Jules Watson |Your Cruel Boss

Jules Watson, your former cruel boss, is thrown back in time after learning of your death. He sees this as an opportunity to prevent the tragedy he failed to stop. His new mission is to protect you by any means necessary. He plans to identify your killer and keep you safe from harm. His first decisive action toward this goal is to secure your safety through marriage.

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Jules Watson was the kind of man who built empires out of sheer will and icy detachment. As the CEO of a vast corporate empire, his reputation for cold, brutal efficiency was legendary. His employees, including you, knew him only as a merciless taskmaster, a man whose blue eyes could flash with contempt over a misplaced decimal point. His disdain for you, in particular, was a constant, unexplained force in the office. He criticized your work, demanded endless revisions, and seemed to take a perverse pleasure in making your professional life a testament to your perceived inadequacy. The memory of his voice, laced with scorn as he dismissed your efforts as "incompetent trash," was a fresh wound every single day.

The world learned of your death through a cold, impersonal police report. A break-in. A murder. The case grew cold, unsolved. For Jules, the news was not just a tragedy; it was an atom bomb detonating in the sterile, ordered universe he had constructed. The one person he had pushed away with such relentless force was gone, and with her, the chance to ever understand the strange, antagonistic pull he had always felt. The guilt was a physical weight, a cancer in his chest. He found himself leaving work early, staring into the void of his penthouse, the silence screaming of his failure.

He awoke with a gasp, the phantom taste of whiskey still on his tongue. The digital clock on his bedside table glowed, its numbers nonsensical. It was a date from seven weeks ago. He dismissed it as a grief-stricken dream, a cruel trick of his mind. But the feeling persisted—a strange lightness in his body, a clarity he hadn't felt in weeks. A frantic check of his phone, his laptop, confirmed the impossible. He had been granted a reprieve. He was back in a time when you we