My Boss Hired Me To Tame His “Monster” Children — Until I Found Out The Sick Reason He Was Hiding Them
Part 2
The moment she claimed his arm, the temperature in the foyer seemed to drop another ten degrees.
I recognized her immediately from the society magazines Mrs. Davis kept in the staff kitchen.
She was Diana Reed, a prominent socialite and a major shareholder in Arthur’s tech empire.
Her calculating eyes finally snapped toward me, sweeping me up and down with obvious disdain.
And this must be the latest attempt at domesticating the little monsters.
Diana let out a sharp, breathless laugh that echoed harshly off the marble floor.
I really don’t understand why you insist on putting yourself through this endless cycle, Arthur.
She traced her perfectly manicured fingernail along the lapel of his expensive suit.
Boarding school is the only logical solution for children with those kinds of severe behavioral issues.
I felt a hot flare of protective anger ignite instantly in my chest.
They don’t have severe behavioral issues.
I took a firm step forward, refusing to shrink back under her icy glare.
They are simply grieving children who desperately need consistency and patience.
Diana’s smile vanished entirely, leaving behind a cold, hard mask.
You seem to have forgotten your place, Ms. Hayes.
Arthur remained perfectly silent, his jaw clenched tight as he stared straight ahead.
His silence hurt worse than any reprimand he could have delivered.
I turned on my heel and marched straight back up the stairs toward the playroom.
Later that night, long after the house had fallen dead silent, I crept downstairs to find a book.
A faint sliver of golden light spilled out from beneath the heavy library doors.
I hesitated for a fraction of a second before pushing the door open.
Arthur sat slumped in a massive leather armchair by the dying fire.
A half-empty glass of amber liquid rested precariously on the small table beside him.
He looked utterly defeated, the imposing corporate titan replaced by a shattered man.
You shouldn’t be awake, Ms. Hayes.
He didn’t bother to turn his head as I stepped fully into the room.
Neither should you, Mr. Thornton.
I walked closer, my bare feet silent against the thick Persian rug.
I watched you with them today.
His voice was barely louder than a raspy whisper.
You make it look so incredibly easy.
It isn’t easy at all.
I sank into the chair opposite him, watching the firelight dance across his exhausted features.
But you have to try, because locking them away isn’t protecting them from the pain.
He finally looked at me, his dark eyes shining with a devastating, unspoken agony.
You don’t understand what happens to everything I try to love.
Before I could answer, the sharp click of expensive heels echoed in the hallway.
Diana stood in the open doorway, her eyes narrowing as she took in the intimate scene before her.
Well, this is certainly a cozy little arrangement.
What sick, twisted secret was she using to force Arthur into marrying her, and what would happen to the children if I couldn’t expose her in time?
Part 3
The heavy silence in the library was broken only by the sharp, authoritative click of Diana Reed’s heels against the hardwood floor.
She stood in the doorway with her arms crossed, her calculating gaze moving between Arthur Thornton and Megan Hayes.
Arthur did not flinch or look away from Megan.
He simply set his crystal glass down on the mahogany table with a quiet, deliberate thud.
Diana is leaving in the morning, Ms. Hayes.
His voice was entirely devoid of emotion, a cold shield against the invasive presence of his cousin.
You do not need to concern yourself with her opinions on my children, nor her opinions on your employment here.
Diana’s jaw tightened visibly, her perfect posture stiffening as the insult landed.
Arthur, you cannot be serious about letting this wildly inexperienced girl run your entire household.
She gestured dismissively toward Megan’s simple cotton robe, her perfectly painted lips curling into a sneer.
I am not running his household, Ms. Reed.
Megan stood up slowly, keeping her voice incredibly steady despite the frantic beating of her heart.
I am simply doing the job I was hired to do, which is protecting and nurturing these incredible children.
Arthur stood up as well, his imposing frame casting a long, intimidating shadow across the ornate rug.
It is extraordinarily late, Diana.
He didn’t look at his cousin, his eyes remaining fixed on the dying embers glowing in the massive stone fireplace.
My driver will take you back to the city at dawn, and I expect you to be packed and ready.
