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Chapter 16: The Brewing Battle.
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My Unlovable Boss Chapter 17: Tangled Emotions.
Lie Blu Apartment.Matilda’s POV.“What happened next?” Aaliyah asks, her eyes bright with gleeful curiosity, practically bouncing in her seat. “Did you finally crack? Or did he—” she lowers her voice conspiratorially, “—confess his undying admiration?”“Nothing,” I snap, trying to sound indifferent. But my mind drifts back to that last, maddening moment in his office. After tossing my own words back at me, he dismissed me without so much as a glance. Typical.I swear, it was like his personal mission that day was to torment me, to needle me for as long as he could stand it. His infuriating smirk plays on a loop in my mind, and I huff, irritation prickling up my spine.“Oh, come on!” Aaliyah groans, throwing her hands up in mock despair. “Nothing? Not even a single snarky comeback? Matilda, you’re killing me here!”I give her a look, crossing my arms. “My so-called ‘tortuous’ life isn’t the thrill ride you seem to think it is. Go on, Aly, feel free to swap places with me and take on th
My Unlovable Boss Chapter 18: Under His Gaze.
Willow Goods.Matilda’s POV.“Right, Matilda. You can do this,” I mutter under my breath, a firm pep talk echoing in the stillness of the elevator. “You’re a powerful, brilliant, and beautiful woman who’s been steering her own ship through life’s choppy seas for ages. Some spoiled boss isn’t about to capsize you. Not now, not ever.” The elevator doors glide open, and I’m greeted by the cold quiet of the office floor. A chill of foreboding nudges at me, but I refuse to let it stick. “Last week, you had your fun, Mr. Willow,” I say, barely concealing my smirk as if he can actually hear me. “But this week? Victory is mine.” I stride towards the office door, shoulders squared. Today, I’m no pushover.I push open the door with newfound resolve. “Good morning, Javier!” I say brightly, dropping my things onto the desk with a flourish. “Did you have a great weekend or what?”Javier blinks at me, his copper eyes wide, surprise written all over his face. “Um… Matilda?”“Yes, Javier?” I ask, a
My Unlovable Boss Chapter 19: In the Quiet Between.
Willow Goods.Third Person POV.A handful of employees spring to their feet energetically. “CEO Willow!” they chime, with one nudging a colleague who stays seated, clearly pretending not to notice.The man finally stands, stretching with an exaggerated yawn. “Ah, CEO Willow!” he says, smoothing his shirt. “Forgive me, I was so engrossed in my work, I didn’t even notice you there.” His grin stretches wide, his attempt at casualness painfully obvious.Unperturbed, Alaric meets his gaze. “I can see you’re working hard.” The man lets out a loud, braying laugh. “Of course! People like us are the backbone of the company—keeping things running so people have food on their tables!” He points dramatically between himself and Alaric, wiggling his eyebrows. “In fact, some say we look alike,” he adds, puffing out his chest.He’s a middle-aged man with thinning hair, a wide nose, and crow’s feet that deepen as he grins, evidently pleased with himself. His shirt stretches across his belly, and his
My Unlovable Boss Chapter 20: Silent Hostility.
Willow Goods.Matilda’s POV.My fingertips hover over the door handle, pausing just shy of gripping it. Ever since I started working here, coming in each day has felt like wading through quicksand, the weight of everything pulling me down. I close my eyes, a heavy wave of exhaustion pressing down on me. If I hadn’t promised Chairman Willow that I could handle his son, I would have handed in my resignation yesterday, especially after that humiliating encounter. I’d thought the worst he could do was crush me with impossible tasks, but yesterday he went further, shattering whatever confidence I’d mustered. I’d braced myself, convinced I could take on anything he threw my way. But he proved me wrong, showing me just how outmatched I am by his heartless precision. Yet, even as his harsh words sliced through me, he looked… apologetic. Why? Why would he look that way, as if he regretted every word that still cut so deeply? What makes working for his father so contemptible to him? I let out
My Unlovable Boss Chapter 21: A Bitter Bite.
