All Chapters of One Night Stand With My Cocky Boss : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

~Sienna~I stared up at him in shock, my cheek burning and my heart pounding. The tears I’d been trying so hard to hold back broke free like a dam bursting, streaming down my face as I sprawled on the floor. My chest heaved as the humiliation washed over me in waves, suffocating and relentless.Lucas was by my side in an instant. His hands were steady and gentle as he helped me to my feet, but his expression was anything but calm. Fury radiated from him like a storm barely contained, his jaw tight and his eyes blazing as he turned to his father.“Dad, what the hell are you doing?” he demanded, his voice trembling with unbridled anger.Richard didn’t flinch. He stood tall, his glare cutting through Lucas like ice.“What am I doing?” Richard shot back, his voice sharp and venomous.“What are you doing, Lucas? Bringing this… this woman to the anniversary? Have you lost your mind?”Lucas’s fists clenched at his sides, the veins on his neck bulging as he tried to steady himself.“There is

~Sienna~The next morning, I woke in silence. The weight of everything that had happened the day before pressed down on me like a heavy blanket, making it hard to breathe. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the soft gray carpet beneath my bare feet.Lincoln was my brother. My brother. The man who had kidnapped me, threatened me, and almost killed me was my family. My only family.The room I was in was simple yet undeniably luxurious. Floor-to-ceiling windows bathed the room in natural light, the gauzy white curtains swaying slightly in the breeze from the open balcony door. The bed I sat on was massive, its headboard upholstered in a soft gray fabric, with crisp white linens and plush pillows.A low dresser lined one wall, topped with a vase of fresh lilies and a few leather-bound books. Opposite the bed, a flat-screen TV hung on the wall, quietly playing the news. A cozy armchair with a matching ottoman sat near the windows, facing a small marble coffee table where a steaming

A Week Later ~Lucas~ The backyard of the family mansion was shrouded in silence, save for the occasional sniffles and murmurs of mourning. The air was heavy with grief, and the scent of freshly turned earth mingled with the faint perfume of lilies, the flowers Mom and Lexa clutched tightly in their hands. Dressed in black, they stood by my father’s grave, their faces streaked with tears. Mom’s usually confident demeanor was gone, replaced by raw, unfiltered heartbreak. Lexa stood beside her, her arm around her shoulders, trying to keep it together, but the tears kept falling. The ceremony had been short and somber. Friends and associates of the Jones family had gathered to pay their respects, but as the sun began to set, they trickled away one by one. Now, it was just the three of us. Mom gently placed a bouquet of white lilies on the grave, her fingers trembling. “Goodbye, Richard,” she whispered, her voice breaking. Lexa sobbed softly, brushing

~Lucas~It had been over a week since I last heard Sienna’s voice.A week of restless nights, unanswered questions, and a gnawing emptiness that refused to leave me. I’d looked for her everywhere—called every contact I could think of, chased down every lead—but nothing. It was as if she had vanished off the face of the earth.Derrick stood beside me, flipping through the agenda for the meeting we had arranged with several potential investors. Weston was bleeding, and if I didn’t secure their confidence, the company would collapse within weeks.“You need to focus,” Derrick said, his voice firm but not unkind. “I know your mind’s elsewhere, but this meeting is critical. If we lose more investors, Weston’s done for.”I rubbed the back of my neck, trying to push my thoughts of Sienna to the back of my mind. She would want me to keep fighting—for the company, for everything my family built.The meeting itself was a blur of presentations, numbers, and strategic promises. Derrick took the l

~Lincoln~Lucas had just left, but the tension he brought with him still clung to the air like a storm that refused to pass. His rage was palpable, and it left a heavy tension in the room.I sat down heavily in my chair, pouring myself another drink, the amber liquid catching the dim light of the room. I swirled it in the glass, thinking about the fire in his eyes, the determination in his voice.He loved her. That much was clear. And she loved him.But I can’t let them be together.Not after what the Jones family did to ours.I tipped back the glass, letting the whiskey burn its way down my throat, but it didn’t drown the guilt clawing at my insides. I hate that I have to do this—tear her away from the man she loves, the father of her unborn child.But I have to.I have no choice.I hate that I’m the villain in her story, the one forcing her into a life she didn’t ask for.Yet I would rather be the villain than watch her suffer the same fate as our parents. She’s in Washington now,