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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

Nightfall creeps in, and Zach suddenly curses. "Fuel gauge is dropping faster than expected. We used too much diverting."

"Can't we land at a small airstrip?" Elena asks, voice tight.

He grimaces. "Closest one is hours away. We don't have that kind of range."

Marta mutters under her breath, scanning a battered map. "We might put down near a canyon—there's a strip used by smugglers. But it's not official or safe."

My pulse spikes. Another improvised landing. We're constantly one mistake away from a fatal crash. Zach radios someone, speaking in cryptic codes. Then he nods at us. "Buckle up. This'll be rough."

The plane descends through darkening skies, wind buffeting the wings. Below, rocky terrain sprawls like a nightmare labyrinth. We hit the makeshift runway with a violent jolt, skidding across packed dirt. My teeth clack together; Elena's strangled gasp is lost in the thunder of engine and dust.

Finally, we screech to a halt, the plane's nose tipping forward. Silence crashes in. My hands tremble as I unclip my belt, heart racing. We've landed—barely. But where are we?

Chapter 47: Forced Landing