All Chapters of Owned by my husband’s boss: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Anna stepped into the office. Anthony’s face lit up the moment he saw her. She narrowed her eyes at him, stepping closer to his desk with the file clutched in her hand.“Here is the file, sir,” she said.He chuckled, standing up from his chair. “Sir?” he repeated, walking around the desk toward her.“Yes,” she said.He closed the distance between them and wrapped his hands around her waist.“What are you doing?” She tried to twist away, her eyes darting toward the door. “We aren’t doing any of this here, remember?”He didn't answer with words, choosing instead to run a thumb gently across her cheek. “I have missed us so much. I realize I have been spending a lot more time at the hospital than with you.”“And I truly understand. I mean, you just got your mom back after so many years, so it makes sense,” she replied.But Anthony wasn't listening. His gaze dropped to her bright red lips. He leaned in and pressed his mouth to hers. She tapped his shoulder to push him away, but the gesture

"What did you fucking do!" Jake roared.His fist flew forward, smashing hard into Emmett’s jaw. Emmett stumbled backward, his eyes widening in shock as Jake stepped into his space, his face contorted in pure, blinding rage."I told you specifically to kill Anthony!" Jake screamed, driving another brutal punch right into Emmett's face. "Why the hell did you shoot my mother-in-law?!"Emmett hit the floor, coughing violently as dark blood sprayed from his mouth onto the linoleum. "It was an accident!" he wheezed, clutching his broken jaw, his voice cracking with pain. "I didn't mean to shoot her! Anthony was right there, and she just came out of nowhere! I promise you, Jake, I didn't mean to hit her!"Jake ripped his hands through his hair, pacing the room like a caged animal. His chest heaved. He was completely suffocated by panic."You killed her. She is fucking dead," Jake whispered. He stopped pacing, his knees suddenly shaking so badly he could barely stand. "No... no, this... my fu

"Innocent? You're actually calling that woman innocent?" Naomi stepped right up to the edge of the metal table, leaning over it, her eyes wild. "If I wanted to end your mother, I would have had the fucking balls to do it myself a long time ago. But you know what? I should thank whoever actually pulled that trigger. Because that woman was a monster, Anna. She was a monster, and she always will be!""Naomi!" Anna screamed, the sound tearing from her throat as she tried to break Anthony's locking grip.Naomi just laughed again, a harsh, grating sound. "I really don't have a damn thing to do with your mother's death, and I am going to walk out of this cell, Anna. I know you set this up. You paid that shooter to say my name, didn't you? And here I thought you might actually be different from her. But then again, that vile woman's blood runs straight through your veins, so of course you're just like her. But I am not taking the fall for this.""That's enough talking. Move it," a stern femal

The steady hum of medical monitors filled the private room. Anthony stood by the large window, arms crossed, watching the doctors check on his mother. His face was a blank mask—he had learned long ago to lock every emotion behind iron walls.A gentle tap on his shoulder pulled him back. Lola stood beside him.“She’s going to get better, Anthony,” she murmured, gazing through the glass. “I know she will.”He gave a quiet nod. After a moment, he lowered his voice. “Where exactly did you find Vikram?”Lola offered a faint, mysterious smile. “I have my ways.”Anthony matched her weary smile. He no longer questioned why their father had gone to such lengths to keep their mother from recovering. That was simply who he was.The door clicked open. Vikram stepped into the hallway, peeling off his gloves. He walked straight to Anthony.“Everything is under control,” Vikram said calmly. “Her vitals are stabilizing. She will recover with time.”Anthony exhaled deeply. “Thank you, Vikram. For show

"What?" Anthony asked, his head snapping toward his mother. Complete confusion crossed his features. "I should get her out of this house?" he repeated, wanting to make absolutely sure he had heard her correctly."Yes. I don’t feel safe around her," his mom replied flatly.The words hit Anna like a physical blow. A sharp sting pierced her heart, and hot tears instantly welled in her eyes as she looked down at the floor."You haven't even gotten to know her, and you're already saying this?" Anthony's voice dropped, a heavy hint of irritation cutting through his words as he stepped closer to Anna."I don't need to get to know her," his mother snapped back, crossing her arms defensively. "I don't like her, and I refuse to stay in this house if she is going to be here.""Mom, I think you really need to calm down," Lola chimed in quietly, looking nervously between them."No, I won't calm down! I can't sit back and watch my son make a massive mistake," she insisted. Her tone suddenly shifted