Lahat ng Kabanata ng My heart surrendered to the Boss: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

The sirens wailed into the night, red, and blue lights flashing rhythmically through the window. A thought crossed my mind—that I could ask those police officers for help, that they could rescue me and keep me safe. Far from Cassian, far from Diane and Liam. I rose from the bed, heading toward the window, but Cassian stopped me, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me close to his body. “I wouldn’t recommend going near the window, little squirrel,” he guided me back to the bed, seating me on it. “Get some sleep. I’ll handle this in a minute and be right back.” “No, wait!” I said, raising my hand, but Cassian had already vanished through the door. There were no gunshots or screams. The sirens shut off minutes after he left me alone in the room. Any hope that had taken root in my heart died in that instant. Of course, Cassian would have contacts in the police—otherwise, it’d be impossible for him to operate so freely. Physically and emotionally exhausted, I co

The situation was strange and utterly confusing. For a man claiming to be Cassian’s friend, Jack Harris had an appearance that could almost be mistaken for welcoming. His short, reddish hair was slightly tousled, likely from the strong winds outside the mansion. His intense brown eyes watched my every move with keen attention. The only hint of his age was the few gray strands mixed with his vibrant orange hair and the thick beard covering his jawline. “You shouldn’t be here, Mr. Harris,” though Harry tried to sound cordial with the redheaded man before me, his gaze and tone betrayed his clear disapproval. Jack Harris turned to the Lieutenant, their heights nearly matching, with Jack being a few centimeters shorter than Harry. “Didn’t know you’d been demoted, Clarke. Harassing young maids like this doesn’t seem like a Lieutenant’s job,” Jack’s tone sent a shiver down my spine, even though his voice sounded relaxed. I couldn’t see his face or Harry’s, and I preferred it sta

As soon as I was ready, I sent messages to Chloe and Amy, arranging to meet up after so long. I was excited. Having that moment of freedom was a breath of fresh air after everything I’d witnessed. The warm, cozy atmosphere was the complete opposite of London’s gray, chilly morning. My friends were already seated, but the moment they saw me walk in, they stood, greeting me with tight hugs. “Chloe told me you were okay, but I still worried,” Amy said, gripping my hands tightly in hers. “I’m sorry, Amy. Things have been hectic with work and college.” “I heard about what happened from some upperclassmen, but it didn’t make the news,” Chloe commented as we settled at the table. “I… wasn’t there that day. I was at my part-time job,” I said, trying to cover it up while scanning the menu. “Really?” Chloe said, leaning over the table toward me, her big blue eyes sparkling like a summer sky. “But, girl, you’ve got the club. Do you need money? Is that old hag tormenting you

I tried to smile, pretending to be familiar with Jack as I turned, putting my back to Daniel so he wouldn’t see the lie in my eyes. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here, Mr. Harris.” Jack smiled, clearly enjoying the stupid game he’d dragged me into. “You think I’d forget? I suppose it was the joy of finding you, Miss Reed.” “This is ridiculous!” Daniel’s voice came low and fierce from behind me. “You’re Lily’s new employer? You expect me to believe that?” His words hit me hard, especially since I’d just confirmed Jack was my boss. I looked at my boyfriend, whose eyes remained fixed on the redheaded man before him. Jack let out a dry laugh, reaching into his coat to pull out a pack of cigarettes, lighting one with grace and elegance. He studied Daniel carefully before turning to me. “Who’s this kid, Lily?” My face flushed the moment my nickname slipped from Jack’s lips, and at the same time, Daniel lunged at him, shoving me aside with more force than necessary. I couldn

Guilt and fear overwhelmed me. My entire body trembled as my legs gave way. I couldn’t organize my thoughts or muster excuses to defend myself. I was thinking of Cassian, comparing him to my boyfriend, and worse, choosing Cassian over Daniel. Under Daniel’s piercing gaze, my throat closed up, air wouldn’t reach my lungs, and my eyes burned with tears I couldn’t shed. Turbulent, dangerous emotions swirled within me, leaving me utterly powerless and weak before Daniel and his accusations. When I lifted my gaze, I met gentle eyes. Daniel looked at me with softness, a calm expression, his chest rising and falling steadily. It seemed he’d calmed down. I wanted to talk to him, explain everything, and put the misunderstandings behind us. To return to how things were. But even though I longed to approach him and hug him, my body wouldn’t obey. Daniel’s explosive reaction, his aggression, and jealousy were glaring red flags—the kind our mothers always warn us to avoid. In my ca