THE DEVILISH BOSS
Angela Celeste secretly has a crush on her hot and sexy boss, Xander Whithold. He is the dream of every high-class woman in New York. Everyone in New York knows Xander as the god Adonis. As his secretary, Angel doesn't have the guts to cross the line. She will only admire Xander from afar while working as his secretary.
But things change so fast when they accidentally run into each other at the club. Xander sees Angel in a different form. She doesn't look like Ms. Celeste, his very formal secretary at the office. Angela shows a different side of herself; wild, passionate, and sexy. He can't control his possessiveness towards Angela when a stranger approaches her. Xander grabs Angela's hand and kisses her. Impulsively, he tells the man that Angela is his girlfriend, while Xander has a fiancée who has been engaged to him since he was a child.
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Chapter 1
"You are fucking beautiful, Angel. You're like an angel."
"Um-hum? This is special for you," she whispered sensually as she wrapped her arms around her boss's neck.
"Really? I like it. I like your new look."
Angel cheered happily when her boss's wide palm touched her cheek. They stared at each other in the middle of the ballroom with all the envious looks directed at her. Angel felt like the luckiest woman in the world because her boss asked her to dance. She managed to get rid of dozens of women who wanted to dance with her boss tonight. Her arms were wrapped tighter around her boss's shoulders.
"I've been watching you all this time"
"Really? May I ask why?"
"Because of your lips. I really want to taste those pink lips. I want to suck them, then lick them."
Her breath hitched and her cheeks flushed. She didn't expect her boss to whisper such filthy words in the middle of a ballroom full of classy, upper-class people. Her skin prickled at the feel of her boss's hot breath on her face.
"People are watching us."
"Screw them. I just want to kiss you in front of all the women who want me."
"Why?"
"So they know I'm only yours," her boss winked seductively.
Her chest swelled with anticipation and nervousness. Angela felt her dress was too tight for her swollen breasts. Her boss cupped her face gently before pressing his lips to hers. Thousands of ephemeral fireworks exploded around them and became a beautiful backdrop for their kiss.
Their lips moved greedily, and Angela's fingers danced in her boss's soft hair. She pushed her boss's nape to deepen their kiss. Angela moaned softly as his palms caressed her back gently. She wasn't satisfied with just the kiss, she wanted more.
Angela opened her eyes slowly, and touched her boss's jaw gently. Their gazes collided. Her boss pulled his face away, then looked at her with a frown.
"What are you doing, Angel?"
"What?"
"What are you doing?"
A hard pat on her shoulder shattered all her dirty fantasies about her boss.
Dammit!
Angel grumbled inwardly and opened her eyes wide. She was still in the hotel ballroom, where her boss was holding a party, but she wasn't kissing her sexy boss. Instead, Finn's face appeared right in front of hers.
"What are you doing, Angel."
"Fuck off," Angel pushed Finn's face away from her.
She snorted, trying to hide her blush from her nosy best friend.
"Your face is so red. What were you thinking? You look like a horny virgin."
"Shut your damn mouth, Finn. Get away from me," Angel pushed Finn's face away from her and shifted her body to the right.
She still hadn't recovered from her fantasy of dancing with her boss. That damn Finn had ruined her imagination.
"Why is this beautiful lady so fierce?"
"Don't mock me. Finn!"
Angel growled in annoyance. She tried to control her voice so as not to scream in the middle of the important event. Finn chuckled and removed his hand from Angel's chin. It was a pleasure for him to be able to tease his brother's beautiful secretary.
"Cheer up, Angel. You've wasted this beautiful evening by daydreaming alone in this corner."
Finn swept his gaze to the corner of the hall. He found several people looking as unenthusiastic as Angel. They were the ones who were neglected at his brother's big party.
"I am not alone," Angel raised her hand. "I'm with my champagne. Get out of here if you just want to mess with me."
"Look around you. People partying like crazy, loud music, delicious food, and delicious men," Finn grinned.
"Hmm... I'd rather be left alone with my delicious champagne."
"You're wasting your chance to dance with handsome guys by staying here looking at my damn lucky brother.
Angel was silent. She was afraid that Finn would make fun of her even more if she tried to defend herself. She was indeed daydreaming while staring at her damn hot boss, and she was worried that Finn might catch her weird behavior.
"Damn. My brother uses his charm well."
"He is," she said blankly.
Xander Whithold was the hottest guy in New York. All the women wanted him in their bed. But Xander always decided who had the right to climb into bed with him. In a week maybe he could get three to four of the best women to have fun in his bed. Well, Angel was very jealous of the good fortune of these women. In the more than four years she had worked with Xander Whithold as his secretary, she had never had a single opportunity to climb into his bed.
