All Chapters of REBORN TO LOVE MY FATHER-IN-LAW: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Scarlett's POV.I stepped out into the hallway and down the stairs to the next floor.I needed to be far away from Luca. Far away.The conversation with him kept replaying in my head like a broken record and it only made my mood even worse.It was the audacity to play the role of concerned and jealous husband when I clearly didn't need him anymore. He was in no position to question me, but for some odd reason, he felt there was. Why did he feel like he didn't deserve all I was putting him through? Because he somehow squeezed a little time out of his day for me but gave everything willingly to Zara?Oh please.I let out a small sigh as I came to a stop in the ground floor. My hands were on my hips and my eyes were closed.I needed a break.The sound of dungeon cell drew my attention, followed by Dominic who strolled out with his hand in pants pocket.I stared at him with a small frown.He raised a brow, probably wondering why I was staring at him.“What were you doing in there?” I tr

Scarlett's POV.Sleep had never been particularly kind to me, but lately it had stopped pretending to try.I lay on my side, staring at the wall in the dark with Luca's quiet breathing filling the space behind me. He had come to bed without a word tonight. No attempt to reach for me, no poorly disguised manipulation dressed up as affection. Just silence, which somehow felt louder than anything he could have said.I should have been grateful for the quiet.*You are grateful,* I told myself. *You're just not sleeping.*There was a difference. A small one, but it existed.Instead of sleeping, my mind had decided that tonight was the perfect occasion to replay a conversation it had no business obsessing over. The kind of replay that came with no pause button, no option to skip ahead, just the same moments circling back in the same order, finding new things to snag on every single time.It had started simply enough. Dominic and I had been sitting in his study after the last attack, the adr

Scarlett's POV.Dominic's study door was slightly open when I got there, which I had learned over time meant he was in but not in a meeting. A fully closed door meant do not knock. A fully open door meant he was expecting someone. Slightly open meant he was working and had simply forgotten to close it all the way, which happened more than he would ever admit.I knocked twice on the frame."Come in."His voice came out flat and focused, the voice of a man whose attention was buried somewhere on his desk and was offering only a fraction of itself to whoever was at the door. I pushed it open and walked in.He was seated behind his desk, a file open in front of him, a pen turning slowly between his fingers the way it did when he was reading something he wasn't entirely satisfied with. He glanced up briefly, and something in his expression shifted — not dramatically, not in a way that anyone who didn't know his face well would catch — but enough."You're back early," he said."I wasn't gon

Dominic's POV. The call had been scheduled for eleven and Elias was late, which was consistent with everything I knew about the man. He operated on the understanding that his time was more valuable than everyone else's and had never once been challenged hard enough to change the habit. I had long since stopped finding it irritating and arrived at a quiet acceptance of it, the way you accept the weather. I sat behind my desk and waited, the eastern territory file open in front of me. I had been staring at it for the better part of the morning. Not reading — I had read it enough times that the pages had stopped offering anything new — but looking at it the way you looked at a problem that refused to resolve itself cleanly. The eastern territory visit had been pending for longer than it should have been. Every time a date was agreed upon, something intervened. The registry situation. The Ivory group attacks. Marco. Each one arrived with enough urgency to justify the delay, and each one

Luca's POV.I heard her before I saw her.The sound of her door pulling open with more force than necessary was the first signal. The second was the particular quality of her footsteps — heels on the floor, deliberate and precise, the kind of steps that were not walking toward something so much as making a statement about it. I had known Zara long enough to read the full paragraph of her mood from the sound of her entering a room.She was not happy.I turned from the window where I had been standing for the better part of fifteen minutes doing nothing particularly productive. She stopped in the middle of the room, arms folded, eyes on me with an expression that had moved well past irritation and settled somewhere closer to a feeling she had been sitting with for a while and had finally decided to stop sitting with."You didn't come last night," she said."I know." I turned back to the window for a brief moment. "I had things on my mind. I wasn't in good company.""That's not the point