All Chapters of Taken By My boss: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I stood in the hospital hallway, leaning against the cold wall, my mind racing with thoughts of everything that had happened. Ethan was missing, Emma was falling apart, and Rachel… well, she was trying her best to hold everyone together. But I couldn’t let them keep getting pulled deeper into this mess. This was too dangerous, too twisted. I had to end it myself.The idea had been spinning in my mind for hours now, and the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. They didn’t need to be involved. I could take this on alone. It was my responsibility anyway, and it was time I faced it.Taking a deep breath, I pushed myself away from the wall and headed down the hall to Emma’s room. I needed to see her, one last time before I set out on this path. When I opened the door, the sight of her broke my heart all over again. Emma was lying in her hospital bed, her face pale and eyes red from hours of crying. She looked so fragile, so lost. It hurt to see her like this, but I couldn’t let

The world had become a strange, gray blur, an endless cycle of waiting, hoping, and despair. My life had once been so full—full of laughter, full of love, full of promise. But now, it felt as though all that warmth had been stripped away, leaving me cold and empty. I clung to the only thing left to hold onto: the thought of Ethan, somewhere out there, waiting to be found.Days passed in an agonizing crawl, and with every moment, the ache grew deeper. Nurses whispered when they thought I couldn’t hear them. Their voices carried fragments of sympathy, pity, and something even darker—a resignation that no one dared to voice aloud. But I heard it all, and it sank into me like stones.Harrison was my only constant, always at my side, though he looked as haunted as I felt. He’d taken to bringing me updates daily, his voice a mixture of optimism and barely concealed despair. But each time he entered my room, I’d see it in his eyes—the fear that maybe, just maybe, we’d already lost Ethan fore

The day was quiet, but my mind was anything but. I couldn’t stop thinking about Ethan, where he was, and what we could do to get him back. Adrianne wouldn’t speak, no matter how much we tried to make her talk. Every minute without him was like a hole inside me.Then, Harrison walked into the room. He had a look on his face, like he had something important to say.“Emma,” he said, his voice calm but serious. “I have a plan.”I turned to him, my heart racing. “What plan?”“We need to make Adrianne talk,” Harrison said. “She won’t give us any information. But if we get her son, Luis, she will speak.”I blinked. “Luis? But he’s just a kid... Why do we need him?”Harrison walked closer. “Luis is spoiled. He’s important to her, and if we make her believe he’s in danger, she will talk. We need to make her think we have him.”I didn’t like the sound of it. “But we can’t hurt him. He’s just a teenager.”“No,” Harrison said quickly. “We won’t hurt him. We just need to make it look like we took

The air inside the mansion was thick with tension. Harrison, Rachel, and I made our way through the long hallway, our footsteps echoing off the polished floors. My heart pounded in my chest. I was a mess inside, my thoughts racing in every direction. We had Luis, Adrianne’s son, and now we needed him to cooperate.Harrison had a plan, but I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. The idea of using Luis like this—it didn’t sit right with me. But we had no choice. Adrianne wasn’t talking, and the clock was ticking. We needed to find Ethan.We stopped in front of the room where Luis was being held. The door was locked, and Rachel stepped forward, unlocking it with the key. Harrison motioned for us to be quiet, and the three of us entered the room.Luis was sitting on the bed, his eyes red from crying. He looked terrified, but there was something else there too hatred. He knew what we were capable of, and he wasn’t about to make it easy for us.“Luis,” Harrison said, his voice calm but firm. “We

The police cars parked in a line, their flashing lights casting an eerie glow over the old warehouse. Shadows danced across the cracked walls as we moved in, trying to keep our footsteps light. Harrison held my hand tightly, his jaw set and his eyes fixed on the doors ahead. My heart was pounding, each beat a reminder that Ethan was so close, yet still not safe.Detective Lancey led the team, her face focused and determined. She held a hand up, signaling for everyone to stop. We could hear voices coming from inside—Luca’s voice, harsh and cold, along with a faint whimper. My heart squeezed as I recognized it. Ethan. He was right there, trapped with Luca.Lancey looked at Harrison and me, her eyes serious. “Stay close, and let us handle this.”But as she pushed the door open, the scene inside stopped us in our tracks. Luca was standing just a few feet away, gripping a gun in his hand. Ethan was tied to a chair beside him, eyes wide and terrified. The gun was pointed directly at my son.