Jung Group HQ.Ae Ra’s POV.Baek Jin has been too busy handling the rumours about CEO Jung being a tyrant boss who sexually assaulted his workers and had power trips. He hasn’t been to work either leaving me all alone in the office which gave me too much time to overthink.It’s been two days since I’ve last seen CEO Jung. We’ve worked with each other for two months now and I’ve gotten to see different sides of him but nothing could have ever prepared me for that night. When I received that call and caught the first taxi that came to view I wasn’t sure what I expected to see but I knew I wanted to see him.And I did.In a way that had never once crossed my mind.
Lie Blu’s Apartment.Ae Ra’s POV.Chairman Jung… he’s been a bit different since the day that false news came out. Perhaps that’s what happens when you have a countdown to how long you have left to live hovering above your head. I stared at my reflection in the elevator glass.How much would I change if I was terminally ill? Would I be more honest with myself or would I be even more pretentious than I already was? Would I stand up for myself like people ask me to or would I be nicer and take everything life throws at me or worse… would I quit my job and go haywire?I sighed as the elevator door opened and my apartment floor came into view. Now that I’m unemployed, what can I do to occupy my time?A familiar silhouette was seated on the floor in front of my door. He wa
St. Mary’s Cathedral.Ae Ra’s POV.As I stood in the queue, the huge bald security guard in an all-black suit paid no attention to me while his slightly smaller colleague checked the guests' invitations. I was worried that someone might recognize me, so I covered my face with my hand. Although the rumours had died down, I didn't want to take any chances.For the occasion, I opted for a curly pinned bun, which made my face more visible. It was CEO Jung's recommendation, and it complemented my baby blue cottage core dress and bow-tied collar white blouse. Matching baby blue platform pumps, and minimal makeup. I completed the look with pearl earrings and a gold bracelet.Suddenly, someone bumped into me, and I hid my face even more while accepting their apology. I didn't want to risk being seen, as Ch
Author's Note. Hello dear reader, Favour here, the author of My Unlovable Boss.I'd like to start by thanking every single one of you who gave my story a chance. It means the world to me to know there are people out there who read my story. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing and more.Feedback, likes, comments, shares and story ratings are very much appreciated! I'd love to read your thoughts and communicate with you all through comments so don't be shy. I am quite eager to interact with you all!I have been on a year hiatus and in my time away a lot happened that forced me to put the story on hold but I am happy to share the news of my return with you all. I can't wait to release new chapters and complete the story as well, it's about time after all.I will be making a few changes such as the names of the characters (save for the Main Female Lead) and the location of the story. There are many new chapters included in the start as well and a lot of grammatical erro
Lie Blu Apartment.Third Person POV.“What would it take to convince you to go out with me tonight?” Aaliyah groaned, watching her best friend, Matilda, type away tirelessly at her computer. Matilda’s long light brown hair was messily piled on top of her head in a bun. “Hellooo?” Aaliyah whined, desperation creeping into her voice.Matilda pushed her round glasses up her straight nose and bit her pink lips in concentration, her brown eyes glued to her MacBook, ignoring Aaliyah’s pleas.“Earth to Mal! Do you hear me?” Aaliyah waved her arms dramatically in front of Matilda’s face, but received no response. She knew if she didn’t intervene, her friend would be glued to that screen all weekend.“I’m sure we can go another day, Aly,” Matilda finally replied, her gaze never leaving the screen. As much as she loved spending time with her best friend, she was too comfortable in her sweatpants and tee to consider getting dressed up tonight.“Wow! A response!” Aaliyah shot back, sitting up str
Lie Blu Apartment.Matilda’s POV.Regret has always been inevitable. At some point in our lives, we all face it. Right now, I'm drowning in a heavy tide of it. I press my hands against my head, letting out a raspy cry as my veins throb painfully. It feels as if my skull might shatter, while my conscience angrily scolds me for putting myself through this torment.This is exactly why I didn't want to go out last night.Sunlight streams through the curtains, but it offers no solace—only harsh reminders of my misery. My stomach churns with a burning sensation, and my throat feels drier than the Sahara, begging desperately for water. I moan in agony, curling into a ball as pain radiates from my waist up to my neck.What happened last night? Why can’t I remember anything? Did I black out? How on earth did I even get home?My mind buzzes with a thousand questions, each one amplifying my discomfort. Something must possess me to drink so much; I only ever black out when I overindulge. After wh
Willow Incorporated HQ.Third Person POV.Matilda adjusts Chairman Willow’s tie, her fingers smoothing the fabric as she gives him a quick once-over. His grey eyes meet hers with a calm intensity, reflecting his patient demeanour. His silver hair, neatly combed back, has a few rebellious strands she promptly tucks behind his ear.Despite the stern mask he wears, the laugh lines etched into his handsome, aged face hint at a life full of joy. Clad in a tailored black tuxedo that fits perfectly, he radiates authority.Stepping back, Matilda gives him a small, admiring smile. “You’re all set, Chairman Willow.” She raises a thumb, her smile betraying a hint of nervousness.With a deep exhale, Chairman Willow strides into the boardroom, Matilda close behind. The executives and top shareholders rise to greet him. “I’m glad we could all make it to this impromptu meeting,” he announces, settling into his seat.The others follow suit. Matilda positions herself a few steps behind him, feeling the
Willow Inc. HQ.Matilda’s POV.With a surge of will, I manage to pull myself up and grab my phone. My hands tremble as I dial the emergency line but quickly end the call. There are too many rumours swirling around for an ambulance to arrive without drawing unwanted attention.Instead, I decided to call Liam, Chairman Willow's personal assistant. If anyone knows what to do, it’s him. He picks up on the first ring, and I silently thank God for that.“Liam… Please help. I—I don’t know what to do.” I sob, my words tumbling out in a frantic rush. “The C-chairman h-he…”“Miss Matilda? Slow down so I can understand you. What’s wrong?” His baritone voice is steady, almost devoid of emotion.I take a few deep breaths, trying to steady my racing heart. A breakdown right now won’t help the Chairman. “It’s Chairman Willow. He was about to leave the meeting room but lost consciousness,” I managed to explain, forcing clarity into my shaky voice.“Stay right there. Don’t call anyone else. I’ll be rig
Lie Blu Apartment.Matilda’s POV.The shrill blast of my alarm jolts me from sleep, its invasive beeping echoing through my still-dark apartment. Groggy and disoriented, I swipe at the snooze button, my hand slamming down harder than intended.“Ouch!” I yelp, a sharp pain shooting through my palm. Rubbing the sore spot, I grumble, “Stupid alarm clock,” and squint at the piercing light filtering through the curtains.Just yesterday, the Chairman dropped a bombshell on me—he’s terminally ill. It feels surreal to wake up annoyed at an alarm clock when soon, someone out there might not need one at all.Dragging myself out of bed, a heavy weight settles in my chest. Life’s unpredictability makes me ponder: If I had limited time left, what would I do differently? The warm water of the shower cascades over me, but it can’t wash away the chill of that thought.Have I truly lived a happy life?Sure, I have a decent job, a roof over my head, and just enough savings for the occasional getaway. Bu