ALL Chapters & Episodes of MY BOSS’s DAUGHTER by Monica Decastillo - Page 3

Aaron watched Maite as she carefully selected a dish from the menu, her slender fingers tracing the elegant script with a practiced grace. He felt a twinge of familiarity, a ghost of the old affection he used to feel for her, but it was fleeting, a distant memory like a faded photograph.“I’ll have the salmon,” she announced, her voice a melodic chime that still held the power to stir something within him. He couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret, a fleeting sense of longing for the days when he found her captivating, her voice a siren song that drew him in. But those days were gone. “I’ll just have a glass of water and a dessert,” he said, his voice flat, devoid of any emotion. Maite raised an eyebrow, her expression a mixture of surprise and annoyance. “Just water? Are you sure?” she asked, her voice laced with a hint of disappointment. “You haven’t eaten all day.”“I’m not very hungry,” he said, his gaze fixed on the table, avoiding her questioning gaze. He didn’t want to exp

Chapter 22

MY BOSS’s DAUGHTER /Monica Decastillo

Hilary watched, her heart pounding in her chest, as Maite's shoulders shook, her face crumpling, tears streaming down her cheeks. The pain in her eyes was palpable, the raw emotion etched on her face a stark contrast to the elegant composure she’d displayed just moments before.She felt a wave of relief wash over her, a sense of validation, a confirmation of her suspicions. Aaron wasn’t interested in Maite. He was leaving. He was walking away from her. She watched as he turned and walked out of the restaurant, his footsteps echoing in the quiet room, his back stiff and straight, his expression grim. She felt a surge of triumph, a sense of vindication, a confirmation that she’d been right all along. She had known that Aaron wasn’t interested in Maite, that he was just being polite, that he was just trying to be a good guy. And now, she had proof. She couldn’t help but smile, a small, triumphant smile that tugged at the corners of her lips. She had won. She had protected A

Chapter 23

MY BOSS’s DAUGHTER /Monica Decastillo

As Maite confronted Aaron and Hilary in a whirlwind of emotions, she couldn't contain the tumultuous thoughts racing through her mind. Accusing Aaron of breaking up with her because of his boss's daughter, Maite's voice quivered with a mix of hurt and anger. "Is it because of your boss's daughter that you're ending things with me?" she demanded, her eyes searching for any sign of guilt in Aaron's expression.Aaron, taken aback by the sudden accusation, quickly tried to explain, "No, Maite, it's not what you think. Hilary came for dinner with her friend, and she was just greeting me." His voice was tinged with a hint of desperation, hoping Maite would believe his words and understand the situation.Meanwhile, Hilary stepped forward, a mischievous glint in her eye as she addressed Maite with a sly smile. "If that were the case, what would you do?" she taunted, her tone mocking and full of confidence. Before Maite could respond, to her astonishment, Hilary boldly leaned in and kissed Aar

Chapter 24

MY BOSS’s DAUGHTER /Monica Decastillo

Maite’s fingers flew across her keyboard, each click of the mouse a tiny hammer blow against the wall of secrecy surrounding the Clintons. She devoured every article, every blog post, every snippet of information she could find online about Hilaire Clinton. Her search history became a testament to her growing obsession: "Hilaire Clinton contact information," "Hilaire Clinton public appearances," even "Hilaire Clinton favorite charities" – she was desperate for any avenue that would lead her to him.As she delved deeper into the life of the man her ex-lover worked for, a wicked thought crossed her mind. She could hurt both Aaron and Hilary with one stone. She could contact Hilary and expose Aaron, revealing that he wasn't just a driver but an undercover agent investigating her own father. The thought of Hilary's world crumbling, the trust she so readily offered shattering into a million pieces, brought a perverse satisfaction to Maite’s wounded heart.But the satisfaction was short-liv

Chapter 25

MY BOSS’s DAUGHTER /Monica Decastillo

Maite’s fingers flew across her keyboard, each click of the mouse a tiny hammer blow against the wall of secrecy surrounding the Clintons. She devoured every article, every blog post, every snippet of information she could find online about Hilaire Clinton. Her search history became a testament to her growing obsession: "Hilaire Clinton contact information," "Hilaire Clinton public appearances," even "Hilaire Clinton favorite charities" – she was desperate for any avenue that would lead her to him.As she delved deeper into the life of the man her ex-lover worked for, a wicked thought crossed her mind. She could hurt both Aaron and Hilary with one stone. She could contact Hilary and expose Aaron, revealing that he wasn't just a driver but an undercover agent investigating her own father. The thought of Hilary's world crumbling, the trust she so readily offered shattering into a million pieces, brought a perverse satisfaction to Maite’s wounded heart.But the satisfaction was short-liv