Diana let out a sharp, furious breath, spinning on her expensive heel and marching out of the room.
Megan watched her go, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird desperate to escape.
She turned slowly back to Arthur, the tension in the room shifting from hostility to something far more complicated.
Thank you.
She kept her words soft, afraid to shatter the fragile truce they had somehow negotiated in the dark.
He simply nodded once before turning away, retreating back into his fortress of solitude.
The following morning dawned gray and incredibly heavy with impending rain.
Megan found the children in the expansive playroom, their chaotic energy already bouncing rapidly off the high walls.
Tyler sat by the large bay window, his expensive sketchbook balanced precariously on his right knee.
The twins, Greg and Brian, were fiercely constructing a massive tower out of heavy wooden blocks.
Heather was meticulously sorting her vast collection of crayons by exact color gradients.
Little Brenda sat in the exact middle of the floor, clutching a worn, faded stuffed rabbit against her chest.
Alright, everyone, listen up.
Megan clapped her hands twice to get their divided attention.
Today, we are going to learn the complex fundamentals of structural engineering.
She pointed directly to the twins’ incredibly tall, wobbly block tower.
Greg looked up instantly, his dark eyes narrowing in immediate suspicion.
You mean we actually have to do complicated math?
Megan smiled genuinely, sitting cross-legged on the expensive carpet right next to Brenda.
I mean we are going to scientifically test exactly how high we can build this massive structure before it completely collapses.
For the next three solid hours, the playroom was filled with the deafening sound of crashing blocks and genuine, uninhibited laughter.
Even the usually serious Tyler abandoned his intricate sketching to help his brothers design a significantly wider base for the tower.
Megan didn’t push them to sit quietly at rigid wooden desks or aggressively memorize historical dates.
She let them be exactly what they desperately needed to be.
They were grieving children who had been ruthlessly forced to grow up far too fast.
Around noon, the housekeeper appeared silently in the open doorway.
Her thin lips were pressed together so tightly they were almost entirely invisible against her pale skin.
Mr. Thornton has specifically requested that the children join him in the formal dining room for lunch.
The entire room went completely, terrifyingly still at the sound of her announcement.
Tyler dropped a heavy wooden block from his trembling hand.
It clattered incredibly loudly against the polished hardwood floor, echoing like a gunshot.
He never eats lunch with us.
Tyler’s voice was a barely audible, terrified whisper.
Megan stood up slowly, calmly brushing dust from her faded denim jeans.
Well, he is going to eat with you today.
She ushered the paralyzed children out the door, her own heart sinking at the pure terror radiating from their eyes.
The formal dining room was a massive, echoing cavern constructed mostly of glass and cold steel.
Arthur sat stiffly at the absolute head of the incredibly long table, staring blankly at his glowing tablet.
He didn’t look up as the children filed in silently and took their assigned seats.
Megan sat near the exact middle, carefully placing Brenda in a tall wooden high chair beside her.
The silence in the room was absolutely suffocating.
The clinking of heavy silver utensils against expensive bone china sounded incredibly harsh.
So.
Arthur finally spoke, his deep voice unexpectedly raspy in the quiet room.
I understand you are actively studying the principles of structural engineering.
He still didn’t look at any of them, his eyes remaining glued to the screen in front of him.
Tyler swallowed hard, gripping his silver fork so tightly his knuckles turned a brilliant white.
Yes, sir.
His response was entirely robotic, completely devoid of the joy he had shown earlier in the playroom.
We are building a very tall tower out of wooden blocks.
Arthur nodded slowly, finally setting his expensive tablet face down on the table.
Your mother used to build massive towers with you on the living room floor.
The words hung heavily in the air, loaded with an unbearable weight of unresolved grief.
Heather let out a soft, unexpectedly choked sob.
Arthur’s eyes snapped up instantly, his handsome expression twisting violently in raw pain.
He pushed his heavy dining chair back violently.
The harsh screech of the wooden chair legs against the stone floor made Brenda scream loudly.
Arthur didn’t say another word to explain his sudden panic.
