolute, pressing against my ears like a physical weight. The fire is cold, the embers dark. The furniture is in its place, but something is wrong. Something is missing. Lily. I feel the world tilt beneath my feet. I grip the doorframe, my knuckles white, my vision swimming. "Lily!" I scream into the void. "Lily!" The sound echoes through the empty rooms, swallowed by the stillness. There is no answer. No cry, no coo, no small voice calling back to me. Liam is beside me, his face pale, his dark eyes scanning the room. He is already moving, checking the corners, the shadows, and the spaces where a child might hide. But there is nothing. There is no one. "She is gone," I whisper. "She is gone." "Zoe—" "She is gone, Liam!" I collapse against the doorframe, the weight of the words pressing down on me. Lily. My daughter. My reason for breathing. She is gone. Liam c

Zoe The lake house feels different when we return. The walls are the same, the furniture in its place, the scent of wood and lavender still lingering in the air. But something has shifted. The silence is heavier, the shadows deeper. The space that once felt like a sanctuary now feels like a cage. I stand at the window, watching the snow fall. The garden is buried, the tulips sleeping beneath the frozen earth. The world is white, muffled, and suspended in a moment of stillness. Lily is asleep in her crib, her small chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. I have checked on her three times in the last hour, each time finding her peaceful, unaware of the danger that still lurks in the shadows. I press my palm against the cold glass, and I think about Eleanor. The woman who held me as a child. The woman who taught me to plant tulips. The woman who looked at me with soft eyes and spoke of forgiveness. She was never that woman. She was always someone else. Someone I never truly kn

Zoe The warehouse is cold, the concrete floor leaching warmth from my body through the thin fabric of my clothes. I sit with my back against a rusted support beam, my wrists bound behind me, the rope chafing against my skin. Liam is beside me, his shoulder pressed against mine, his dark eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of movement. We have been here for hours. Maybe days. Time has lost its meaning in this place. Eleanor's guards are stationed at the door, their faces hidden behind masks. They do not speak. They do not move. They are statues, waiting for a command that has not yet come. I think about Lily. About her small hands, her bright eyes, her laughter that fills the house with light. I think about the future I promised her, the life I wanted to give her. I think about the possibility that I may never see her again. "Zoe." Liam's voice is low, barely a whisper. I turn to look at him. His dark eyes are steady, unyielding. "We are going to get out of here," he says. "

Zoe The warehouse is quiet in the hours after Eleanor's departure, but the silence is not empty. It is thick, heavy, filled with the weight of everything that has been said and everything that remains unsaid. I sat with my back against the cold concrete wall, my knees drawn to my chest, my eyes fixed on the door Eleanor disappeared through. She will come back. I know that. She is not the kind of woman who walks away from unfinished business. She is the kind of woman who waits, who plans, who strikes when you least expect it. I feel the weight of the promise I made pressing down on me like a stone. I will give you what you want. The words echo in my mind, hollow and damning. I told myself I was saving Liam, and I was. But I also gave Eleanor a weapon she will not hesitate to use. Liam is asleep beside me, his breathing shallow but steady. The poison is out of his system, but the damage it did lingers. He is weaker than before, his body still recovering from the ordeal. I watch his