All Chapters of Attracted to my billionaire boss : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Aaron’s POV“Sir, your secretary is on the line.” The butler beside me said she was holding my phone out for me. “I’ll attend to it later.” I said and went back to enjoying the surreal view in front of me. “He said…” The butler’s voice trailed off as he walked away.I already told Faith I didn’t want to be called for work-related matters; I used a business trip as an excuse to go on a well-deserved vacation. Everything happening around me was enough to drive a man to the edge. I wanted me time, so I gave myself time off.About ten minutes later, the butler came back.“She says it’s urgent, sir.” He said It was always urgent.I stretched out a hand and collected the phone; somebody had better be dead or somebody was going to be interrupting my vacation.“What is it, Faith?” I asked disinterested "Sir, you have an emergency.” She said With the way she sounded, you would think the world was about to end. What was getting her so worked up?“What emergency?” I asked “Um, you need to

Aaron’s POV“You have got to be kidding me.” I scoffed The bracelet—she was telling me Hanna’s kidnapper wanted the same bracelet she was caught trying to steal, and I was meant to believe that was some kind of coincidence. “Mr. Montgomery, I’m not making this up.” She said “How desperate is she for money?” I asked “Huh.” Faith said There was no way they both thought I was stupid enough to believe a lie like this.“Hanna, how much money does she need for her to put you up to this?” I asked. I couldn’t believe Hanna had gone this far to lie about being kidnapped.“You don’t believe me, do you?” She said she sounded heartbroken and sad. “You have to admit that you two didn’t exactly come up with the most believable lie.” I said She got out her phone and started scrolling.“What are you doing?” I asked “Proving to you that I’m not lying.” She said “How?” I asked I was starting to worry that she was actually telling the truth and Hanna was in real danger. She scrolled for a whi

Hanna’s POV“Are you done?” Micheal askedMy eyes were on the keys he had hooked to his belt buckle, the keys to the door.I nodded and pushed the plate of half-eaten steak towards him.I held my breath and watched his face for a reaction as he picked up the plate and left the room nothing. He hadn’t noticed anything, great. I slid the knife out ofmy pocket and held the sharp edge to the wires binding my arms. It was extremely uncomfortable having to hold the handle with my fingertips while trying to cut through the wires.Fortunately, it was slowly making a dent, but it was torture seeing how slow it was. I was starting to lose hope in using the knife when I heard footsteps approaching, and I hurriedly slid the knife underneath my buttocks and sat on it. Michael returned back, this time with my phone to his ear. He was talking to someone, and there was a satisfied grin on his face. Had Faith managed to get him what he wanted? I felt bad for her; she was dragged into all this simply

HANNA As I emerged from behind the dumpster, Aaron's eyes locked onto mine, filled with relief and concern. His face, etched with worry, softened as he took in my disheveled appearance. I collapsed into his arms, tears streaming down my face, as the weight of our ordeal finally began to lift."Thank God you're safe," he whispered, holding me tightly. His warm breath against my ear sent shivers down my spine, but this time it was a comforting sensation. I felt protected, sheltered from the horrors we'd faced. The sirens and chaos surrounding us faded into the background as I buried my face in his chest, letting the steady beat of his heart calm my own racing pulse.We stood there for what felt like an eternity, the only sound being our ragged breathing. Aaron's hands cradled my face, his thumbs wiping away my tears as he searched my eyes for any sign of hurt. I knew he was looking for more than physical wounds; he was searching for the emotional scars that Michael had inflicted. I tri

Hanna’s POV The soft murmur of voices outside the bedroom filtered through the door, but I couldn’t bring myself to move. Every inch of my body ached, bruises blooming across my skin, a cruel reminder of how close I had come to losing everything. I shifted slightly in the bed, wincing as a sharp pain shot through my ribs. The bedroom was dim, the only light coming from a small bedside lamp casting a soft glow over the plush surroundings. Aaron’s apartment—no, his sanctuary—was a far cry from the cold, sterile hospital room I had woken up in earlier. He had insisted on bringing me here the moment the doctors cleared me for release, refusing to let me spend another night under harsh fluorescent lights and beeping monitors. I was grateful, but I couldn’t shake the heavyness in my chest. I hadn’t just escaped Michael’s grasp; I’d barely clawed my way out, and the cost was starting to weigh on me. Everything felt surreal. I was safe now—at least, physically—but my mind kept replaying