The Boss S Daughter Novels & Stories

Everyone could tell it was the boss, Derek Shepherd, coming. I tried to look at him but couldn't as Miss Wilson blocked my sight with her body. CLAP ... CLAP Instantly, the whole place fell into silence. “Everyone, step forward our new Boss would like to take a tour of the HR Department.” As I just stepped out, the same group of women started to rush towards the boss to put themselves first in the eyes of the boss. Facing such a sudden storm, I was caught off guard and someone accidentally knocked me far away. I tried to swing my arms to keep my balance but failed. I fell to my knees

She was indeed his boss, Alana! What the hell was going on? How come his boss became the daughter of the richest man in the country?

"Are you blind? Heidi is the boss’s daughter! Where did this knockoff come from? Since when does she get to take my daughter's things?" The girl opened her eyes, stood up, and looked down at me like I was dirt. She grabbed a glass from the table and smashed it against my head, then spat at me. "Unbelievable," she snapped. "My mom is Stella, the CEO of Dixon Corporation, and my dad's one of the top executives. I'm their precious daughter. You call me a fake again, and I'll have my mom shut you up for good!" The room tilted. My legs almost gave out.

"I've worked in this house for three months. I know everyone. The real daughter is elegant, refined. She wears designer clothes, not that cheap crap you have on." I looked down at my jeans and t-shirt. They were plain, but that meant nothing. "Call my father. You'll see." "Your father?" Her laugh was even harsher. "You little bitch, there's a limit to your bullshit. Do you know who the Boss is? The emperor of Chicago's underworld! You think his daughter would be a piece of trash like you?" She stepped closer, her eyes full of malice. "I'm warning you. Admit you're trespassing, or you'll pay for this lie. No one in Chicago gets away with impersonating a Moretti."

The Whitethorns' empire was massive, stretching across the globe and crossing both sides of the law, and the Blackscale Syndicate was in charge of handling the dirty, messy work behind the scenes. "You're with the Blackscale Syndicate!" I exclaimed. "Well, well, well, this chick knows her stuff. You even know about us Blackscales, huh?" "I'm Rosalie, Dominic Whitethorn's daughter. Your leader, Whitefang, is my personal bodyguard. That symbol? I was the one who drew it. Now untie me, and I'll spare your lives! "Otherwise, you won't be able to handle the Whitethorns' wrath." The burly men froze for a second, then erupted into raucous laughter.

she cleared her throat, forcing me to glance at her. She stood, and that was when I noticed her outfit. The gown was short, glaringly unprofessional. What kind of person had I vouched for? “Is there a problem, Miss Josie?” I asked, forcing a smile. She shook her head, twirling her hair with a finger. “Nothing serious. I’m just wondering, what is the boss like?” Her question unsettled me in some kind of way. “I don’t understand.” She sighed as she sat across from me. “I mean the big boss. After digging around, I found out he wasn’t married, though he had a daughter, and I heard he is filthy rich,” she said in a puffed tone.

He stared, his face draining of all color, at the sight of his boss—the man who held his livelihood in his hands—drilling his only daughter into the top of a mahogany desk. The silence that followed was louder than any scream. Chelsea’s breath caught in her throat. “Dad…”

"You forgot to turn it off." Behind him, I could see the room Unmade bed. Two coffee cups on the nightstand. A woman's jacket draped over a chair. "Babe, this isn't" "Don't." I held up my hand. "Don't you dare tell me this isn't what it looks like." A woman appeared behind him. Kelly, presumably. Younger than I had imagined mid-twenties at most, with dark hair still mussed from bed and wearing one of Marcus's shirts. His shirt.

“Is it about father? Tell him I will go see him today” “It's about Bluey” My eyes shot open as soon as I heard that name. “What about Bluey?” “Boss…she…” Kael looked at me and lowered his gaze. “I said what the heck happened to her?” I shot up from my seat like a wounded lion. “She's MetroPaul's daughter” ★ Anna I got upstairs and strolled towards the boss’ room. The perimeters are unlocked so I just walked in. The room is sparkling clean and arranged except for the ruffled bed and the used wine glass on the table.

The lights are off — but through the door, I hear it. Soft music. Familiar dialogue. “If we’re fated, we’ll meet again in the next life.” And a low, quiet whisper. “You will, Eun-bi.” I smile to myself, shaking my head. My boss — the man who once filed an HR complaint because I sneezed too enthusiastically — is a secret romantic disaster. And I’m the only one who knows. God help me. Because this is only Episode One.