The Boss is in Love with a Commonner

CHAPTER 5

JAVIER P.OV

As I walked through the bustling corridors of my expansive tech firm, I couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of purpose. Amidst all my other business ventures, I had decided to dedicate more attention to this particular company. It held the potential for something great, and I wanted to see it flourish.

Entering my spacious office, I sank into the plush chair, allowing its comforting embrace to relax my weary back.

The momentary respite allowed my mind to wander, and memories of the mysterious woman I had encountered a few days ago flooded back to me.

Her enchanting presence had lingered in my thoughts, and I found myself unable to suppress a smile as the memories played out in my mind. She was a captivating individual, unlike anyone I had met before. The encounter had left an indelible mark on me, and I was compelled to learn more about her.

Reaching for the intercom, I summoned my personal assistant, Karl, his presence always a reliable anchor in my bustling world.

"Have you obtained the CCTV footage from the airplane I took?" I inquired, a tinge of urgency in my voice.

"Yes, boss," he responded promptly, handing me the disk containing the footage I requested.

"Excellent. I need you to extract any information you can about that woman. Time is of the essence," I commanded, my tone conveying the significance of the task.

I didn't even raise my head to look at him, my attention consumed by the footage playing on the screen before me.

"I truly need to find you," I whispered, my gaze fixed on the images of the woman long after my assistant had departed. There was an unspoken connection, a magnetic pull that left me yearning for our paths to cross once again.

CHELSEA P.OV

Sitting nervously in the waiting room, I glanced around, absorbing the tense atmosphere that enveloped the other applicants. The interview for the coveted position was imminent, and I couldn't help but doubt myself and question how everything would unfold.

The receptionist approached me, her voice breaking through my anxious reverie.

"It's your turn now, Miss Chelsea," she informed me, her words laced with encouragement.

Adjusting my attire, I took a deep breath, gathering the remnants of confidence within me, and stepped into the room.

Inside, I found myself face-to-face with a young man who exuded both professionalism and approachability. He motioned for me to take a seat, and I complied, eager to make a lasting impression. The questions began, and I answered each one with conviction, determined to showcase my skills and passion.

"We'll get back to you, Miss Chelsea," he said, a faint smile forming on his lips. It was a glimmer of hope, leaving me with a sense of optimism despite the lingering uncertainty.

I rose from my seat, a mix of anticipation and nervousness swirling within me as I exited the building.

With fingers crossed and a heart brimming with hope, I embarked on the journey home, wondering what fate had in store for me.

JAVIER'S POV

As the evening descended, casting long shadows across the city, I basked in the glow of my latest triumph—a lucrative business deal sealed with a formidable partner.

The adrenaline coursed through my veins as I sped towards my secret sanctuary, accompanied by my trusted chauffeur. There was no better way to commemorate a successful day than in the depths of my personal chamber.

Pulling up to the secluded location, hidden from prying eyes, I stepped out of the luxurious vehicle and approached the ominous structure. It exuded an aura of power and control, a stark contrast to the outside world. With a sly grin, I relished the anticipation of what awaited me within.

Entering the dimly lit room, I was greeted by a scene that encapsulated both menace and authority. My loyal associates, diligently fulfilling their tasks, surrounded a man who was bound to a chair, his battered face a testament to the suffering he had endured. My heart raced with a peculiar blend of satisfaction and malice.

Seating myself on a nearby stool, I positioned myself before the defenseless captive. The flickering light cast eerie shadows, enhancing the chilling atmosphere. In a voice laced with venom, I addressed the man, his voice choked with pain and desperation.

"I'm sure my sister begged for mercy while you punched her but you didn't give that to her" I sneered, studying the contusions and bloodied lips that marred his visage. His feeble attempts to apologize only served to k****e the fire of my righteous anger.

"You dare to plead for forgiveness?, after what she's endured for you" I taunted, savoring the fear and astonishment that danced across his weakened features. The depths of his despair were palpable.

With a cold stare, I challenged him,

"Give me to 2 reasons why I shouldn't kill you"

The realization of his impending doom washed over him, as the gravity of the situation bore down upon his battered frame.

ISABELLA P.O.V

I held Gabriella close, her soft hair brushing against my cheek as I finished bathing her. Her sweet laughter filled the bathroom, and I couldn't help but smile at her innocent joy as she talked about the lady we met at the pharmacy.

After we had both dressed, the maid's voice drifted up the stairs, beckoning us to dinner .

Gabriella had been yearning to see her beloved uncle all day, and I knew we had to wait. We had to be patient for that moment when her face would light up at the sight of him.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed through the house. Security guards. They only appeared when Javier was home. My heart skipped a beat. Gabriella, who was still beside me, squealed with delight and dashed downstairs to greet her uncle.

Minutes later, we were all gathered around the dining table, the scent of a home-cooked meal wafting through the air. But my mind couldn't shake off the worry that had consumed me for days. Luke, my husband, had been distant and elusive. He hadn't answered my calls, leaving me to wonder if he was out drowning his sorrows or indulging in his vices again.

Lost in my troubled thoughts, I barely noticed Gabriella's voice breaking through the silence.

"Uncle, we met a very nice lady at the pharmacy yesterday. Her name is Aunt Chelsea. She was like an angel. I wish you could have met her," she gushed, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Javier's gaze softened as he listened attentively, his eyes fixed on Gabriella.

In that moment, my heart ached, comparing his unwavering attention to Luke's perpetual absence. It was a stark reminder of the deep connection Gabriella had forged with her uncle, a connection that Luke seemed incapable of embracing.

After dinner, we retreated to the cozy cinema room, settling in to watch a movie. Javier took charge of putting Gabriella to sleep, and I was left alone with my restless thoughts. I couldn't resist the temptation to check my phone once again, hoping for a message from Luke, a sign that he was safe. But there was nothing, only silence mocking my fears.

As I contemplated seeking Javier's help, my phone shattered the quietude, shattering my heart along with it. It was a call from the hospital, delivering news I never expected.

Luke had been found, bruised and broken, rescued from the streets.

Panic surged through me, and I raced to Javier's office within the house, my voice quivering as I uttered the words that weighed heavily on my trembling lips.

"Javier, Luke is in the hospital," I pleaded, my voice choked with concern, tears welling up in my eyes.

"I know," Javier replied coolly, his eyes still fixed on the files scattered across his desk.

A surge of suspicion coursed through me. Did Javier have a hand in Luke's tragic state? The thought sent shivers down my spine, but there was no time to dwell on it. Without a moment's hesitation, I bolted out of the building, a guard trailing closely behind me, as I raced toward the hospital, my heart pounding, desperate to discover the truth and find my wounded husband.