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 2
Angel groaned loudly. She wanted to shove her heels into Finn's big mouth because she was sick of hearing his chatter.
"What?" Angel asked fiercely.
"I think my brother needs a wife to stop his bad habit. He is thirty-six. My mother will set his up with one of her socialite friends' children."
"Do you think Xander would want to be matched with a stranger he's never met?"
"No. Of course, not. Xander and my mother are in a cold war now. My mother will fly here from Milan this weekend to lecture my stubborn brother."
"Well, your mother has every right to be worried about Xander's future. What about you?" Angel changed the topic quickly.
She didn't want to suddenly faint in front of Finn just because they were talking about a lucky woman who would be Xander's future wife. Angel wasn't ready to see her boss get married to someone. Seeing Xander dating some beautiful women broke her heart. She couldn't imagine herself coming to Xander's wedding. It would break her heart even more.
"I have Lucretia. And our relationship got good approval from my family and her family. You know, I'm safe. I won't be matched with anyone."
"Yeah, how lucky you are. Lucretia is so kind to date an ugly guy like you," Angel stuck out her tongue mockingly.
"I'm not blessed with good looks like my brother. He always makes me jealous," Finn snorted as he folded his arms across his chest.
Together they watched the couples dance on the dance floor. Men and women danced gracefully to the classical music from the orchestra. Angela had to be content with just being a spectator because she didn't have a partner to dance with. She didn't even have any friends other than Finn at the office.
Working as Xander's secretary meant she didn't have many friends in the office. She always just followed Xander wherever he took her. She rarely went to the cafe with the staff during lunch time because sometimes Xander took her to have lunch with his clients. Angela only knew a few people at the party, including the reception staff, Clara, Celine, and Gloria. They danced with their respective partners and seemed to really enjoy the party. The men seemed to be from the marketing division. She had heard rumors that the men in the marketing division were quite attractive. Some of them were even quite handsome. Unfortunately, Angela was never attracted to the men in her office like she was attracted to Xander.
"What are you doing here?"
His hoarse and sexy voice startled Angela who was lost in thought. Her body stiffened. She looked down to hide the blush on her face. It was as if she had just been caught red-handed imagining her boss in all kinds of dirty fantasies.
"Hey brother, what are you doing in this quiet and boring corner of the ballroom?"
"What are you doing here? You already have Lucretia. Don't flirt with my secretary."
Xander frowned at Angel.
"Are you okay, Ms. Celeste?"
"Y-yeah. I'm fine," Angela stuttered, tucking her hair behind her ear.
"Don't worry bro, she's safe with me. I was just chatting with Angel. And just so you know I'm not flirting with Angel. I am loyal to Lucretia."
Xander ignored Finn's sarcasm, and jumped to the next topic.
"You should enjoy the party by dancing with the others."
"I'm not in the mood. I don't think Angel does either, so I accompanied her here."
"Don't you want to dance with someone, Angel?"
"Eee... I'm a little dizzy after drinking champagne. So I'd better stay here."
"You only took a few sips. It won't give you a headache."
Damn! Angel cursed in her heart. Whether Xander was really paying attention to her all along or he was just guessing, but what he said was very true. She didn't drink much champagne tonight. Actually, she wasn't in the mood to attend this party because she knew that Xander would definitely be the center of the world for all those women.
"Hey dude, don't push Angel too much. You know that men and women are different. For you, a few sips of champagne won't give you a headache. But women have very complicated hormones. Besides, it's her day."
"The day? It's Thursday, Friday night."
Finn rolled his eyes in annoyance. His brother might be a cassanova, but he was a complete fool when it came to women.
"I know it's Friday night. But that's not it. Angel is having her period."
Angel's eyes widened. How could Finn say something like that in front of her boss? Oh God, Angel wanted to hide behind a pillar now. She was embarrassed to face Xander.
"Really Angel?"
Finn looked at her sharply. Angel was forced to nod even though she wasn't in her period.
"Are you okay? You can go home and rest if you are sick."