He simply turned abruptly and walked out of the massive room.
Megan watched him go, her hands trembling violently in her lap.
She looked at the terrified children, their young faces pale and utterly stricken.
He absolutely hates us.
Tyler whispered the devastating words, a single hot tear slipping down his pale cheek.
He doesn’t hate you at all.
Megan reached out quickly, covering Tyler’s shaking hand with her own warm palm.
He intensely hates himself.
After lunch, Megan decided they desperately needed a change of scenery.
She gathered all five children and led them out into the expansive, neglected gardens.
The sprawling property had clearly once been magnificent, filled with rare blooms and intricate hedges.
Now, wild thorny vines choked the beautiful stone statues and tall grass swallowed the cobblestone paths.
Megan handed out small gardening gloves and simple wooden trowels.
We are going to bring this garden back to life.
She announced it firmly, refusing to let the heavy gloom of the lunch disaster ruin their entire day.
Heather tentatively touched a withered rosebush.
My mother planted these roses.
Her small voice cracked, filled with a sadness far too deep for a seven-year-old.
Then we will make sure they bloom again.
Megan smiled gently, dropping to her knees and beginning to pull thick, stubborn weeds from the dark soil.
Tyler watched her for a long moment before finally kneeling beside her in the dirt.
He attacked the weeds with a fierce, burning intensity, pouring all his unspoken anger and frustration into the physical labor.
The twins eventually joined in, turning the massive pile of pulled weeds into a fort.
Even Brenda helped, happily carrying tiny pebbles from one side of the path to the other.
They worked until the sun began to set, their hands covered in rich dirt and their faces flushed with exertion.
It was messy, hard work, but the simple act of creating order out of chaos was incredibly healing.
That night, Megan couldn’t sleep.
She lay flat on her back in her narrow bed, staring blindly at the dark ceiling until the digital clock read two in the morning.
She slipped quietly out of bed, pulling her thick robe tightly around her shivering shoulders.
She walked quietly down the dark hall, intending to get a cold glass of water from the staff kitchen.
As she passed Arthur’s massive study, she noticed the heavy door was slightly ajar.
A faint, flickering light spilled out onto the dark hardwood floor of the corridor.
Megan hesitated, her hand hovering uncertainly over the heavy brass handle.
She pushed the heavy door open slowly.
Arthur sat slumped at his massive oak desk, surrounded entirely by scattered legal papers.
A vintage film projector illuminated the far wall, casting silent, grainy footage of a beautiful woman laughing.
His late wife.
Megan realized instantly, her heart aching at the pure joy captured on the old film.
The silent video showed their mother holding a tiny baby Brenda, spinning happily in circles on the bright green lawn.
Arthur held a half-empty glass of dark whiskey, his tired eyes fixed blankly on the glowing screen.
I told you I ruin everything I try to deeply love.
He didn’t look away from the heartbreaking footage as Megan stepped fully into the dark room.
You didn’t ruin her, Arthur.
Megan walked closer, the flickering light from the projector catching the silent tears streaming down Arthur’s face.
You lost her.
Arthur let out a harsh, broken laugh that sounded more like a painful cough.
I was driving the damn car, Ms. Hayes.
He finally turned to look directly at her, his dark eyes completely hollow.
I hit the black ice.
I completely lost control of the vehicle.
The silence that followed was entirely deafening.
Megan felt all the air forcefully leave her lungs.
She didn’t turn and run away from his devastating confession.
She didn’t offer empty, useless platitudes or meaningless, shallow comfort.
She simply walked around the massive desk and stood closely beside his chair.
It was a tragic accident.
Her voice was firm, leaving absolutely no room for his self-destructive argument.
And punishing your innocent children by withholding your love will never bring her back.
Arthur flinched violently, as if she had struck him incredibly hard across the face.
He buried his face deeply in his hands, his incredibly broad shoulders shaking with silent, agonizing sobs.
Megan placed a gentle, grounding hand firmly on his shaking back.
She stood there quietly for a very long time, letting him completely shatter.
The next morning, the heavy rain had finally passed, leaving behind a crisp, incredibly clear sky.