"Xander is an ungrateful bastard. He uses his popularity to his advantage to get any woman he wants. I heard he hooked up with a really hot Victoria's Secret model last week. They spent two nights at his secluded villa in Blue Ridge."
Only God knows what Xander and the Victoria's Secret model were doing on that remote mountain. Angel didn't want to imagine anything because she would get hurt if she dared to do it.
"Hmm... Sounds good. Did you go with them to the villa?"
"I should be the one asking you, you're his secretary. Did he take you to Blue Ridge?" Finn smiled mischievously..
"I'm his secretary, not his babysitter."
"That's a bit unfair to you. Xander often takes you to important company events, but he never takes you on vacation like he does with his girlfriends."
"Finn please, what's all that nonsense for? I don't envy them."
Angel was dizzy hearing Finn's chatter. It wasn't the champagne that made her head spin and her stomach churn, but everything Finn said about Xander made her feel like she had just downed gallons of liquor.
"Do you? I just feel like he should treat you fairly."
"Oh my God, Finn! Can you stop babbling about your brother? Are you jealous of his success and luck, huh? If he's dating multiple women, that's his business. I have no right to forbid him because I am not his wife."
Angel took a sip of her champagne and placed the glass roughly on the table. She never really respected Finn even though he was Xander's brother and the financial manager at her office. Their friendship since high school made Angel unable to consider Finn as her boss. And Finn didn't mind it. Finn preferred it when Angel was less formal with him. He liked Angel's cheerfulness. But, he noticed Angel had changed a little in the past few days. She had become quieter. Sometimes he caught her daydreaming at her desk while staring at Xander's door.
"Speaking of a wife..." Finn grinned.
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9.5
I spent two years navigating the stratified air of Spencer Kensington’s world, thinking I was the woman he loved. I even ate instant ramen for months to afford a vintage camera lens for our anniversary. When I got a mysterious text about "Operation Blue Moon," I thought it was our private signal for a proposal.
Instead, I walked into a limestone fortress to find the Kensington and Van Der Woodsen Engagement Party in full swing. Spencer wasn't there for a romantic dinner; he was standing under a crystal chandelier, announcing his "business merger" with a blonde heiress.
When I confronted him in a service hallway, he didn't apologize. He offered to buy me a brownstone and keep me as his "side project" while his mother, Victoria, watched from the balcony like a queen.
"Vanessa is just furniture," he said, his voice full of a terrifying sincerity. "But you're the one I love. I can give you a life of ease."
When I refused to be his dirty little secret, the retaliation was instant and brutal. By the next morning, I was fired from my reporting job, my father’s nursing home funding was pulled, and I returned home to find my apartment condemned by the city. My entire life was piled in wet boxes on a rain-soaked sidewalk.
I couldn't understand how one family could have the power to erase a person’s existence in a single night. How could the man who kissed me yesterday watch his mother leave me homeless and penniless today?
Standing in the rain next to my ruined belongings, a black SUV pulled up and Mayor Julian Sterling stepped out. He didn't offer me pity; he offered me a deal.
"The Kensingtons are panicked," he said, his eyes cold and calculating. "And panicked people make mistakes. You have a reason to watch them burn. I want to see what you know."
I took his hand, knowing he was just as dangerous as the people I was fighting, but I was done being the victim. This wasn't just a breakup anymore; it was a war.
8.7
Emerson worked grueling twelve-hour shifts just to keep her five-year-old son, Leo, alive. Her only lifeline was her partner Alden, who was willing to give up his wealthy family to protect them.
But when Leo's bone marrow completely failed, the doctor delivered a death sentence. The only way to save him was a two-million-dollar treatment, or having another child with his biological father.
That father was Finnegan Mcconnell, the ruthless billionaire who had accused Emerson of faking her pregnancy and abandoned her five years ago.
Desperate for the medical fees, Emerson submitted her designs to Finnegan's company.
Instead of advancing the money, Finnegan tore her portfolio to shreds and trapped her as a prisoner in his estate.
To force her complete submission, he systematically destroyed her reality. He framed Alden with federal charges, leaving him facing twenty years in prison.
Alden's mother stormed into the pediatric ICU, violently strangling Emerson against the wall.
"Beg Finnegan to let my son go! You are a curse!"
Even Emerson's own adoptive mother showed up at the hospital, just to publicly mock her dying child.
Emerson was suffocating in despair. Finnegan already had a beautiful new wife and a five-year-old daughter—absolute proof he had been cheating while she was pregnant and alone.
