All Chapters of One Night Stand With My Boss: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Lucas leaned against the doorframe, watching Kian closely. The dim light of the study cast deep shadows across Kian’s face, making the tension between them even more palpable. The air smelled of whiskey and aged wood, the room thick with unsaid words.“If you aren’t actually a Wilson… or if I’m not,” Lucas started, his voice low, deliberate, “what would you do?”Kian let out a short, humorless laugh. “We aren’t close enough for you to joke with me like this.”Lucas didn’t smile. “Who said I was joking?”Kian’s fingers tapped against the desk once, twice. He studied Lucas, his expression unreadable. “You’ve had too much to drink.”“Have I?” Lucas tilted his head. “Or am I the only one thinking clearly here?”Silence.Kian exhaled through his nose, shifting in his seat. “What do you want, Lucas?”“You hated me,” Lucas said suddenly. His voice wasn’t mocking this time. It was raw. “You hated me so much. Do you even know how much you have hurt me?”Kian’s jaw tightened. “Don’t twist this.

Selena stared at her phone, watching Emma and Mrs. Hailey leave her office. She waited until they were out of earshot before dialing Kian’s number. The phone rang twice before he answered.“Kian, it’s Selena,” she said, her voice low but urgent.“Selena,” Kian’s voice was tired, distant. “What’s going on?”“Emma came to ask about her mother’s case,” Selena began, her words measured. “She found out the truth, Kian. It was Margaret who did it. She knows everything.”Kian’s breath caught on the other end. A long silence stretched between them. “I never wanted her to find out. I’ve been covering for my mother all this time.”“I know,” Selena said softly. “But now she’s asking for a DNA test. She wants to know the truth.”Kian’s heart sank. “On who?”“Lucas,” Selena answered. “She’s going to test him.”Kian exhaled sharply, his mind racing. “So, she chose Lucas.”“Yes,” Selena said, her voice a little softer. “She’s chosen him over you. This is serious, Kian. If she finds out, she won’t fo

EMMAI could feel the tension in the air as I looked at Hailey, her expression a mix of feigned innocence and something more… calculating. She had a way of downplaying things, always brushing off suspicions with a light-hearted joke, but something about the way she looked at me now felt off. Her smile was too wide, her eyes too bright. I knew her well enough to recognize when she was hiding something.“Hailey, that joke—” I began, my voice barely more than a whisper, but she quickly cut me off with a dismissive wave.“Oh, Emma, don’t take it so seriously,” she said, her tone light but there was a sharpness beneath it that made me pause. “Margaret and Sylvia are just… they don’t know how to have fun.”I didn’t know whether to trust her words or to feel that nagging sense of unease creeping in. But before I could say anything more, the urge to find Grandfather Edward overpowered all other thoughts. I needed to see him, to make sure he knew I was there, that I belonged, that today was my

EMMAGrandfather’s words hit me like a tidal wave. Kian wasn’t part of the Wilson bloodline. Neither was Lucas. The truth of my family was unraveling before my eyes, each new piece of information more incomprehensible than the last.“But… how? How is this possible?” I whispered, my voice barely audible as the weight of the revelation crashed over me.Edward’s frail hand tightened around mine. “It’s all because of Margaret. She killed your mother… She murdered Joel and Smith. She played us all for fools.”My breath caught in my throat. “Margaret… she killed my father?”Edward nodded solemnly, his face a portrait of exhaustion and regret. “Yes. And Lucas isn’t even your brother. He’s Smith’s son, not Joel’s. Kian is… well, he is Smith’s son too. Hailey’s son.”The words didn’t register at first. My mind felt like it was being twisted, turned inside out. “Hailey? But how could—”“Hailey had her reasons,” Edward interrupted, his voice growing weaker but urgent. “She wanted revenge on Marg

EMMA“You were with him when it happened?” Kian’s voice broke through the silence, low and strained.We were all gathered in the hallway outside Edward’s room. The paramedics had left. The doctors had confirmed what we already knew. Edward Smith, the patriarch of E&J Empire, was gone.Hailey stood by the wall, arms folded across her chest, jaw clenched tight. “Yes,” she answered finally, her voice barely audible. “He collapsed in front of me.”Lucas ran both hands through his hair and leaned back against the opposite wall. “And he said something before he died?”I nodded. “He said it wasn’t Margaret who killed my father.”Silence dropped again. Sylvia shifted uneasily beside Lucas. “What does that mean?” she asked, but there was no curiosity in her voice—only fear.Hailey looked at me then. “Did he say who did?”“No.” My voice cracked. “He never got the chance.”Kian’s eyes were dark, unreadable. “This can’t be real. We just—he was fine yesterday.”“No, he wasn’t,” Hailey cut in. “He’s