Beneath Her Bastard Boss

Chapter 94

She waited a week

Seven days of silence.

She hadn’t planned to wait that long. She’d told herself she’d give him two days. Three, tops. Enough time to cool down, breathe, process what she’d told him. That’s what people did when they were scared. They pulled away. They panicked. But then they came back.

Luca would realize that she had never cheated on him and come to his senses.

She told herself that every morning. Whispered it like a prayer while she stared at her phone, thumb hovering over his contact. Every time it buzzed, her stomach flipped. Every time it didn’t, something inside her cracked.

She left messages. One voicemail.

“Please call me.”

He never did. He ignored her calls and voicemail.

By day five, her hope had started rotting. It didn’t crumble–it curdled. Turned bitter. Sour. Something she didn’t recognize. She told herself she wouldn’t call again. That if he wanted to talk, he’d talk. That she had dignity. That she wasn’t going to beg. She couldn’t do that to herself after everything. The names he had called her.

But on day six, at 2:03 a.m., she called anyway.

He still didn’t answer.

The next morning was when the nail went in the coffin for her hope. Not from him. Not from a phone call or an apology or any ounce of human decency.

No.

She found out in a headline.

“Heir to the De Santis Empire Set to Marry Italian Royalty.”

The photo was sharp. Luxurious. Carefully staged. Luca was in a dark suit, hand resting lightly on the waist of a girl who looked like she belonged in a school uniform, not an engagement announcement. The caption said she was the daughter of some old–money family from Rome. Eighteen years old. Barely legal.

A baby.

Sutton stared at the screen like it had punched her.

She read it again.

Then again.

her insides with a spoon

Eighteen.

who probably still lived with her parents. Someone who hadn’t even been alive the year he graduated from college. Someone

absurd. And

1/3

sat there, staring at the screen, but her hand eventually moved on

the apartment, and threw

hard. Cracked. The

the bed and stared

eyes were dry. She didn’t have

told him the truth. And he’d disappeared. Replaced her with a

A baby.

leave. And she needed to do

to her agent happened hours

even shake. “I’m done,”

“What?”

the contract,” Sutton said,

silence, then the woman exploded. Screaming into the

goddamn mind? Do you know how many campaigns

career!”

“I don’t care.”

you drunk? Is this about a man? Jesus,

don’t want to model anymore,” she said, voice flat. “I’m

pause. Then

walk now, you’ll never work in this industry again. You hear

Audrey is about to die.” Sutton didn’t expand on

talked out of it. Before

or the baby or how her entire life had just caved in. No one needed

her suitcase

pulling artwork off walls–but leaving them. She would only be taking what fit into suitcases. The

lines. Still

She picked it up.

Held it.