Megan led the children back outside to the partially cleared gardens.
They spent the entire morning pulling the last of the stubborn weeds and clearing away thick dead branches.
We are going to plant bright new flowers today.
Megan announced loudly, wiping dark dirt from her sweaty forehead.
The twins cheered loudly, already excitedly planning where to put the absolute brightest colors.
Around noon, the heavy glass doors opened and Arthur stepped out onto the wide stone patio.
He wore a simple gray sweater instead of his usual incredibly tailored, restrictive suit.
He looked incredibly tired, but the heavy, suffocating darkness that usually surrounded him seemed slightly lifted.
He walked slowly down the worn stone steps toward the muddy gardens.
The children froze instantly, completely unsure of what to do or say.
I brought cold lemonade.
He held up a large glass pitcher and a tall stack of red plastic cups.
His large hands were shaking slightly.
Megan smiled warmly, gesturing encouragingly for him to join them in the dirt.
Heather was the very first to cautiously move.
She ran quickly toward him, wrapping her small arms incredibly tightly around his waist.
Arthur dropped the heavy pitcher on the thick grass, falling heavily to his knees and pulling her close.
He buried his tear-stained face deep in her soft hair.
I am so incredibly sorry.
His deep voice was broken, choked heavily with years of painfully suppressed tears.
Tyler walked over very slowly, his young eyes wide with absolute disbelief.
Arthur reached out quickly, pulling his serious eldest son tightly into the desperate embrace.
The excited twins followed immediately, creating a tangled, messy pile of profound healing on the damp grass.
Megan watched from a safe distance, her heart swelling with an unfamiliar, intense warmth.
She knew perfectly well the long road ahead would not be easy.
Healing was a messy, entirely non-linear process filled with inevitable setbacks.
But for the very first time in three long years, the shattered Thornton family was actually together.
Over the next few critical weeks, the entire atmosphere in the massive house changed completely.
Arthur started consistently coming home early from the city.
He actually ate dinner with the excited children every single night.
He patiently helped Tyler with his incredibly complex math homework.
He enthusiastically built massive wooden block towers with the fiercely competitive twins.
He happily let Heather paint his short fingernails a bright, sparkling pink.
He gently rocked little Brenda to sleep every single night.
Megan watched the miraculous transformation with intense, quiet pride.
She also watched Arthur in a way she knew she definitely shouldn’t.
She noticed exactly the way his dark eyes crinkled warmly when he laughed.
She noticed the strong, incredibly capable line of his sharp jaw.
She noticed the thoughtful way he always made sure she had a hot cup of coffee waiting in the kitchen every morning.
One quiet evening, long after the exhausted children were deeply asleep, Megan sat alone on the dark patio.
The night air was comfortably warm, filled beautifully with the sweet scent of the newly planted flowers.
Arthur stepped quietly out of the dark house, holding two crystal glasses of expensive wine.
He handed her one gently and sat down closely on the chair directly beside her.
They are doing so incredibly much better.
Megan took a small, careful sip of the incredibly rich red wine.
They really are.
Arthur looked thoughtfully out over the beautifully recovering dark gardens.
Because of you.
Megan shook her head immediately in denial.
They just desperately needed you to finally come back to them.
Arthur turned slowly to look directly at her, his dark eyes intensely focused and searching.
I honestly think I needed you to safely bring me back to them.
The quiet space between them seemed to shrink instantly.
Megan’s heart hammered frantically against her delicate ribs.
Arthur reached out very slowly, gently tucking a stray lock of dark hair carefully behind her ear.
His gentle touch was incredibly warm, sending a massive jolt of electricity straight down her spine.
Before he could speak another word, the heavy glass doors slid open with a loud screech.
The housekeeper stood rigidly in the bright doorway, her expression incredibly grim.
Mr. Thornton.
She cleared her throat loudly, deliberately destroying the quiet moment.
Diana Reed is waiting in the front hall.
Arthur’s warm hand dropped instantly from Megan’s flushed face.
His strong jaw tightened immediately into a familiar, incredibly hard line.