"That is a good idea. I'll go home and call a taxi."
"She is sick." Finn suddenly interrupted. "You should take her home."
"You don't need to. I can call an Uber or a taxi myself."
"Let my brother take you home, Angel. You should not take a taxi home alone."
Angel shook her head firmly, trying to reject Finn's crazy idea.
"Hey, are you deaf? Go take Angel home now."
Before Xander could speak, a sexy woman with burgundy hair came from behind his back. The burgundy woman touched Xander's shoulder gently. The nude nail polish sprinkled with fake diamonds looked very contrasting with the dark suit Xander was wearing tonight.
"Honey, what took you so long?"
"I'm talking to my brother."
"Oh. And who is this woman?"
The burgundy woman looked at Angel with a scornful look. Her eyes moved openly to scan Angel's body from head to toe. That made Angel very angry and humiliated.
"I'm Mr. Whithold-"
"She's my secretary, Angela Celeste. And this is my little brother, Finn."
"Laudya Estelle," The burgundy woman said briefly.
"Xander, we need to get back on the dance floor. They are all waiting for us."
"Why don't you go yourself and let my brother stay here with us."
"Xander is my partner tonight."
Angel knew what the blonde woman said meant. Xander would not only be her dance partner, but he would also be her partner in bed.
"Okay. Finn, please call a taxi or Uber for Angel. Make sure she gets home safely. I have to go back to my party."
Finn snorted. Angel gave him a sharp look to stop him from blabbering nonsense in front of Xander.
"Don't worry, I'll be fine. Enjoy the party. See you at the office on Monday."
There was a part of Angel that didn't want to leave Xander tonight. Her legs felt very heavy as she turned to leave the ballroom. She always felt that feeling every time she had to go home first and leave Xander with his party. She was sure Xander wouldn't party without dragging one of the most beautiful women at the party into his bed. She was really stupid for hoping that she would be one of the women Xander took to his bed. Yeah, even it was just once, Angel really wanted to try it. But she knew things like that wouldn't be good for her career and their relationship at the office.
"Angel, wait for me. Why are you walking so fast?"
Finn caught up with her when she was standing in the lobby waiting for her Uber to come.
"What are you doing here? You should stay inside to party with the others."
"Tsk, the party is boring. I miss Lucretia."
"You should follow her to Paris. She will definitely be delighted to find you in one of the bleachers to watch her walk down the catwalk."
"Actually, I really want to, but I can't leave the office. Xander threatened to cut my salary by fifty percent if I missed work too often."
Angel laughed. The Whithold brothers were such contrasts. Xander was cold and a workaholic, while Finn was warm and not so workaholic. Finn enjoyed life more than Xander. Finn could laugh whenever he wanted to laugh, while Xander never laughed. Finn was a man who was loyal to one woman, while Xander had many women in his life. The differences in their characteristics were too contrasting. That was what made Angel sometimes doubt the sibling relationship between them.
"You have to work harder. Like Xander."
"Tsk, that's boring. Xander can't enjoy life because he works too much."
"I admit that's true. He rarely smiles like you."
"You're not the only one who wants to see him smile. By the way, are you sure you don't want me to take you home?"
"Nope. I'm fine with Uber. I should have brought my own car instead of accepting Xander's offer to come here with him."
"I told you that Xander is an asshole. He abandoned you after using you to pose in front of all the cameras tonight."
She admitted it was true. Xander used her to come to the party as his partner on the red carpet. And after all the red carpet ceremonies ended, Xander quickly forgot about her and went with the beautiful women who surrounded him.
"It is my duty to accompany him on the red carpet because I'm his secretary."
"That's right. But sometimes Xander goes too far with you. He asks too much of you."
"Never mind, Finn. No need to make a big deal out of it. I'm fine, okay. Look, my Uber has arrived."
She waved softly at Finn and hurriedly got into the car. She wanted to calm herself down. She had heard enough of Finn's words about Xander. Tonight would be like any other night. She would sleep with Xander's face in every erotic dream.
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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.
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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.