Love from My Dominant Boss

I stopped in my tracks briefly upon hearing that and stormed off without looking back.

I’m nothing but an outsider to this family… No one gives a damn what I say or do. Sometimes, I even wonder if I’m actually adopted…

I couldn’t fall asleep after returning to my room as my mom’s words from earlier kept echoing in my head.

After a bit of tossing and turning in bed, I decided to give Natalie a call and ask her if she was feeling any better. To my surprise, I saw a text message from Michael when I unlocked my phone.

Curious as to what he sent me, I quickly tapped on it with my trembling fingers.

Michael: Give me a call when you get back tomorrow. I’ll go pick you up at the station.

He wants to come pick me up…

I was shaking all over from shock and confusion as to why he was suddenly being so nice to me.

However, there was no denying the fact that I felt happy when I read his text.

wasted no time and quickly replied: I will,

mood, but Michael’s

instead of a CEO, I probably would’ve fallen in love with him ages ago! Sure, he’s quite domineering and unreasonable, but he

would reply to my text, but that was just wishful thinking on

waiting for his reply which never came,

breakfast by the time I finished showering and brushing my

a good night’s sleep, but he still

had spent more than half of the hundred thousand on paying off his gambling debt, and that made me

I couldn’t do that or Mom would definitely cut ties with

from his glass of milk, Steven shifted his gaze towards me and asked, “I heard you found yourself a rich boyfriend, Anna. Is that true? When are you going to introduce him to us? We

referring to Michael, but I knew

a glare and said coldly, “No, I don’t have a rich boyfriend. Also, drop the act, will you? I know

me, Anna? What, I can’t even care about my

the hot-tempered guy that he was, Steven got angry and raised his voice at

anymore, for goodness’ sake! It’s time you found yourself a proper job!” I snapped

but he has gotten himself into so much trouble over the years that whatever patience I had left has

indignant look as he protested, “Do you see that, Mom? She’s lecturing me every day when you and Dad haven’t even said

been very polite with him earlier as all I wanted was for him to

two more years, and I’m sure he’ll turn out just fine! You should stop being such a nitpicker, Anna! Who hasn’t made a couple of mistakes in life,

never speak up for me, not even once. Whenever Steven and I got into arguments, I was the one she pinned the blame on. Seriously,