บททั้งหมดของ Fifty Shades Of Him: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

The second confrontation. The line Mary could not come back from.Sudan didn’t go back to the dorm immediately.Zach’s message sat waiting on his phone like an outstretched hand, but the air in his lungs felt too sharp, too cold, too full of everything he thought he’d buried.His feet carried him down the street, past shops and crowds, until the city thinned and storm clouds darkened the sky above him.He just needed space.Breathing room.Silence.But silence never stayed quiet for long, not with the past clawing its way up his spine.Fifteen minutes later, his phone buzzed again. He checked it out of habit.Not Zach.Not a friend.Mary.He shouldn’t have opened it.He opened it anyway.Sudan… I’m still at the café. Please, can we talk again? I didn’t say everything. There’s more you need to know.His chest tightened. Rage simmered beneath his skin.Need to know?What could she possibly say that he needed?Sudan shoved the phone back into his pocket and kept walking, jaw ticking. Sno

Morning sunlight burned through the tall windows of the Musk estate, casting long, angular lines across the polished floors. Sudan had already been awake for hours, moving silently through the house, his presence barely registering as he tracked the subtle shifts in staff routines. Every movement, every habit, every flaw in the house’s defenses was catalogued with careful precision.It was quiet, too quiet.Mary was nowhere to be found. Bask had retreated into his study early that morning, sealing himself away and leaving the house suspended in an uneasy stillness. Zach wandered the gardens beyond the windows, humming softly to himself, utterly unaware of the storm being assembled around him, brick by invisible brick.Sudan drifted toward the dining room, pretending to straighten chairs while his mind worked relentlessly. The unlocked side cabinet. The windows in the east wing that never latched properly. The security guard who lingered too long during his rounds, who always looked aw

The air in the Musk estate felt heavier than usual that morning. Even the lake, normally calm, reflecting light in silvery shards, seemed dim, as though it sensed the tension coiled inside the house.Sudan moved silently through the halls, observing minor disruptions in staff schedules caused by the previous night’s incident. Nothing overt. Nothing alarming on the surface. And yet, beneath it all, he felt the weight of Zach’s gaze lingering somewhere in the house, even when Zach wasn’t in the room.Sudan had been careful. He had promised himself that Zach would remain untouched, untarnished by the plans already set in motion. But the moment Zach appeared, his face taut with hurt, Sudan knew the façade would be tested.“Sudan.”Zach’s voice was low but sharp as he caught him just outside the kitchen. Dark eyes burned with a mixture of anger, disbelief, and pain Sudan had never seen directed at him before.“We need to talk. Now.”Sudan inclined his head, masking the surge of anticipatio

Bask Musk sat back in his chair, swirling the glass of deep red wine in his hand. The restaurant’s dim lighting cast soft shadows across the table, the flicker of candlelight catching on the rim of his glass. Outside, the lake reflected the fading sunset in fractured shards, mirroring the unease churning inside him.He had been watching. From the very moment Sudan had joined them, Bask had felt something… off. Something that made him tighten his jaw and straighten in his seat, even as his wife tried to keep her composure beside him. And tonight, it had come to a head.That boy had slipped into their lives with the ease of someone who already knew how to navigate it. He smiled when smiles were expected, nodded when politeness demanded, laughed at the right moments. But beneath it all… there was something darker. Calculated. Dangerous.Bask’s eyes drifted over to Mary, sitting stiffly, hands trembling slightly as she dabbed at the corners of her eyes. Her perfect composure, usually

Sudan noticed immediately that something was different about Bask that morning.It wasn’t over, he didn’t growl, didn’t bark orders, didn’t try to control the room but there was a subtle shift, a predatory precision in the way he moved through the house, spoke to staff, even glanced at him.Bask was testing him. He didn’t flinch. He couldn’t. Every nerve in his body was on edge, a constant hum of tension, but Sudan knew how to play his own game. He would observe. He would manipulate. But he would have to be even more careful now. The chessboard had changed.Breakfast was quiet. Zach sat across from him, untouched eggs barely on his plate, eyes flicking nervously between Sudan and his parents. Sudan could feel the tension radiating off him, and he had to admit it stung to see the hurt there, the confusion. He had planted that seed deliberately at the dinner table, and it had grown faster than he’d anticipated.Mary moved like a ghost around the table, avoiding his gaze, serving coffe