All Chapters of Taken By My boss: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

I watched as Harrison walked into the dimly lit cottage, the familiar scent of my favorite candles filling the air. I was curled up on the couch with our son, and seeing him brought a small smile to his lips. I looked up, searching his face, seeing the weight of a long day etched there. As he came closer, I could feel the tension in him slowly melting away. "Hey," I said softly, trying to comfort him. He didn’t say anything. Instead, he took my face in his hands and kissed me deeply, his touch desperate and intense. I melted into him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling his warmth and the strength I craved. The day’s troubles started to fade away as he carried me to the bedroom, our kisses growing deeper, our breaths ragged. A warmth began to build within me, a strong pull I couldn’t ignore. I wanted him, needed him, and I didn’t care about anything else. Breaking our kiss, I whispered, "Harrison, what are you doing?" "I

The day was bright and lively, sunlight streaming into every corner of our cottage as preparations for the engagement party got underway. Harrison wanted to celebrate us—celebrate our love and the promise we’d made to each other. I was still floating in a haze of happiness, his proposal replaying in my mind like a perfect memory. The party was set to begin in the late afternoon, and as the day went on, our home transformed. Harrison had gone all out, arranging a beautiful setup in our garden, complete with twinkling lights, delicate flowers, and tables decorated with fresh linens. It felt like a dream—a day I’d never imagined but always hoped for deep down. As I finished getting ready, slipping into a light lavender dress Harrison had picked out, a wave of nerves hit me. Not about Harrison—I knew he was my forever. But I’d soon be seeing my stepsister, Victoria, and her boyfriend, Alex. My relationship with Victoria was complicated, to say the least. She’d always been… difficult. I

The next morning, soft light filtered through the bedroom curtains as I stirred awake, still feeling the warmth from last night’s celebration. As I stretched and opened my eyes, I suddenly heard a faint but urgent sound from down the hall—Ethan, my little one, was crying. I moved to get up, but before I could, I heard footsteps already headed in his direction. Harrison was already there, handling it like the caring father he was. I relaxed for a moment, letting myself enjoy the quiet and the feeling of safety he brought. After a few minutes, I got out of bed and made my way down the hallway. Standing by the nursery door, I could see Harrison gently cradling Ethan in his arms, talking softly to him until his cries quieted down. He looked up when he saw me, a warm smile lighting up his face. “Good morning,” he said, still rocking Ethan gently. “Good morning,” I replied, feeling a smile spread across my face. It was moments like this that reminded me how lucky I was. “Thank you for

It was an ordinary afternoon, with Rachel and me sitting in the living room, sharing stories and laughs. I hadn’t thought much about Victoria since the engagement party. I hoped she would stay away and let us enjoy some peace. But just as I was starting to feel relaxed, there was a sharp knock at the door. I looked at Rachel, surprised. “Are you expecting anyone?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “No,” I said, feeling a little uneasy. I stood up and went to open the door. And there she was—Victoria. She was dressed up as if she was going somewhere fancy, her hair perfectly styled, and her lipstick a bold red. She looked at me with a smug expression, not a hint of shame in her eyes. “What are you doing here?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm. “Can I come in?” she asked, ignoring my question and stepping inside before I could answer. Rachel was still on the couch, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion. “Victoria? What are you doing here?” Victoria ignored Rachel, her eyes

I thought everything was finally falling into place. After the meeting at Harrison's office, I felt like I was beginning to understand my place in his world. Things felt calm, normal, and even happy. I was with Harrison, we had Ethan, and for the first time in a long time, I felt like I could be truly happy. But life has a way of throwing curveballs when you least expect it. And this time, it hit me harder than anything before. It was a quiet afternoon, and Harrison had just left to take care of some business. Ethan was taking his nap, and I was sitting in the living room, flipping through a magazine, when my phone rang. The number on the screen was unfamiliar, but something about it made my stomach twist in warning. I hesitated before answering, feeling a sense of unease creeping up on me. “Hello?” I said, my voice steady despite the nervous feeling inside. “Is this Emma?” A deep voice, gruff and cold, answered. It made me shiver. “Yes, this is Emma,” I replied, my heart starting