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Lucas Reed is a sharp, ambitious man working his way up in a high-stakes corporate world under the shadow of his powerful boss, Adrian Vasquez—a man who controls empires and crushes those who dare to betray him. Lucas has kept his head down, played by the rules, and earned Vasquez’s trust.

But then Elena Vasquez steps into his life.

Seductive. Unpredictable. Dangerous.

One late night, she shows up at his door, wrapped in silk and smelling of jasmine, whispering things that shouldn’t be said. Lucas knows this is a game, but who is playing who? Is she truly unsatisfied in her marriage, looking for an escape? Or is she testing him—a pawn in her own rebellion?

As their encounters grow bolder, Lucas finds himself trapped between his growing obsession with her and the looming threat of Vasquez finding out. The deeper he falls, the more he realizes:

This isn’t just an affair. It’s a war.

A war where love, lust, and betrayal will decide who survives—and who gets burned.

My Boss’s Wife Wants More

At first light, Zach cranks the engine to a roar, metal rattling around us. My stomach flips as the plane jolts forward. Elena clasps my hand, her grip iron-tight.

We lurch down the makeshift runway, the entire cabin shuddering. I glance out the window—no sign of Vasquez's men, but my heart refuses to settle. The tires bounce, and then suddenly, we're airborne, climbing into a washed-out pink sky.

Below, the airstrip shrinks. Elena exhales shakily, leaning her head back. For a brief moment, relief floods me. We're actually leaving. The farmland drifts by in a patchwork mosaic, the plane's engines drowning out all else.

Marta twists around, glaring at us. "Don't get comfortable," she snaps over the noise. "We gotta refuel at a private strip near the desert. Then we keep moving." Her voice is laced with tension, as if she expects trouble.

I swallow, nodding. Zach remains focused on the controls, jaw set. Outside, clouds pass in lazy wisps, but inside, the fear is a live wire. Elena closes her eyes, lips parted in a silent prayer or curse. We're in the sky now—no turning back.

Chapter 43: A Frantic Takeoff