Willow Goods.Matilda’s POV.I draw in a deep breath, letting it out slowly, trying to steady myself and calm my nerves. Mr. Willow didn’t do anything to ruin my day today, but Amanda sure had a blast doing him the favour. I pull the door open with a wide smile. Javier has been worried about me all day, and it would do me no good if I gave him more reason to worry.“Here you go,” I say, handing him a box of cookies. “Wow, fancy.” Javier’s smile lights up as he takes the box from me. “Thank you very much, Matilda. I’ll enjoy these.” He grins, his eyes crinkling at the corners.“You’re welcome, Javier,” I reply, my voice warm. I knock on Mr. Willow’s door.“Come in,” comes the terse response.I step inside. His office is as pristine as always. His hair is slicked back, save for a few stray strands that have escaped, falling over his forehead. He looks tired, stressed. Was it because he didn’t have any sweets today? I glance at the box of cookies in my hands, and a small part of me hope
My Unlovable Boss Chapter 22: A Delicate Offer.
Havilah National Hospital.Third Person POV.Matilda sits rigidly in the sterile hospital waiting room, her fingers twisted together in her lap, the white knuckles betraying her inner turmoil. She tries to steady her trembling hands, but they won’t cooperate. Every breath feels too shallow, too tight. The sharp scent of antiseptic fills the air, mingling with the low hum of distant machines, a constant reminder of Mr. Willow’s fragility. Her heart is a pounding drumbeat in her chest, echoing her anxiety, while a nauseating tightness coils in her stomach. She swallows, but the knot in her throat refuses to loosen.What if he’s angry with me? What if he never forgives me? What am I going to tell Chairman Willow? How disappointed will he be in me if I fail to keep my promise?Javier’s voice slices through her spiralling thoughts, warm but tinged with concern. “Are you sure you want to see him?”Her eyes remain fixed on the floor, her voice a fragile whisper. “I have to see him. I need to
My Unlovable Boss Chapter 23: In the Presence of Power.
Willow Goods.Third Person POV.Matilda crouches beside Mr. Willow’s office, her gaze fixed on him through the window. His fingers hover over the keyboard, their rhythmic tapping the only sound in the otherwise quiet room. His face is an unreadable mask—emotionless, impassive. It’s unsettling, this stillness. This isn’t the man she’s used to. Usually, by now, he would’ve thrown one of his sarcastic remarks her way or cracked a biting joke. Instead, there’s nothing. Not even a flicker of interest. Her pulse quickens as she watches, a knot of unease forming in her stomach. She can’t explain why it bothers her so much. She’s here to work, not to be teased or tormented. But this—this silence—it throws her off balance. It feels like a void she can’t quite fill. He hasn’t even asked for coffee once this week. And she, for reasons she can't articulate, misses the routine, the quiet comfort of making him his usual drink. “Matilda?” Javier’s voice cuts through her thoughts, a soft whisper t
My Unlovable Boss Chapter 24: Elegance and Insolence.
Lie Blu Apartment.Matilda’s POV.The closing credits of my drama are barely rolling when my doorbell rings. I glance at the clock—just shy of ten. “Who could that be?” Curiosity piqued, I slide off the couch, smoothing my shirt, and open the door slightly, peering through the gap. A tall, slender man stands there, muttering under his breath as he adjusts his cuffs. I raise an eyebrow, unsure if he’s rehearsing some speech or having a quiet meltdown.He turns abruptly, and I’m met with a scowl so severe it could curdle milk. His sharp black hair sticks up as if it’s taken an immediate dislike to his comb, and his large green eyes don't soften when they lock with mine. He’s tall, at least six-one, but somehow still manages to look down his nose at me, his thin moustache twitching with impatience."Ah... Monsieur Jules!" I force a smile, trying to sound pleasant as recognition dawns. Chairman Willow did mention he’d be coming for the fitting of my gown sometime this week.Behind him, fou
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