Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All

Chapter 28: 28-The Scariest Boss Ever

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Finally, we arrived at the hotel room. We had a large suite with two bedrooms and a living room.

As soon as we stepped inside, I noticed Ragnar rolling up his sleeves.

"I’ll be appointing the new Alpha tomorrow, and I already have the perfect candidate in mind. If you don’t want to attend the ceremony, that’s fine. You can rest."

Ragnar spoke in a cold tone, as if he hadn’t just saved my dignity and my life.

That left me confused.

If he wanted to get rid of me, he had the perfect opportunity tonight. Then why had he stepped in?

Because, personally, I had always felt that Ragnar didn’t like me.

I thought he wanted me gone.

Yet here he was, saving my life.

I gave him a nod and headed toward my room.

As soon as I stepped inside and locked the door, I let out a deep breath.

Tonight could have gone terribly wrong.

A knock on the door made me tense.

Why was he knocking already?

What did he want?

Was Ragnar here to talk to me himself?

When I opened the door, a warrior stood outside.

"Your highness said to take care of your belongings," the warrior handed me my laptop.

I gave him a nod. Soon after, I returned inside and locked the door again.

The rest of the night passed in silence, and eventually, I was ready to go to bed.

It wasn’t easy.

Every time I went through something that reminded me of my past, I felt strange.

The next morning, breakfast was served in our rooms, so I didn’t get to see him again.

I guess part of me knew I could have used this trip to my advantage.

That I should have at least sparked something between us.

But I didn’t.

I felt pretty defeated as I sat in the car, wearing gray pants and a white shirt.

We were heading back home. I had wasted the trip.

As always, Ragnar stayed silent, stretched across the backseat beside me as if the world belonged to him.

He was so big that he barely left any room for me, but that was okay.

Thankfully, we were in an SUV. He wouldn’t have fit in a small car. freёwebnovel.com

Why the heck was I thinking about all this?

’I’m such a failure,’ I thought to myself.

Whenever I sat with Ragnar, I squeezed myself into a corner, practically perched on the edge of the seat while staring out the window.

"How can someone be so cruel?"

Ragnar’s deep, husky voice made me slowly turn to look at him.

"I’m sorry, what?" I asked softly.

"You. How could you? I never thought you could be such a monster, Ragnar."

He continued speaking.

I noticed him watching me from beneath his brows.

His stare was always so intense that it sent a burning sensation through my body.

Whenever he spoke, the rest of his body remained still.

Only his eyebrows shifted, accompanied by slight movements of his eyes.

There was also a faint shake in his index finger that appeared whenever he talked.

He was doing the same thing now.

"You are the very definition of a devil."

He continued, and then it hit me.

It should have hit me sooner.

Those were the exact words I had said to him in my nightmare.

No. Actually, I must have spoken them in my sleep.

I kept staring at him in silence while he looked back at me.

How the fuck had I not realized it?

And the fact that he had kept it to himself for so long and was only bringing it up now proved one thing.

Ragnar could keep a secret until he decided it was useful.

"You’re having nightmares about me, weren’t you?"

He spoke casually, not as if he cared much, but as though he was intrigued by the details.

"It’s actually because—" I paused, clearing my throat and adjusting my position so I was facing him this time.

"Because?" He raised his eyebrow.

"I’ve been scared of you. You’re a little scary as a boss."

I tried to play it off with an awkward laugh, but his expression didn’t change.

"May I ask why?" he asked, making my body tense.

"I mean, you never smile and always look so intimidating."

I didn’t want to continue the conversation, but he wasn’t giving me much choice.

He kept pressing me until I found myself responding against my will.

"Fools smile all the time," he replied. "What else?"

His persistence made me straighten my posture.

"You—" I paused.

"You threaten to fire me."

The words slipped from my lips, and I watched him tilt his head, a hint of intrigue flickering across his face.

"Did I ever act on it, though?" he asked softly.

The clenching of his jaw didn’t go unnoticed.

"Could you call yourself the best employee? Or even an average one?"

I knew exactly what he was doing.

He was making a point by listing my flaws.

"You almost set my floor on fire," he began. "You’re late with your submissions. You forget to inform me about my meetings–"

He was still speaking when I opened my mouth to explain that most of those mistakes happened because the other employees deliberately made my job harder.

"I am still speaking."

His tone hardened, instantly cutting me off.

"Even after all that, I didn’t fire you."

He shrugged.

"So tell me, how am I scary?"

As he continued to press the issue, I badly wanted to point out the situation right in front of us.

He was making me sweat with this interrogation.

"It is—" I paused, trying not to say it.

But when I looked at his face, I realized he wasn’t going to let me off easily until I gave him a proper answer.

"You’re just so different from your brothers."

I had no idea why that stupid comment slipped out of my mouth.

Because the moment I said it, he caught on immediately.