All Chapters of MY BOSS’s DAUGHTER : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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

Aaron stood there, his heart heavy, his spirit deflated. He had been stripped of his agency, his choices, his future. He was a pawn in Mr. Clinton's game, a mere tool to be manipulated, a ghost in the grand scheme of the Clinton family's life. “I understand, Mr. Clinton,” he said, his voice a low murmur, his gaze fixed on the floor. “I’ll never see Hilary as anything more than your daughter. I’ll never think of her as anything but my boss’s daughter.”Mr. Clinton’s face softened, a hint of grudging respect flickering in his eyes. He extended his hand, a gesture of reconciliation, a sign that he was willing to accept Aaron’s surrender. “I’m glad we could come to an understanding, Aaron,” he said, his voice softer now, a hint of weariness replacing the earlier aggression. “This will be difficult for both of you, but it’s the only way to protect Hilary, to keep her safe.”Aaron took Mr. Clinton’s hand, his grip firm, his heart heavy. He knew he was making a deal with the devil,

The sound of the doorbell broke through the heavy silence of Aaron’s apartment, a welcome interruption to the swirling vortex of his thoughts. He had been pacing, his mind racing, his anxiety escalating, his heart pounding, as he waited for Andro’s arrival. His apartment, usually a sanctuary, a haven, felt oppressive, claustrophobic, a prison of his own making. He opened the door, his gaze falling on Andro, his friend, his confidant, the one person he could rely on, the one person who could help him navigate this treacherous path. Andro’s face, a mixture of concern and curiosity, registered the mark on Aaron’s face, the bruising around his eye, a testament to the violence he had endured, a reminder of the dangerous game he was playing. “What happened to you?” Andro asked, his voice laced with concern, his eyes fixed on the mark, his brow furrowed. “Did you get into a fight?”Aaron sighed, his shoulders slumping, his gaze fixed on the floor. He couldn’t tell him everything, no

Hilary woke up with a dull ache in her chest, the weight of her father's words pressing down on her. The silence of her room felt suffocating, a stark contrast to the usual bustling energy of the morning. She slowly got out of bed, her limbs feeling heavy, her mind heavy with the weight of her father's wrath. The breakfast table was a battlefield of unspoken tensions. Her father sat at the head of the table, his face unreadable, his gaze fixed on his plate. Her mother sat beside him, her eyes filled with concern, her lips pressed together in a thin line. Hilary took a seat, her gaze fixed on her plate, her heart heavy with despair. "Eat something, darling," her father said, his voice a soft murmur, his tone laced with a hint of concern. "You need your strength."Hilary sat there, her gaze fixed on her plate, her appetite gone, her stomach churning. She couldn’t face the food, she couldn’t face her parents, she couldn’t face the reality of her situation. "Hilary," her mothe

The bell for break time rang, a jarring sound that sliced through the haze of Hilary's misery. She and Ganaesly shuffled out of the classroom, the weight of their shared sorrow pressing down on them. They found a quiet corner in the courtyard, a haven away from the boisterous chatter of other students. "Who could have told him?" Ganaesly asked, her voice laced with frustration, her brow furrowed in thought. "Who could have betrayed you like that?"Hilary shrugged, her heart heavy with a mixture of anger and confusion. "I don't know," she whispered, her gaze fixed on the ground. "It has to be someone who saw us together."They sat in silence for a moment, their minds racing, their thoughts swirling. They had to find the culprit, they had to uncover the truth. It was a matter of justice, a matter of pride, a matter of survival. "Maybe it was my aunt," Hilary said, her voice a low murmur, her eyes fixed on Ganaesly, her gaze unwavering. "She came to stay with me while Mom and