Beneath Her Bastard Boss

Chapter 96

Chapter 96

Luca jumped out of the car before Edward had even brought it to a complete stop.

He didn’t wait for Edward to get out and open his door. Just moved. Fast. The doorman barely got a word out before Luca stormed past him, lace light

“I’m fine,” he snapped, not stopping.

The elevator couldn’t come fast enough. He hit the call button four times before it lit up. Inside, he jabbed the number eight like force could make the lift rise faster. He held his breath. He knew he had a lot to make up for. Just stared at the numbers as they climbed.

The doors finally opened on her floor.

He stepped out, crossed the hall, and started pounding on the door.

“Audrey!” he called. “It’s Luca. Open the door. We need to talk.”

Nothing.

He knocked harder. “Sweetheart. Let me in. I have some news.”

He waited. Silence. His chest felt tight. She had called him yesterday. She had left voicemails. She was just angry. Just punishing him. She hadn’t really

left-

“Hey!” a voice snapped behind him.

Luca turned as a short, stocky man came toward him. Probably building management.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” the man barked.

Luca did his best to reel himself in. “I’m here to see Audrey.”

The man crossed his arms. “Sir, you’re disturbing my other tenants-”

“She’s my girlfriend,” Luca said, breath catching. “We had a fight. I’m just trying to fix things.”

The man eyed him, unconvinced. “It must’ve been some fight. She packed up and left yesterday.”

That hit harder than he was prepared for.

echoed. “Where’d she go? Did

head. “Nope. Paid the rent for a month, told me she was going home. That she was tired. That there was nothing left holding her here

there, blank. A cold numbness started to tighten in his chest. Like everything

She was gone.

really fucking left. He couldn’t quite

something, turned away without saying anymore, and walked out of the building in a

he told

car pulled away from the curb. Luca didn’t speak again for the

there, staring out the window, watching the city

Chapter 96

to end things—he’d walked in planning to tell her about the engagement. Planning to make it clean Get it

tom her

A slut. Accused her of

And she was pregnant.

With his child.

Fuck.

clenched so hard it hurt. He wanted to hit something. Wanted to go back in time and rip the words out of his own mouth. Stop himself from saying them. From looking at her like she was

him to listen. And he’d slammed

scrubbed a hand down his face, leaning forward in his chair like the weight of what he’d done was pressing down on him

was from. Never once. All he knew was she was American. But what city? What state? What the hell did he actually know about

Nothing.

He knew nothing.

the fuck had he

he would find

L

was the

he was on the phone with her agent.

looking for Audrey?” the woman practically hissed down the line. “She’s done. Walked away. Told me she was finished with modeling. Threw away the best campaigns of her life. Milan, Paris–gone. And for what? I

you know where home is?”

Santis,” the agent snapped. “She ghosted everyone, even some of her model friends. Said she didn’t need the work anymore. Told me Audrey was dead. Then hung

hand

dead“? What the fuck was that supposed to

ended the call

Then just sat there.

Jaw tight. Mind

his fault. Because he hadn’t believed her.

out his phone again, this time dialing his head of