All Chapters of My Boss Has Been Secretly Leaving Me Money Every Day: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I only discovered the money in my drawer because the lock broke.That morning, I clocked in for work as usual.On a whim, I decided to check a drawer I hadn’t opened once since joining the company. But the second I turned the key, it snapped in the lock with a sharp clack.Emilia Foster from HR rushed over to help me replace the lock.She yanked hard, pulling the entire drawer clear out of the desk.The instant she flipped the drawer upside down, a thick stack of hundred-dollar bills dropped to the floor with a loud thud.Both of us froze.“Wait... you keep cash at your desk?” Emilia asked, staring in shock.I shook my head, thoroughly confused. “Why on earth would I leave money at the office? That’s not mine.”She stooped down to pick up the bills, counting through the stack. Then she looked up at me, wide-eyed.“There’s forty-five thousand dollars here.”My mind went completely blank.My monthly salary was only six thousand dollars, and my bank balance rarely hit five fig

I nodded.He let out a visible sigh of relief. “Good, that’s good.”I was completely speechless. “Mr. Beaumont, that’s not the point.“The point is, why are you giving me this money?”He raised his head and looked at me.His eyes were dark, concealing something I couldn’t quite read.After a long pause, he finally spoke, “Because I owe you.”I froze. “Owe me?”“Mm. I’ve owed you for many years.”My mind spun rapidly.I genuinely couldn’t recall ever meeting this multi-billionaire boss of mine.I let out an awkward laugh. “Mr. Beaumont, are you sure you haven’t mistaken me for someone else? I’m twenty-two years old, and I’ve lived in Oakhaven my entire life.“I came straight to work for this company right after graduating from college. We’ve never met before, have we?”He looked at me quietly and said, “We have.”My heart squeezed. “When?”Instead of answering, he pushed the bag of cash back in front of me. “Keep it. There will be more every day from now on.”I frowned,

He didn’t answer me. He simply folded the yellowed paper with care and slipped it back into his pocket.Standing off to the side, Mrs. Gable cast Damian a hesitant, conflicted look before letting out a sigh and walking inside.Only the two of us remained in the courtyard. The wind rustled through the leaves of the sycamore tree, sounding like someone whispering faint, indecipherable words right into my ear.“Mr. Beaumont,” my voice trembled slightly. “That line on the back of the paper... what on earth does it mean?”He lowered his eyes, his eyelashes casting a light shadow over his face.I had never seen him look like this before.At the office, Damian was always cool and collected, never so much as twitching an eyebrow during high-stakes board meetings.Yet right now, standing in front of me, his knuckles turned stark white as he gripped the edge of his pocket, as though desperately trying to bottle up something that was about to overflow.“Juliet,” he finally spoke, his voic

I shrank back a step, my back pressing against the wall as my heart hammered violently in my chest.Arranging for us to stay in the same villa? What is he trying to do?By the time I returned to my desk, a new email popped up on my computer screen.The sender was Damian, and I was the sole recipient.“You probably already know about the anniversary trip. The temperature at Mount Crest View drops at night, so bring a jacket. Also, make sure to keep the cash in your drawer safe—it’s what you deserve.”What I deserve.I stared at those words at least ten times.What did he mean by, “What I deserve”?Because of a ridiculous IOU I forced him to sign when I was six years old?Or was it because of something else?I pulled out my phone, found that unknown number, and sent a text back: “You said he owes me a life. Whose life was it?”The message went out, only to sink into complete silence.When it was time to clock out, I ran into Damian in the elevator.It was just the two of us

Then, the scene cut to black.Flames. Dense smoke. Piercing screams.Choked by the thick smoke, I couldn’t open my eyes and curled up in a corner, crying helplessly.Someone was shouting, “Juliet, Juliet, where are you?!” before a pair of hands lifted me off the ground.Those hands were very small—not an adult’s hands, but a child’s.“Don’t be scared, Juliet. I’ll carry you out on my back.”It was Damian’s voice, but he was coughing violently as well.He carried me on his back, bending low as he sprinted toward the exit.Debris dropped from the ceiling above. He side-stepped sharply to dodge, but a burning wooden beam snapped and slammed directly onto his back. He let out a muffled groan, but didn’t stop—he kept running.As we reached the doorway, firefighters rushed in from outside and pulled me into their arms.I looked back at him. He was collapsed on the ground, the back of his shirt fully ablaze, his face a bloody, mangled blur.Using every last ounce of his strength, h