THE BOSS I HATED TO LOVE
The little light that slipped through the cracks was dim and dirty, as if even the sun recoiled from peeking into that place.
Her body was marked—not just by wounds, but by a deep, almost lethal exhaustion. Her mind drifted between delirium and brief moments of clarity. Every muscle screamed. Her mouth was dry, her stomach shrunken. And worst of all was the silence… the silence between his visits. Because when he came, the silence ended—but the terror began.
Footsteps echoed again in the narrow corridor. Heavy. Determined. She knew. It was him.
The door burst open, slamming against the wall. The boss stormed in, his expression loaded, like someone returning from war. His eyes were hard, blaz