《HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION(An Erotic Billionaire Romance)》全部章節：第 111 章 - 第 120 章

Alaric’s POV: ‘I’m not a good man.’ That was what I kept chanting in my mind with every second that passed and every wave of guilt that washed over me. I was lying to her. Pretending as though I didn’t already know who her father was. As though I wasn’t the one who put him in prison. But hearing Meadow talk about the kind of person Clint Russell was made me want to kill him, to rid her of him for good. Meadow didn’t know love as a child, and it was all because of him. My father was also terrible, but at least, Nolan and I had our mother—even though she suffered a lot in place of us. The fact that Meadow blamed herself for how she was treated… it nearly ripped my heart out of my chest. All I wanted to know right now was why the fuck her father was trying to contact her from prison after all these years. And I would—later. But for now… “Still think it was your fault?” I asked after a moment of silence. She’d been drawing circles on my chest, yawning and sighing every

Alaric’s POV: “Fucking hell.” It had been a long fucking while since I had a bad day. Drama with my family, with Clarissa… I never considered those as bad days. Those were just minor inconveniences. But today? Somebody was going to end up regretting why they ever applied to work at my company—if they even lived to regret it, that is. Fifty million dollars. That was what someone had moved from the company’s account to the wrong beneficiary. “I didn’t authorize this, sir.” Dana breathed, looking straight into the screen of my laptop with her brows pulled together. She glanced at me nervously, and I watched her throat bob as she swallowed, turning back to face the screen. Whatever expression I had on my face was enough to make her fidget. And I watched her every move. The way her fingers dug into the edge of the mahogany desk, the light sheen of sweat that had coated her face. Dana wasn’t guilty—I knew that. But she was still terrified of what I might do. “I p-promis

Meadow’s POV: ‘Don’t be a little bitch. Come on, just call me back.’I stared down at the phone in my hand, reading the text my sister had sent about a minute ago over and over again.I was about to turn the phone over and ignore it when another one came in.‘Or at least pick up the phone. Did your husband ask you not to? You don’t have to listen to him, you know. I miss you.’My jaw tightened. Leave it to Juniper to insult me, try to manipulate me, and tell me she misses me in the same fucking text.The phone buzzed in my hand again.It had been buzzing incessantly for the past few days. Juniper had been trying to reach me, leaving me uncountable missed calls daily. I didn’t pick the phone, of course. And I even resorted to blocking her, but before I could say ‘Jack’, she was trying with another number again. I knew she would do that, but for a moment, I’d just hoped that maybe she had changed a bit.And obviously, she hadn’t.“Meadow, are you there?” a voice cut through the speaker

Meadow’s POV: I froze, my breath stuttering. For a second, everything just… blurred out. Alaric didn’t say another word. He just held me tightly. The water droplets on his skin felt hot all of a sudden. “Oh,” I whispered, my throat tight as I tried to swallow. Alaric didn’t look at me. His face remained buried in my neck, his breath uneven, as if just saying those words had cost him something. I wrapped my arms tighter around him. “You should’ve told me.” “I didn’t want to, Meadow. And I still don’t want to talk about it. All I need right now is you.” That was when he pulled back to look at me. His eyes swirled with an emotion I couldn’t recognize. “My mother…” His throat bobbed as he swallowed. “She wants to hold some kind of memorial for him.” He scoffed. My brows furrowed. “And?” “I said no,” he answered firmly. I felt my eyes go wide, but before I could ask why, he continued. “My father was an asshole, Meadow. Much like yours. Or maybe… maybe even fucking worse.” My bre

Meadow’s POV: I woke up with his head between my legs. To be fair, I had been half-awake for a while, just reveling in the way he held me so close to him, my back against his chest. But then, he must’ve noticed that I was awake from the way my breathing pattern changed. He’d kissed my neck, slowly running his firm hand over my stomach and chest, and then he had turned me so I was on my back. “Still pretending?” he murmured, and without another word, he made his way down my body, kissing a trail down until he got to my panties. “I’m not pretending,” I whined playfully. “I am truly asleep.” “Fine then.” Alaric tore my panties at the sides. “I’ll wake you up.” I had muttered some gibberish about him ruining another nice pair of panties, but my words got stuck in my throat when he lowered his lips to my center and took his time to eat me out. Safe to say that I definitely woke up after that very eventful morning. And after Alaric made us breakfast and we ate, he fucked me on the co