The beautiful moment was completely and utterly shattered.
Diana swept dramatically out onto the stone patio, wrapped tightly in an incredibly expensive silk coat.
She looked sharply between Arthur and Megan with a cold, entirely knowing smile.
I absolutely told you I would return, Arthur.
She walked confidently over, placing a highly proprietary hand firmly on his tense shoulder.
And I have brought the fully finalized legal paperwork for the boarding school.
Megan stood up instantly, the fragile wine glass shaking visibly in her tight grip.
You absolutely cannot send them away.
Megan’s voice was sharp and clear, cutting fiercely through the warm night air.
They are finally, genuinely healing.
Diana laughed lightly, waving a highly dismissive hand in Megan’s general direction.
Please, Ms. Hayes.
This little touching domestic fantasy is cute, but it isn’t actual reality.
Arthur desperately needs his normal life back.
She turned to look confidently down at Arthur’s seated form.
He desperately needs a proper wife, not a glorified, highly emotional babysitter.
Arthur stood up incredibly slowly.
He looked at Diana, his handsome expression entirely unreadable and completely terrifying.
The tense silence stretched out, thick and incredibly heavy with impending disaster.
Megan held her breath painfully, waiting desperately for him to defend his children.
Waiting desperately for him to defend her.
Arthur simply reached out and took the thick paperwork directly from Diana’s manicured hand.
He looked down blankly at the thick stack of legal papers.
He didn’t look at Megan at all.
I will review these thoroughly in my study.
He turned around and walked straight back into the dark house without saying another single word.
Megan felt the solid ground completely drop out from beneath her shaky feet.
Diana smiled triumphantly at her rival.
You can start packing your cheap bags tonight, Ms. Hayes.
She followed Arthur triumphantly inside, leaving Megan entirely alone on the dark, quiet patio.
The next morning, Megan packed her incredibly small suitcase.
She moved numbly around the quiet room, folding her simple clothes with violently shaking hands.
She absolutely couldn’t believe she had been so incredibly, blindingly foolish.
She had actually started to believe the massive walls were finally coming down.
She had foolishly believed he actually cared about her.
She walked heavily down the long hallway to say a final goodbye to the children.
Tyler was standing alone in the center of the playroom, hot tears streaming rapidly down his pale face.
You promised you wouldn’t ever leave us.
His young voice was completely broken, filled with pure, devastating betrayal.
Megan fell instantly to her knees, pulling his shaking body tightly against her chest.
I am so incredibly sorry, Tyler.
She kissed the top of his head fiercely.
It absolutely wasn’t my choice.
The other children gathered quickly around her, crying openly and loudly.
Even the usually boisterous twins were entirely silent, their identical faces pale and stricken.
Megan held them all desperately, her own heart completely shattered into a million impossibly sharp pieces.
She finally managed to pull herself away.
She walked incredibly heavily down the grand stairs, carrying her surprisingly small suitcase.
Arthur was standing stiffly in the massive foyer, dressed immaculately in a sharp, dark suit.
He looked exactly as perfectly cold and entirely distant as the very first day she arrived.
Diana stood confidently beside him, clutching a vastly expensive designer purse.
Your final check has been fully deposited into your bank account.
Arthur didn’t look her in the eye when he spoke.
His voice was entirely flat, completely robotic.
Megan didn’t say a single word in response.
She simply nodded once, absolutely refusing to let him see her cry in front of his cousin.
She walked purposefully toward the heavy oak front doors.
Before she could reach the brass handle, Tyler’s voice echoed incredibly loudly from the top of the stairs.
Stop!
Megan turned around rapidly in shock.
Tyler was running wildly down the stairs, clutching a large brown envelope in his hand.
He marched straight past Megan and stopped directly in front of his towering father.
He shoved the envelope forcefully into Arthur’s broad chest.
Tyler, what exactly is this?
Arthur frowned deeply, taking the battered envelope from his son.
It is the real contract.
Tyler’s voice shook with intense, furious anger.
I heard Diana talking secretly on her phone early this morning.
She isn’t marrying you because she actually cares about you.
