All Chapters of Craving my mother's Hot Fiancé : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Melissa’s POVI ran through the penthouse, my vision blurred with tears, my chest heaving with sobs I couldn’t control.The elevator. I needed to get to the elevator. Away from them. Away from that image burned into my brain.My mother and Jason together was just too much for me right now.I slammed my hand against the elevator button repeatedly, not caring that it wouldn’t make it come faster.“Come on, come on, come on,” I whispered frantically.The doors finally opened. I threw myself inside and jabbed the garage level button.The doors started to close..:A hand shot through, stopping them.“No!” I pressed myself against the back wall.But the doors opened anyway. Diana stood there, hastily dressed in Jason’s shirt and her skirt, her hair was wild, and her face flushed.“Melissa baby, please..:”I pushed past her and ran for the stairs instead. Down. Down. Down.My feet pounded against the concrete steps, echoing in the stairwell.I burst through the door into the garage, my hands

Melissa Pov“Who hurt you?” Sophia asked quietly.I looked up at her through swollen eyes. “What?”“Someone hurt you.” Her expression was soft. Understanding. “I can see it. Someone broke your heart.”Fresh tears spilled down my cheeks.“He killed my father,” I whispered, rubbing the tears off my cheek but it just kept falling.Sophia went very still. “What?”“The man I love. He killed my father, he killed my—ahhh.” The words sounded insane. Like something from a nightmare. “Twenty years ago. And I didn’t know. I didn’t know and I fell in love with him and I…”I couldn’t finish. Couldn’t voice all the things Gavin and I had done together. All the ways he’d touched me. Claimed me. Made me his. All while knowing he’d murdered my father. Was it really that much fun playing with our lives? And was my mom even any better?“Oh, honey.” Sophia’s arms tightened around me. “I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”“He lied to me.” My voice broke. “About everything. Our whole relationship was built on

Melissa’s POVMy head felt like it was filled with cotton. It felt like it was going to fall off my body. And like it was full of cotton wool.I tried to open my eyes but my eyelids were too heavy. Everything was dark and spinning even though I wasn’t moving.Where was I?I forced my eyes open. I blinked against light that seemed too bright. The ceiling above me was unfamiliar. It was really white and clean. It looked expensive but that wasn’t the point right now, the issue was this wasn’t by room, neither was it Gavin’s penthouse.This wasn’t… anywhere I recognized.I tried to sit up. My body protested. Everything felt sluggish.Like I was underwater. Or drugged.The thought cut through the fog.Drugged. I’d been drugged.“Sophia?” I groaned, my voice came out rough and cracked.No response.I managed to push myself up onto my elbows. The room tilted dangerously. I had to close my eyes and breathe through the nausea.When I opened them again, I could see more of the space.A bedroom.

Melissa’s POVMy wrists were on fire. I’d been pulling at the ropes for what felt like hours. I have been twisting and struggling trying my best to find any weakness in the knots.But I’ve gotten nothing so far. They were too tight. I grunted in frustration, yanking harder. The rope bit into my skin, it was probably going to leave marks. I didn’t care.I needed to get out of this chair.I needed to escape before…The door opened. Stephan walked in, with an apple in his hand. He took a bite, chewing slowly as he looked at me with amusement in his eyes.“You know,” he said conversationally, “you’re wasting your energy.”I glared at him and kept pulling at the ropes.“The cords are really tight.” He took another bite of the apple. “You’re not getting out of those on your own.”“Let me go,” I demanded.He raised an eyebrow. “Or what?”“Gavin is going to come get me. And when he does, this won’t be funny anymore.”Stephan laughed. “Oh, sweetheart. That’s the whole point. We want Gavin to

Third Person POVThe federal headquarters building loomed ahead, it was made with glass and steel and the office showed an awful lot of bureaucratic authority.Kane pulled up to the entrance. The FBI escort vehicles formed a tight perimeter around them, agents scrambling out before the Mercedes had even fully stopped.Gavin stepped out into a storm of camera flashes and shouted questions.“Mr. Cross! Did you kill Senator Morrison?”“Do you have a statement?”“Where’s your fiancée?”He ignored all of it. Walking through the chaos like it didn’t exist. Like he was arriving at his own office building instead of a federal facility to be questioned for murder.Agent Miller rushed to keep pace beside him. “Sir, if you’ll follow me to the interrogation…”“I need to speak with Director Ramirez,” Gavin said.“That’s… we need to process you first. Take your statement about…”“Director Ramirez. Now.”Agent Miller looked like he might cry. “I’ll… I’ll see if he’s available.”“He’s available.”The