Semua Bab A Secretive Deal with My Billionaire Boss: Bab 111 - Bab 120

MadisonMonday morning arrived with gray skies and the promise of rain. I toweled off after my shower, contemplating my wardrobe choices while the local news droned on in the background. I selected a navy pencil skirt and cream blouse—professional but not trying too hard. After applying minimal makeup and twisting my hair into a sleek bun, I grabbed my bag and headed out. The cab ride to Knight Industries was uneventful. I scrolled through emails, trying to focus on work rather than that ridiculous article about Alexander and Penelope. The thought still niggled at me, though I'd convinced myself it was nothing but clickbait. When I reached the office, the usual morning bustle was in full swing. I nodded to security, grabbed a coffee from the break room, and headed toward my desk. Alexander was already in his office. A rare sight at this hour. That was unusual. Alexander rarely arrived before nine, and it was barely eight-thirty. I set my coffee down and organized my desk quickly b

MadisonI stood outside my apartment building at exactly six o'clock, shivering slightly in the evening breeze. The expensive cocktail dress I chose was black with a sweetheart neckline and a hem that hit just above my knees. It was elegant without being overtly sexy, making it perfect for whatever surprise Alexander had planned. Despite his instructions, I opted to wear black lace underwear matching the dress. I figured I could always slip them off in the bathroom if he insisted. There was no way I was walking around all evening feeling exposed and vulnerable. Five minutes passed. Then ten. I checked my phone. No messages, no missed calls. Where was the car Alexander promised? At 6:15, I was about to text him when a sleek black car pulled up to the curb. The window rolled down, revealing Alexander's handsome face and that infuriating smirk. "You're late," I said as John, Alexander's driver, got out and opened the back door for me. "Actually, you're exactly on time," Alexander re

AlexanderI glanced around the hallway, half expecting to see someone peering at us through a cracked door. The place reeked of cheap air freshener and something I couldn't quite identify—possibly last week's takeout."Let me ask someone," Leo said, already moving toward the neighboring apartment. "These walls look thin enough that someone must've heard something.""Be my guest." I leaned against the wall, immediately regretting it when I felt something sticky against my shoulder. "Jesus Christ."Leo knocked on 3C's door with more enthusiasm than the situation warranted. After a moment, the door creaked open to reveal a middle-aged woman in a bathrobe, a cigarette dangling from her lips."Yeah?" She eyed us suspiciously, not bothering to remove the cigarette.Leo flashed his most charming smile. "Sorry to bother you, ma'am. We're looking for Tyler Phillips? He lives next door."She snorted, ash falling to the floor. "Good luck with that. Tyler's barely here.""Do you know when he migh

AlexanderAs the man stepped forward into the dim light, I recognized Anthony's familiar face. Relief washed over me—our backup had arrived.Leo loosened his grip on Tyler slightly, shooting Anthony an annoyed look. "You're late."Anthony adjusted his tie, looking between us and the clearly distressed bartender. "You didn't give any signal. Looks like there's a struggle happening here."Tyler's eyes widened as he glanced between the three of us. His professional composure had completely crumbled, replaced by genuine fear. "What the fuck is happening here? I need to go back to work!"Anthony moved toward Tyler with practiced confidence, his demeanor shifting into something more authoritative. "Carlos Rodriguez, NYPD." The lie rolled off his tongue smoothly as he flashed what looked like a badge too quickly for Tyler to inspect. "I suggest you answer their questions."Tyler's face paled. "Police? What the—""Listen carefully," Anthony continued, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper

MadisonI wandered over to the railing, clutching my purse like it contained state secrets instead of my lip gloss and phone. The city skyline sparkled across the water, Manhattan's lights reflecting on the Hudson's dark surface like scattered diamonds. It was beautiful, but I wasn't in the mood to appreciate it. Where had Alexander disappeared to with Leo? Behind me, laughter erupted from a group of women whose collective jewelry could probably fund my mother's medical bills for a decade. A silver-haired man in a tuxedo was telling some story that had them all in stitches. Everyone seemed to be having the time of their lives while I stood alone, feeling like an imposter in a world I didn't belong in. A couple swayed to the string quartet's music, the woman's red gown flowing around her like liquid fire. Another pair in the corner was "discussing business" with their faces about two inches apart. Sure, business—the kind that ends up horizontal. I checked my phone. No messages f