Novel & Cerita Stolen By The Boss

Indeed, a lot had happened that made her almost forget about Cainan. “I’ve been around.” She replied with a cunning look on her face, “I saw Faith, and she still believes I stole you away from her.” His lips pursed. “Did you steal me?” She turned around while still in his arms so she could properly stare at his handsome face, the one she couldn’t get enough of. “I’m only good at stealing diamonds and money, but many months ago, a CEO offered me a job to steal his heart and I’m still trying to do th-“

Jade nodded in understanding, and Annabelle dutifully carried the tray out with her. "So, your boss sent you?" Jade began, and then suddenly wondered why she had asked the obvious. Could he have come of his own accord to perhaps sell his company secret for some pieces of silver? "Yes ma. Erhm, it is concerning the recent deal that was stolen... I mean taken from our company. The board of directors negotiated and decided to make you another offer, if you agree to give us that deal." He was pulling out a file as he spoke, opening and flipping through the pages.

"Calm down, gentlemen, let's sit down and talk." Gavin didn't seem to be calming down. Gabriel quickly placed his hand on Gavin's shoulder and squeezed it, reassuring him that it would be better to go slow. Gavin leaned away from Jawal. "I'm yet to be done with you." The boss smiled at the guys, "What do you say you want again?" "The baby he stole and he himself," Gabriel told the boss. "But you gentlemen must know that I have just purchased the baby, the baby is mine now."

"And you've been terrorizing this lady for how long?" The boss whimpered, struggling to speak. "For years... but it's not my fault! Her husband took the loan and never paid it back. It's just business." Rene's smirk turned into a snarl. "This isn't business. It's extortion." He glanced at Ruby, her face pale and tears streaming down her cheeks. "What's your account number?" The boss stared at Rene, confused and scared. "What?" Just then the door opened and Gunnar walked in with a folder, and when he saw the bloody men on his floor, he locked eyes with Rene, asking, "What is going on here?"

“You could have come to me. You could have asked. But you chose to steal.” “I was afraid you’d say no.” I smiled, small, dangerous. “And now you know what ‘no’ really looks like.” He shook his head wildly. “Boss, please. I’ll return everything! Every cent. Just... just give me a chance. I swear I’ll...” “Too late.” He froze. “Do you know what happens to thieves in my family?” I asked quietly. “Boss, please...” “They stop breathing.” His chair scraped the floor as he lurched forward, hands clasped together. “No, no, please, sir, please. My daughter... she needs me. She’s...”

I felt my arm hit the racks of makeup. "Louen," Ace said and helped me stand up, "I'M NOT STEALING, YOU LIER!!!" the lady shouted, and our boss stepped out of her office to check us up, “What is happening here?” she asks us and looks at the lady who’s stealing some palette.

He rubbed his hands together with a fawning smile. I never imagined someone could be this disgusting; I saved him, yet he sold me out to earn points with criminals. The man he called Boss nodded, decided the plan made sense, and forced me to sign transfer documents that would allow Ian to withdraw my assets. However, Ian quickly grew greedy. Instead of handing over the money, he decided he wanted it all for himself and tried to escape the organization. He even called the police to report them, hoping to wipe them out in one go.

"Have you perhaps disbursed a loan without the Big Boss's prior written consent? If so, why wasn't it documented?" He gulped and looked around. The room was heavily guarded; there was no way out if that was his intention. They were gullible enough to think they could get away with stealing. Nobody gets away from the Mezzesalma, and no one gets away from me unless I want them to. Tiny Mangers like this were the smallest of prey. Just when they thought they could get away, you take away that feeling of possibility from them, forcing them to realize they were never truly in control.

Let something be honest. The office felt too bright that morning. Too ordinary. I moved through it like someone underwater, aware of sound but detached from it. Emails. Meetings. Conversations about revenue streams. Everything continued as if the world were not tilting. Sebastian noticed within minutes. He stepped into my office without knocking, as he always did, then stopped when he saw my wrist. His gaze dropped immediately to the bandage, then rose to my face. “What happened?” he asked. “Nothing,” I said. “I twisted it lifting something heavy.”

“Two years for snitching?” He leaned in. “Two years… or life. Mario, they have everything. The warehouse photos, the call logs, the blood in your fucking car...” “That blood wasn’t even his!” I snapped. He didn’t flinch. “Doesn’t matter. The court doesn’t care. Right now, they see one thing: you were the boss. And everyone under you is dead or flipped. They want someone big to pin this all on. If it’s not Kosta, it’s going to be you.”