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.

no time and

Mom had left me in a very bad mood, but Michael’s text

Sure, he’s quite domineering and unreasonable, but he did help me out a lot in life! I know he’s not a bad guy at heart. He’s just gotten used to being

to my text, but that

waiting for his reply which never came, and it was already morning when I woke

had made us all breakfast by the time I finished showering and brushing

had sobered up after a good night’s sleep, but he still looked as

how Mom had spent more than half of the hundred thousand on paying off his gambling debt, and that made me feel like hitting him

do that or Mom would definitely cut ties with me

After taking a sip 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

but I knew it wasn’t Michael’s character that

“No, I don’t have a rich boyfriend. Also, drop the act, will

so mean to me, Anna? What, I can’t even care about

got angry and

you should worry about yourself! You’re not a kid anymore, for goodness’ sake! It’s time you found yourself a proper job!” I snapped back at him

actually concerned about me! We may be siblings, but he has gotten himself into so much trouble over the years that whatever patience I had

indignant look as he protested, “Do you see that, Mom? She’s lecturing

very polite with him earlier as all I wanted

and I’m sure he’ll turn out just fine! You should stop being such a nitpicker,

up for me, not even once. Whenever Steven and I got into arguments, I was the one she pinned the blame on. Seriously, does she not realize that Steven turned out like