All Chapters of MY BOSS’s DAUGHTER : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The morning light filtered through the blinds, painting the room in a pale, ethereal glow. Hilary stirred, her body aching, her mind heavy with the weight of her sleepless night. She hadn’t eaten anything, the thought of food repellant, her stomach churning with a mixture of anxiety and despair. She had spent the night tossing and turning, her mind racing, her thoughts swirling, her heart filled with a mixture of anger, confusion, and fear. She had tried to make sense of everything, to understand what had happened, to figure out who had betrayed her, but she was no closer to finding the truth. She got out of bed, her movements slow and deliberate, her body feeling drained and exhausted. She went to the kitchen, her eyes fixed on the floor, her mind filled with a mixture of dread and determination. She opened the pantry, her eyes scanning the shelves, her fingers trembling slightly. She grabbed a bag of chips, her heart pounding in her chest, her mind racing. She knew her m

Aaron slammed his phone down on the balcony railing, his knuckles white, his face flushed with a mixture of anger and frustration. He had to do something, he had to act, he had to make Maite pay. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves, his mind racing. He had to find Maite, he had to confront her, he had to make her understand the consequences of her actions. He reached into his pocket, his fingers trembling slightly. He pulled out his phone, his eyes fixed on the screen, his heart pounding in his chest. He scrolled through his contacts, his fingers hovering over Maite's name. He hesitated, his mind racing, his heart pounding. He knew it was a risky move, he knew it was a dangerous game, but he had to do it. He had to find Maite, he had to confront her, he had to make her pay. He pressed the call button, his eyes fixed on the screen, his heart pounding in his chest. He waited, his anxiety growing with every passing second. The phone rang, a familiar melody, a

Aaron paced the length of his small apartment, his eyes fixed on the door, his mind racing, his heart pounding. Every creak of the floorboards, every rumble of the city outside, every flicker of the streetlight through the window sent a jolt of adrenaline through his body. He was a caged animal, waiting, anticipating, ready to spring. He had meticulously planned this meeting, every detail carefully considered. He had a plan, a strategy, a way to make Maite pay for what she had done. He had spent the last few hours organizing his thoughts, rehearsing his words, stewing in his anger. His gaze fell on the picture of himself and Hilary that he had retrieved from Mr. Hilaire’s office. He had tucked it carefully into his wallet, a constant reminder of the betrayal, a fuel for his anger. He wanted Maite to see it, to feel the weight of her actions, to understand the pain she had caused. The sound of a car engine revving outside his window sent a thrill through him. His breath caught in h

The fluorescent lights hummed, casting a sterile glow over the white walls of the hospital room. Hilary blinked, the harshness of the light assaulting her eyes. She tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through her chest, forcing her back down. She was in a hospital bed, her body wired to machines that beeped rhythmically, a constant reminder of her frailty. The door creaked open, and her mother, a woman whose wrinkles seemed to have deepened overnight, rushed in. Her eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, were red and puffy. Hilary felt a pang of guilt, a familiar sensation that had become her constant companion."Hilary, sweetheart, you scared the life out of us!" Her mother’s voice was strained, her tone laced with worry. "Why didn’t you eat anything? You’re so thin! It's not healthy, you know." Hilary's throat tightened. The same question, the same judgment. It was a refrain that had echoed through her life, a symphony of concern disguised as criticism. "I'm fine, Mom," she m

The days that followed Hilary's hospital discharge were a testament to her resilience. The pallor that had clung to her skin during her illness had vanished, replaced by a healthy glow that radiated from within. Her laughter, once muted and hesitant, now rang out freely, filling the once-silent halls of her home with vibrancy. She was back, stronger, brighter, her spirit rekindled. Her parents, their hearts still burdened by the fear they had harbored during those harrowing weeks, watched her with a mixture of pride and relief. They saw in her recovery a testament to her strength, a reminder of the unyielding spirit that resided within their daughter. They witnessed her energy returning, her laughter echoing through the halls, and they felt a deep sense of gratitude, their worries finally easing. They were convinced that the ordeal had strengthened their bond, forging an unbreakable connection. They believed, in their hearts, that Hilary had forgotten about Aaron, that she had