All Chapters of One Night Stand With My Cocky Boss : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

~Sienna~The air in the room was thick and suffocating, the silence broken only by my father’s sharp, staggered breaths.His already fragile body trembled against me as he tried to steady himself. His weight pressed into my arms as I held him upright, his shock palpable.There, tangled in the bedsheets, was Lilian. Her blouse hung loosely off one shoulder, her hair a disheveled mess. Beside her, equally disheveled and shame-faced, was Chris—Hannah's boyfriend. He scrambled to pull the sheets over his lower half, his eyes wide with guilt and panic.The sight made my stomach churn. Dad's shallow breathing turned into a sharp inhale, his face contorted with pain—not physical, but emotional.“Lilian…” His voice cracked, barely above a whisper, yet heavy with betrayal.“What is this? This is what you throw at me after I’ve successfully conquered death?”Lilian scrambled to sit up, her face paling as she tugged the sheets to cover herself.“Andrew… I—”“Don’t you dare!” Dad's’s voice thund

~Sienna~ The house felt oppressively heavy that morning, suffused with a weight that seemed to cling to every surface, every breath. It wasn’t just the silence—it was the invisible wound left by Lilian’s betrayal. Dad had barely said a word since last night. He sat in his armchair by the window in the living room as he couldn't bare to step a foot into that room anymore. The glow of the morning sun dancing across his face. His shoulders sagged, his once-proud frame now hunched as if the betrayal had squeezed life out of him. He stared out at the empty street, his eyes unfocused, and I wondered if he even registered the view. I couldn’t blame him. How does someone rebuild after nearly two decades of marriage crumble to dust in a single, devastating moment? I’d always seen Dad as indestructible—a man who could survive anything. But this? This was different. Hannah was curled up on the couch, her knees drawn to her chest, a blanket wrapped tightly around her. Her eyes were puffy

~Sienna~It was two days after Violet’s arrival, and somehow, I found myself standing in front of Club de Luxe, a high-end nightclub with an over-the-top neon sign that bathed the street in flashes of pink and blue. Thanks to Violet’s relentless idea and Hannah’s persuasion, I couldn’t say no.Now I was here, wearing a short, figure-hugging black dress that barely reached mid-thigh, paired with silver heels. The dress wasn’t my style, but Violet had insisted, claiming it was "the perfect blend of hot and classy."Beside me, Violet and Hannah were giggling like schoolgirls, each draped in outfits that screamed "look at me." Violet wore a sequined red dress that sparkled under every light, her coffee-brown bob now dyed jet black, styled sleekly to frame her face like she was about to step onto a runway. Hannah, on the other hand, went for a pale blue slip dress that clung to her figure, her makeup soft and playful. Her ginger hair was pinned back in loose waves, accentuating her oval

~Sienna~My eyes widened, disbelief washing over me like a tidal wave. The Laurents? How on earth?The words echoed in my mind as I stared blankly at the photo Derrick had shown me. Étienne Laurent.The Laurent Empire wasn’t just a business dynasty—it was a global juggernaut, towering over countless industries. Technology, luxury goods, fashion, real estate—they had their hands in everything. And tech? That was just one of their many playgrounds.The edges of the phone pressed into my palms, grounding me, but it did little to slow the racing of my thoughts. My pulse roared in my ears as I sat frozen, my mind spiraling into chaos. But what does this have to do with Clarke? With India? With me?“Miss Wilde?” Derrick’s voice sliced through my spiraling thoughts like a whip, sharp and pointed.I flinched, my head snapping up as I met his intense, steel-gray gaze. His stare bore into me, unyielding, as if trying to drag me back to the moment. “Are you still with us?”My eyes darted to L

~Sienna~Lucas’s words still echoed in my mind as I stood there, staring at the door he had stormed through. “You’re not leaving, Sienna. Not until I know you’re safe.”I clenched my fists at my sides, trying to push away the chaos swirling in my chest. I could see the sincerity in his eyes, hear it in his voice. He loved me. I had no doubt about that. But love wasn’t enough—not without trust, not without actions to back it up.I inhaled sharply and turned toward the window, watching the soft glow of the city lights below. I had to focus. This mission was all that mattered now. Lucas would have to prove himself in his own time.A knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. Derrick entered, his expression calm and composed as usual. “It’s time. Étienne Laurent will be at The Peacock Lounge tonight. That’s where you’ll meet him.”“The Peacock Lounge?” I repeated, quickly taking a sip from Lucas’s leftover wine.“It’s a popular desi club downtown,” Derrick said as we exited the suite.