She is marrying you purely to gain absolute majority control of the corporate board.
She desperately needs my trust shares to force a hostile merger.
Diana’s perfect face went completely, shockingly pale.
Arthur, the incredibly troubled boy is clearly making things up.
She reached out desperately to grab the envelope from his hands.
Arthur stepped back quickly, ripping the envelope entirely open.
He scanned the complex documents inside rapidly.
His dark eyes widened in shock, moving rapidly over the typed legal words.
He looked up slowly, his furious gaze locking onto Diana’s absolutely terrified face.
You had my own lawyers draft a complete transfer of power agreement.
His voice was dangerously, terrifyingly quiet.
You tied it directly to the signing of our marriage license.
Arthur, I can entirely explain this massive misunderstanding.
Diana took a quick step back, her hands shaking violently.
Get out.
Arthur didn’t yell or raise his voice.
The absolute, freezing coldness in his tone was infinitely more terrifying.
Get out of my house immediately, and contact my lawyers regarding the immediate, forced sale of your shares.
Diana opened her mouth to aggressively argue, saw the absolute murderous fury in his dark eyes, and ran frantically out the open door.
The incredibly heavy silence returned instantly to the massive foyer.
Arthur looked down at the devastating documents, then slowly up at Tyler.
Thank you.
He reached out gently, resting a warm hand firmly on his son’s shaking shoulder.
I am so incredibly sorry I didn’t see her true intentions sooner.
Tyler nodded slowly, leaning fully into his father’s comforting touch.
Don’t let her leave us.
Tyler pointed directly at Megan with a trembling finger.
Arthur turned incredibly slowly to face her.
Megan stood completely frozen by the door, her hand resting tightly on her suitcase handle.
Arthur walked slowly toward her, closing the vast, terrifying distance between them.
He stopped mere inches away, his dark eyes intensely, passionately focused on her face.
I was going to firmly rip those boarding school papers up.
His deep voice was rough, barely above a quiet whisper.
I simply took them from her to burn them entirely in my private study.
I didn’t defend you on the patio because I absolutely didn’t want the children to see me aggressively scream at her.
Megan stared at him, her heart starting an incredibly frantic rhythm in her chest.
You let me completely pack my bags.
Her voice cracked slightly with emotional exhaustion.
I honestly didn’t think you would actually leave without saying goodbye.
He reached out carefully, gently taking the handle of her suitcase from her grip.
I am a terrifyingly flawed, deeply broken man, Megan.
He used her given name again, the sound of it wrapping around her heart.
I have spent three long, miserable years actively hiding from my own life.
He fully let go of the suitcase and took both of her shaking hands firmly in his.
But you somehow brought the incredible light back into this dark house.
You miraculously brought my children fully back to me.
He took a slow, incredibly deep breath.
You brought me entirely back to life.
Please stay with us.
He didn’t phrase it as a cold order from a wealthy employer.
He said it as a deeply desperate plea from a lonely man who had finally found his true home.
Megan looked deeply into his eyes, seeing the raw, entirely honest vulnerability shining there.
She felt the absolute last of her own defensive walls completely crumble into fine dust.
I will absolutely stay.
She squeezed his warm hands incredibly tightly.
Arthur let out a massive, shaky breath, pulling her gently but firmly into his strong arms.
He held her incredibly tightly against his broad chest.
Megan closed her eyes, breathing in the familiar, intoxicating scent of rich cedar and clean rain.
She suddenly heard a loud, triumphant cheer from the top of the grand stairs.
She pulled back slightly, looking quickly up to see all five children hanging excitedly over the glass railing.
Greg and Brian were aggressively high-fiving each other.
Heather was jumping up and down with absolute, unrestrained joy.
Brenda was clapping her incredibly small hands happily.
Arthur laughed, a genuine, incredibly deep sound that echoed warmly through the massive foyer.
He looked down at Megan, a bright, absolutely beautiful smile transforming his face entirely.
The impenetrable fortress had finally, permanently fallen.
The long, bitter winter had finally broken.
They were finally a real, completely whole family.
THE END
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