Chapter 27

MY BOSS’s DAUGHTER /Monica Decastillo

The weight of the dean's words pressed down on Hilary like a leaden cloak. The threat of repeating the year, a prospect she had never even considered, hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the fragility of her seemingly perfect world. She pushed open the door, the familiar warmth of the hallway a stark contrast to the icy chill that had settled in her heart.Waiting outside the office, leaning against the wall, was Ganaesly, her best friend since kindergarten. Ganaesly, with her infectious laughter and boundless energy, was the embodiment of sunshine and optimism. But even Ganaesly's radiant smile seemed to dim as she noticed the shadows that had fallen on Hilary's usually radiant face."What happened?" Ganaesly asked, concern lacing her voice. "Did the dean want to talk about the bake sale?" The bake sale, a yearly tradition at Hilary's school, was Ganaesly's domain. She was the mastermind behind the legendary chocolate chip cookies that were the highlight of the event, a

Chapter 28

MY BOSS’s DAUGHTER /Monica Decastillo

Hilary stepped into the grand foyer of her home, the familiar scent of polished wood and fresh flowers a stark contrast to the turmoil swirling within her. Her father, a successful businessman with a stern demeanor and an unwavering belief in the power of discipline, was seated in the grand living room, engrossed in a newspaper, his brow furrowed in concentration. "Dad," Hilary said, her voice barely a whisper. "I need to talk to you."Her father looked up from his newspaper, his gaze sharp and inquisitive. "What is it, Hilary?""I... I need to go to Ganaesly's house to study," Hilary said, her words tumbling out in a rush. "She's really good at math, and I need all the help I can get."Her father, ever the pragmatist, shook his head. "No, Hilary. You've been spending too much time with that girl lately. You need to focus on your own studies, not rely on others."Hilary's heart sank. She had hoped he would understand, that he would see the urgency of her situation. But his

Chapter 29

MY BOSS’s DAUGHTER /Monica Decastillo

Mr. Hilaire’s eyes, sharp and piercing, met Maite’s as she crossed the room. He took in her every detail, her emerald green dress, the bold red lipstick, the confidence that radiated from her. He had a keen eye for detail, for sensing the subtle cues that whispered secrets about a person. As he observed her, a memory flickered in his mind, a fleeting image that had been tucked away in the recesses of his thoughts. He had seen her before, in his own home. He had been watching from his office window, the scene unfolding before him like a silent film. She had been searching for his driver, Aaron, a young man he had hired to chauffeur his daughter, Hilary, to and from school. Maite hadn’t seen him, but he had been watching, his gaze a silent observer, intrigued by her determination, her intensity. Now, she stood before him, her presence commanding attention, her purpose clear. He couldn’t help but wonder if she had come to his office to confront him about his driver, about the

Chapter 30

MY BOSS’s DAUGHTER /Monica Decastillo

Hilary adjusted the strap of her backpack, her gaze drifting towards the sprawling campus ahead. She was used to the familiar sight of the school gates, yet today, everything felt different. The vibrant colors seemed muted, the laughter of her classmates a distant echo. She was here, physically present, but her mind was adrift, a thousand miles away, caught in a labyrinth of emotions that she couldn't untangle.She'd been staying at Nana's house for the past two weeks, a decision made for the sake of her academic performance. Nana, with her unwavering support and gentle guidance, had become a beacon of stability in Hilary's life, a constant in a world that felt increasingly chaotic. The extra hours spent studying, the quiet nights spent poring over textbooks, had yielded a tangible improvement in her grades, a small victory in a world where everything felt out of control.She was grateful for Nana's kindness, for the warm embrace of her friend's home, the comforting scent of Nana's

Chapter 31

MY BOSS’s DAUGHTER /Monica Decastillo

While Hilary was away, seeking refuge in Nana’s home and solace in her studies, a different kind of drama was unfolding, shrouded in secrecy and veiled in the guise of normalcy. Mr. Clinton, the seemingly unyielding patriarch, the man who prided himself on his control and his unwavering devotion to his family, was secretly leading a double life. His affections, it turned out, had wandered far from the confines of his home.Maite, Aaron’s ex-girlfriend, a woman with a fiery spirit and a penchant for luxury, had become the object of his clandestine affections. Their meetings were a carefully orchestrated ballet of deception, a series of stolen moments in quiet cafes and secluded hotels, carefully masked by a veneer of respectability. Mr. Clinton, with his charm and his cunning, had managed to weave a web of deception so intricate that no one, not even his wife, suspected the truth. He’d showered Maite with gifts, opulent tokens of his affection that whispered promises of a life far r