All Chapters of My Bastard Boss Wants Me In His Bed: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

~~ETHEL~~My mouth dried up like the desert. The pendant sat in Keanu's palm like an accusation, catching the dim light from the cabin windows. I stared at it, and my vision blurred at the edges for a moment.This wasn't the way it was supposed to go. I had just been planning to tell him. I had promised myself I would tell him when I woke up. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.Keanu's face wasn't angry. It was confused. His brow was furrowed, his eyes searching mine like he was trying to solve a puzzle that didn't make sense. That was almost worse than anger."Ethel." He said my name carefully, like he was trying not to spook me. "Where did you find this? This is my father's pendant. Did you find it somewhere? Did you buy it from a store?" He walked towards me. "Why didn't you tell me?""I found it at my father's apartment." I forced the words from my throat.Keanu paused. "Your father's apartment?""Yes."He looked down at the pendant, then back at me. "Where did he find it?"I

~~KEANU~~The porch was dark. I hadn't turned on the lights when I returned. I'd just sat down on the wooden floorboards, my back against the railing, and stared at nothing.My father's pendant was still in my hand. I'd been holding it for what felt like hours, turning it over and over, feeling the weight of it.Ten years of searching for it, hoping it would lead me to the murderer, and all this time it had been sitting in David Sterling's drawer. That's where it had been. In the drawer of a man who had watched my father die.The same man whose medical debts I'd cleared and pre-paid for any procedure he might need in the future. The fucking bastard must've been laughing at me the entire time.And Ethel had known the truth for three days. Three days she'd looked at me and said she loved me, and all that time, she'd known exactly who her father was.Car headlights swept across the porch, blinding me for a moment. I squinted and raised a hand to block the light until the engine cut off a

~~ETHEL~~A scream tore out of my throat.I was on my knees before I registered moving, my hands reaching for my father's body before my brain could catch up. He was on his back, his eyes wide open and staring at nothing.There was so much blood. It had come from his throat, and it was everywhere."Dad. Dad!"I pressed my hands against the wound even though there was barely any blood coming out now. The sticky blood that was already there soaked through my fingers."Please, Dad. Please say something. Please—""Ethel." Maya's voice shook behind me. "Ethel, look at me. He—""Call the ambulance," I said, cutting her off. "Please, Maya. Call the ambulance.""Ethel, I don't think—""Call the fucking ambulance!"I heard her fumbling in her pocket, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps. Her fingers were shaking so badly she almost dropped the phone."I already did."I looked up at the sound of Keanu's voice. He was still standing in the same spot, his hands at his sides, his face unread

~~KEANU~~"It's been two days." I was pacing the length of my study, my phone pressed to my ear, my jaw so tight it ached. "Why the fuck are they still not releasing the body?"Edwards's calm voice came through. "Apparently the coroner wants to collect minute traces of evidence from the body. It's standard procedure.""It shouldn't be taking more than two days for this. Ethel deserves the chance to bury her father."I stopped pacing and stared out the window. The city was so vast and bright, an absolute contrast to how I felt. Somewhere out there, Ethel was hurting. And I couldn't do a thing about it.It had been two days since I'd found David Sterling on the floor of his apartment with his throat slit. I still couldn't forget how Ethel couldn't even look me in the eyes.I hadn't heard a word from her since. Not a text. Not a call. Nothing.I could have reached out to her. I should have reached out to her. But I didn't. I couldn't. Not while she still thought I might be the one who ki

~~ETHEL~~"I am so sorry for your loss, Ethel. Your father was a good man. My deepest condolences." The older woman tapped me sympathetically on the arm."Thank you, Mrs. Morrison," I said, nodding in what I hoped was an appreciative way.I hadn't been prepared for how draining it was to have so many people wanting to sympathize with me. I'd almost forgotten just how many people had loved and appreciated my father as a person.Almost a hundred and twenty people had showed up to the chapel after hearing about Dad's death one way or the other. In front of the church, Dad's casket was open for those standing around to see him.People came up to me one by one and spoke about him in the best way. They told stories I'd never heard before about his kindness, his humor, the way he'd helped people without ever expecting anything in return.It aligned with the man I'd always known, not who I'd found out he once became.It had been two days since Edwards had come to my apartment. I'd been sittin