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 5
"Xa... Xander. Since when were you there?"
"Since you told that stranger about my bad side."
"It's not what you think."
"Do you know what I'm thinking?"
Xander leaned forward until his face and Angel's were almost touching. Only a few more inches before he could kiss those pink lips that were panting frantically. But he had better save the best for later. Xander chose to enjoy Angel's sweet body scent and the tantalizing sight of her braless breasts.
She's damn hot! Xander groaned inwardly. How could he have never noticed it all this time? He would soon break his own oath if he did not straighten his back quickly. He would fuck his secretary right then and there!
"I-I didn't mean to badmouth you."
"I heard everything you said earlier."
"I apologize."
Angel looked really guilty. Cold sweat slid down the back of her neck and all over her body. Her eyes moved restlessly to the right and left, as if expecting someone to come to help her.
"You and Finn bad-mouthed me at the café. And now you're doing it with a stranger, huh? What's your real problem, Angel? You hate me? Do you have a grudge against me? What? Tell me the truth."
His hand moved to lift Angel's chin so she would have no reason to avoid his gaze.
"Hey man, this woman is with me."
"This girl is mine. She is my lover."
"What?"
Xander smirked at Angel. His arms wrapped around her waist possessively, as if he really was her boyfriend.
"You have a boyfriend? You said-"
"No, Dimitri. I don't-"
"She keeps her relationship with me a secret."
Angel panicked when Dimitri started to get off his stool to approach Xander. Dimitri pushed Xander hard and slapped his hand away from her waist.
"She's not your lover. Don't pretend to be her lover, dude."
"Wait. I know him, Dimitri. He... he is..."
"If you know him, why did you lie to me? Why didn't you admit he was your boyfriend?"
"That's because..." Angel glanced at Xander in frustration.
"Because I'm her boss"
"Oh, so you're that rude guy? You often play with women and get your secretary into trouble, huh?"
"Dimitri stop it. That is not true. Xander wasn't like that. I... I was just lying."
"Seriously? Angel, you said your boss is a bastard who often orders you to clean up the mess he makes in the office," Dimitri looked at Angel with a frown and a disappointed look.
Angel gulped nervously. She was trapped in her own game. "I apologize. My boss is not like that. Xander Whithold is a good boss."
"You said your boss was an old man with a pot-belly and a perverted brain."
"A-actually...."
"Angel has a great sense of humor. She didn't mean that. I forbid her from sharing my profile with strangers. But because you just slapped my hand and accused me of hurting Angel, I'm forced to show my true identity to you."
Xander placed his palm on Angel's shoulder. He made a very clear gesture in front of Dimitri that Angel was his.
"Forgive me. I didn't mean to lie to you, Dimitri," Angel looked very sorry.
"You don't have to pay for my drink. I will pay for it myself and pay yours as an apology."
"No, you don't need to. Let that be my business. Dexter!" Xander quickly turned to Dexter, who had been looking at the three of them with a face full of interest.
"Put both of their bills on my bill."
"Aye-aye captain. Done."
"Well, now I need my secretary. Go away. Look for other women on the dance floor who are interested in you. This woman is mine."
Angel was busy praying silently that there wouldn't be a fight because of her actions. She had just made a fatal mistake by badmouthing Xander in front of a stranger she had only just met. Dimitri shot her a disappointed look. After Xander shooed him away, he turned to leave without saying anything. But he was clearly angry because he had been cheated.
"Who is that man? Do you really know him?"
"We just met on the dance floor. What are you doing here?!" Angel screamed irritably.
"Do I need to get your permission to go to the club?" whispered Xander sensually in her ear.
"You shouldn't act like that. I mean, why are you suddenly claiming me as your girlfriend?" she freaked out.
"I was trying to save you from that bastard."
Her body shuddered at the feeling of Xander's breath on her ear. She had never stood so close to her boss. Their bodies were almost pressed together. Xander still rested his hot palms on her bare shoulders. Angel wasn't stupid that Xander was currently staring at the V-neck of her very short dress.
"I'm a grown man. I decide for myself where and when I will go somewhere, Angel."
"O-okay. I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to badmouth you earlier."
"So, what were you doing with him?"
"Just trying to find an interesting topic. He was the one who initially asked what I did for a living, then we talked about the strict boss to avoid awkwardness."
"Who did you come here with?"
"My cousin, Ellena. She had just returned from shooting in Las Vegas and wanted to loosen her frayed nerves. She took me here."
"Where is she now? Your cousin shouldn't have left you alone," Xander grumbled as he took a sip of his vodka.
His arm was still on Angel's shoulder. He marked his possessions clearly so that no man would try to approach Angel again.
"I think she has found an interesting man. I saw her chatting with someone on the dance floor."
Angel looked around frantically among the dozens of people who were swaying on the dance floor. Ellena was nowhere to be seen. She wanted to ask her cousin for help, so she could escape from Xander's clutches. But as far as her eyes could see, she only found strangers. Her cousin was nowhere to be found.
"By the way, Angel, I didn't think that you could turn into a naughty woman," Xander's eyes flashed like a predator.
"I'm having fun here. You have no right to criticize my style."
She tried to cover her cleavage with her arms. But that was a terrible idea because her breasts looked like they were going to jump out of Ellena's mini-bra cup.
"It's true. I'm not criticizing you, I'm admiring the beauty that you rarely show in the office."
Angel's body shivered as Xander's fingertips gently rubbed her thighs. She had dreamed about it for months after becoming Xander's secretary. In every erotic dream she imagined Xander touching her skin with his warm but firm palms. But all her erotic dreams were nothing compared to the real touch of Xander's hot palms. Her body was tingling, and melting like melted chocolate. She was afraid that Xander would see her hardened breasts under that super mini dress.
"Sorry, I have to go home."
Angel hastily jumped up from her stool. She shuffled away from Xander until she was sure Xander's fingers were no longer on her skin.
"You have a meeting at eight tomorrow and I have to come to the office at seven to prepare everything."
"Good girl. I like having a secretary like you. How are you going to get home? Did you bring your car?"
"Ellena and I took a taxi because we were worried we would be too drunk when we got home and wouldn't be able to drive ourselves."
Angel suddenly felt sad because she had to go home alone without Ellena. Her cousin would definitely never remember her while she was busy fondling her date.
"I'll take you home."
"No. You don't have to drive me home. I'll call a taxi."
"You think I'm going to let you go home alone with that dress, huh?" Xander looked at Angel's body from head to toe. But he deliberately lingered on the V-neck section, which had the most beautiful view. He licked his lips as erotic images of himself licking his secretary's cleavage danced in his mind..
"Wear my jacket to cover your body."
"But I'm not cold."
"Who said this jacket is to keep your body warm? This jacket is to cover your transparent body."
"You think this dress is made of plastic, huh?"
"You really look like you're wearing plastic instead of a dress. You had perky breasts that almost jumped out of the small cup of your bra. People will be happy to see you without a jacket."
Angel grabbed the sports jacket from Xander's hands roughly. She didn't like the way Xander described her appearance tonight. She knew that she had made a mistake by wearing Ellena's tight dress. If she could turn back time, she would like to wear her own dress and appear more covered.
"Do not frown. You're prettier when you smile."
"You don't have to pretend to flatter me. I know I'm no match for your dates."
"Of course you're no match for them. Because you are at a higher level than them."
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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
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Everything shattered when a burner phone buzzed in my hand with a message that turned my blood to ice: "I know your secret, Everly."
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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.