All Chapters of I Was Hired To Seduce My Boss : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Zoe The warehouse door groans shut behind Liam, and the echo of it travels through my bones like a second heartbeat. I feel the cold of the concrete through the soles of my shoes, the weight of the air pressing against my lungs. This is not a room. It is a tomb waiting to be sealed. Eleanor's heels click against the floor, a slow, deliberate rhythm that matches the beat of my own fear. She stops beside me, close enough that I can smell the lavender on her skin—a scent I once associated with comfort, with safety, with home. Now it smells like rot. "You did the right thing," she says. Her voice is soft, almost gentle. "I know it does not feel that way now. But in time, you will see." My hands are numb. I look down at them, at the faint tremble in my fingers, and I force them still. "You let him go," I say. "You kept your word." "I always keep my word." She tilts her head, studying me like a scientist examining a specimen. "That is what separates me from Viktor. I do not break pro

Liam The road stretches before me like a scar carved into the earth, dark and wet with the promise of rain. I drive without knowing where I am going, my hands gripping the wheel, my eyes fixed on the blur of trees that rush past the windows, and the engine hums beneath me like a steady, mechanical heartbeat that drowns out the chaos in my skull. I left her behind, and the thought is a splinter buried deep in my chest, impossible to ignore and impossible to remove, because I left her in that warehouse with Eleanor, with the woman who has spent decades weaving lies into a tapestry of control, and I left her because she told me to, because she made me promise, but promises feel hollow now, brittle and meaningless in the face of everything we have lost. The road curves, and I follow it blindly, my mind replaying the last moments in that cold, cavernous space, the way Zoe's grey eyes held mine as she stepped back, the way her voice cracked when she said go, the way her hand lingered on

Liam The road stretches before me like a scar carved into the earth, dark and wet with the promise of rain, and I drive without knowing where I am going, my hands gripping the wheel, my eyes fixed on the blur of trees that rush past the windows. The engine hums beneath me like a steady, mechanical heartbeat, drowning out the chaos in my skull, and I think about Zoe, about the way she looked at me as she made her choice, about the way she said I love you like it was the last time she would ever say it. I left her behind. I left her in that warehouse with Eleanor, with the woman who has spent decades weaving lies into a tapestry of control, and I left her because she told me to, because she made me promise. But promises feel hollow now, brittle and meaningless in the face of everything we have lost. The rain begins to fall, thin and insistent, streaking across the windshield like tears, and I turn on the wipers, the rhythmic squeak of rubber against glass filling the silence

Liam The warehouse door groans as I push it open, the sound reverberating through the cavernous space like a wounded animal's final cry. I step inside, and the darkness swallows me whole, thick and suffocating, pressing against my skin like a second layer of clothing. The air is cold and still, carrying the faint scent of rust and decay, and I feel the weight of the years pressing down on me, the decades of secrets and lies that have been buried within these walls. I move forward slowly, my footsteps echoing against the concrete floor, each sound a small betrayal of my presence. I know Eleanor is watching. I know she has been waiting for this moment, has been planning for it, has been preparing for the trap she is about to spring for. But I have no choice. I cannot leave Zoe in this place, cannot abandon her to the mercy of a woman who has lost all claim to that word. The main room is empty, the furniture pushed against the walls, the floor cleared for whatever confrontation is abo

Liam The warehouse falls silent in the wake of Eleanor's departure, the echo of her footsteps fading into the shadows like the last notes of a dying song. I stand in the center of the room, my heart pounding, my hands trembling at my sides, and I watch Zoe as she lowers the folder, her grey eyes fixed on the door through which Eleanor disappeared. The air is thick with the residue of confession, heavy with the weight of truths that have been buried for decades, and I feel the ghost of my father's presence lingering in the corners, a silent witness to the reckoning that has finally come. Zoe turns to face me, and I see the exhaustion etched into the lines of her face, the shadows that have gathered beneath her eyes like storm clouds on a horizon that refuses to clear. She looks at me, and for a moment, neither of us speaks, the silence stretching between us like a thread pulled taut, ready to snap. Then she crosses the room, her footsteps echoing against the concrete floor, and s