All Chapters of In Bed With The MC President: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

MilaThe morning sun poured through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows of the estate’s east-wing solarium, bathing the entire room in a brilliant, golden warmth.For the first time in what felt like an entire lifetime, I wasn't just surviving the daylight. I was actually breathing it in. The suffocating weight that usually sat squarely on my chest had miraculously lifted, left behind in the quiet shadows of Aaron’s study the night before."You are glowing. It's actually a little blinding, to be honest."I pulled my gaze away from the sprawling, manicured gardens outside and looked across the small glass patio table. Elena was entirely kicked back in her wicker chair, a porcelain teacup balanced effortlessly on her knee. She was wearing a perfectly tailored cream pantsuit, looking every bit the formidable sister of a billionaire syndicate boss, but the massive, entirely unapologetic smirk on her face completely ruined the intimidating effect."I am not glowing," I deflected, hiding my

RyanThe air inside the seventy-fifth-floor boardroom was so thick with manufactured corporate tension I could practically taste the aluminum on my tongue."The Vanguard acquisition is finalized, provided we agree to the restructuring terms outlined on page forty-two," Richard stated.I sat at his right hand, staring blankly at the fifty-page legal document resting on the polished wood in front of me. The letters were bleeding together.For four straight hours, I had been locked in this glass cage, listening to men in ten-thousand-dollar suits argue over supply chains, liquid assets, and severance packages for thousands of employees they had never even met. It was a bloodless, entirely sterile war. And I was completely suffocating in it.My head was pounding with a vicious, relentless rhythm. The thirty-year-old scotch I had been pouring down my throat for the last week wasn't numbing the pain anymore; it was just leaving a constant, metallic ache behind my eyes."Ryan."My father’s sh

MilaElena had practically shooed us out of the solarium, scooping Leo out of the baby lounger with a completely delighted laugh, promising to spoil him rotten until we got back.I followed Aaron through the sprawling, silent corridors of the estate, my heart maintaining a heavy, frantic rhythm against my ribs. He didn’t speak. He just walked a half-step ahead of me, his massive, broad shoulders moving with that lethal, predatory grace that usually terrified everyone in his path.But I wasn’t terrified. I was entirely, overwhelmingly captivated.We reached the subterranean garage, a massive, brightly lit expanse of polished concrete that housed millions of dollars worth of custom, bulletproof vehicles. My eyes immediately went to the passenger side of the matte-black Mercedes G-Wagon, out of pure, conditioned habit.I had never been the one in control. Not in my childhood, not in my relationship with Axel, and certainly not during the gang war that had torn my life apart. I was always

RyanThe private elevator of the Empire Group tower was quiet and fast but inside my head, the world was tearing itself apart.I watched the illuminated numbers above the steel doors climb.Seventy-one, seventy-two, seventy-three. Each click felt like a violent countdown to an execution.I hadn’t changed out of the clothes I ruined in the penthouse. My knuckles were split and bleeding sluggishly from where I had punched a hole straight through the marble wall of my foyer. The sleeves of my ruined dress shirt were still rolled up, the dark ink of my Reaper tattoos entirely exposed under the harsh, sterile fluorescent lights of the corporate cage.I wasn’t the prodigal son returning to the boardroom. I was a thug from the southside, walking completely unrestrained into the lion’s den.Ding.The doors slid open to the seventy-fifth floor.The executive suite was a sprawling fortress of soundproof glass, imported Italian leather, and absolute silence. It was after hours. The army of assist

MilaSeven days had passed since the afternoon on the coastal cliffs.A week of driving perfectly. A week of watching Leo laugh in the sunlit solarium.In the week, Aaron hadn't pushed. He hadn't demanded anything. He had simply given me the space to realize that the cage door had been wide open this entire time.I stood in the center of the opulent guest bedroom, staring down at the single leather duffel bag resting at the foot of the bed. Next to it, Leo was sleeping soundly in his travel carrier, his tiny chest rising and falling in a peaceful, rhythmic slumber."Are you ready to go?"Aaron’s deep voice sent a familiar, violent shiver straight down my spine.I turned around. He was leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed over a crisp, dark button-down shirt."I think so." I murmured, my hands smoothing nervously down the sides of my jeans. "Is the jet fueled?"Aaron nodded slowly, pushing off the doorframe and stepping into the room. "It is. But before we head to the airst