He had his perfect family. Why did he have to hunt her down and sever every lifeline she had left, just to watch her drown?
With her son's heart monitor fading and Alden locked in a cell, her pride finally shattered.
Emerson walked into the top-floor executive office and dropped to her knees at the devil's feet, but the desperate mother looking up at him was preparing for a devastating revenge.
7.5
A single reckless action is all it takes to destroy and ruin literally everything in a person's my life. Anna's Life.
She gave herself to a stranger... and the next morning he disappeared without a trace.
She later out I was pregnant with his child.
Her family and friends completely condemned,abonded and left her all alone.
And that was the beginning of her misery and the start of something she never for once saw coming.
9.0
I stood in the corner of the grand ballroom, trying to stay invisible despite the massive diamond on my finger. As the fiancée of the billionaire Arturo Watts, I was supposed to be the most envied woman in the room, but the suffocating scent of lilies felt more like a funeral than a gala.
A waiter’s elbow clipped my arm, sending my clutch crashing to the floor and spilling its contents for everyone to see. Among my lipstick and phone lay a heavy, glittering brooch—the Pink Star diamond—that had just been reported stolen from the neck of a billionaire socialite.
"Thief! Just like her father," the crowd hissed as cameras flashed like gunfire in my face. Tiffany Watts ground her heel into my bag, her eyes gleeful as she watched the "scammer's daughter" finally get caught. Just as security reached for my wrists, Arturo stepped out of the shadows, but he wasn't there to save me. He grabbed my face and kissed me with a brutal, bruising intensity, branding me in front of the news drones to turn my humiliation into a PR stunt for his company’s stock price.
I thought I was being protected, but I soon realized I was just a prisoner in a gilded cage with new locks on the windows. I discovered the truth Arturo was trying to shred: I wasn’t his fiancée, I was his "key code." He was using my name to access fifty million dollars of my father’s hidden money, and he had blocked my FBI application to ensure I’d never uncover the trail.
"I did it for you," he whispered, standing over me with the same cold, unreadable eyes he used on his business rivals. He thought he could buy my silence with designer gowns and a fake romance, but he forgot that I am my father’s daughter.
I’m done being a liability in his corporate games. I’ve found the secret account and recorded his confession. If Arturo Watts wants to treat me like a target, I’m going to make sure I’m the one who hits the mark and takes every cent he’s hiding.
9.2
I was just a placeholder, a warm body in silk sheets to keep the bed from getting cold while my billionaire "owner," Garrick Head, dreamt of another man’s wife. To the world, I was Ever Wells, the lucky girl he’d plucked from obscurity, but in reality, I was a doll on a 145-day contract, counting every second until I could disappear.
Everything shattered when a burner phone buzzed in my hand with a message that turned my blood to ice: "I know your secret, Everly."
My real name was the one thing I had buried to protect my four-year-old son, Leo, who was hidden in a cramped apartment in Queens. Just as the blackmailer closed in, Leo’s asthma flared into a life-threatening fever, and the medication he needed cost thousands I didn't have. When I tried to siphon money to save him, Garrick sensed my desperation and froze my credit cards, mocking my "poverty" and demanding I crawl back to his bed to earn his favor.
The nightmare intensified at a high-society gala when Clarence Frazier, a dangerous ghost from my past, cornered me. He mouthed my real name in front of the cameras, his eyes promising to tear my fake life apart. Garrick’s possessiveness turned violent as he broke a man’s jaw for insulting me, yet in the same breath, he reminded me I was nothing but a "rented whore" he’d bought off a shelf.
I had to smile while he kissed me and detach my mind while he touched me, all while siphoning pennies into a hidden account. He thought he could finalize my imprisonment with a twenty-million-dollar apartment on Central Park West, calling it a gift when it was really just a heavier lock on my golden cage.
"I don't want to save the world," I whispered to the empty, marble penthouse after he fell asleep. "I just want to save my son."
With a predator from my past watching my every move and a master who treated me like a pet, I realized I couldn't wait for my contract to end. I had to run tonight, or Leo and I would both die in this cage.
9.6
Naomi Lancaster never planned to see Killian Royce again.
She had escaped his world once-walked away from the man who built his empire on power, control, and carefully concealed lies. But when fate drags her back into his orbit, one thing becomes clear: Killian isn't done with her.
He wants something.
And he always gets what he wants.
Trapped in a dangerous game of wealth and deception, Naomi is forced to question everything she thought she knew-about Killian, about their past, and about the whispers of betrayal closing in around her.
Because in Killian's world, love was never the endgame.
Revenge was.
And this time, she's not sure who will survive it.