Semua Bab The Contract That Put Me in His Father's Bed: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Emily's POVI tried to pull away, but the hand on my waist tightened.It pulled me back hard, without warning, without hesitation. My shoulders hit his chest. My back pressed against his torso, warm, firm. I felt every muscle against me, every inch of his body pressed against mine.His breath was warm on my ear, his beard brushing against my sensitive skin."Why did you pull away from me when your body wanted the opposite?" The voice was in my ear. A whisper. A statement. "Your breathing... your skin..."His free hand slid up my arm, slowly, his fingers tracing a path of fire on my skin. It went up to my shoulder, touched my neck with light fingers. I felt every callus, every mark, every inch of skin. My body trembled against his."You..." I whispered, the personal pronoun coming out like a sigh. My voice was hoarse, failing. I could barely breathe.He turned me slowly. His eyes were fixed on mine. Even with the black mask hiding part of his face, I would recognize him anywhere. The f

Emily's POV The man came closer still. I could hear his heavy footsteps on the rough stone floor, each one nearer than the last. Arthur's feet were still pressed against mine, his body still pressed against my back. His hand was still over my mouth, his warm fingers against my lips. A sound escaped me. A muffled moan, almost a sob. My heart was beating so hard I could hear the blood pulsing in my ears, hammering, racing. "Get out of there right now!" The man shouted. The flashlight swept across the terrace again. The light passed over us, illuminated the wall behind us, came back. "Who's there? Show yourself immediately!" My heart felt like it was going to leap out of my throat. Each beat echoed in my head. Arthur didn't move. His penis was still inside me, but it had softened, his breath still warm against my neck. "I'm warning you!" The man, apparently a security guard, took another step. That's when we heard the voice. Another guard, coming from inside the building.

Emily's POVMy heart was beating so loudly I was sure she could hear it. My hands were sweating. My breath was caught in my throat. I felt the blood pulsing in my temples, the heat rising up my neck. All I wanted was to disappear, but her eyes wouldn't let me.Helena Montgomery tilted her head to the side, her eyes shining with a light I couldn't decipher. The smile was still on her lips, but it was no longer the polite smile from before. It was different. More intimate. More dangerous. As if she knew all my secrets and was just waiting for the right moment to use them."Don't worry, Parker," she said, her voice low, almost a whisper, as if she were sharing a secret with me. "I'm not going to expose anyone. It's not in my nature.""Madame Montgomery…" My voice came out trembling. I didn't know what to say. I didn't know how to react. The only thing I knew was that this woman had seen something she shouldn't have seen."Let me tell you something." She stepped closer, her eyes fixed on

Emily's POV "I know he was unhappy!" My voice rose too, matching hers. "I know your marriage ended long before I showed up! Arthur was unhappy before he met me! And your son…" I clenched my fists so hard my nails dug into my palms. "Your son grew up with absence! Not just from his father, but from you too! You were never there for him! Never!" "Shut up!" "You are the most guilty one, Vivienne!" I stepped forward. Sweat was running down my forehead, down my back. My heart was beating so hard I could hear the blood in my ears. "And that hurts you! It hurts knowing Arthur never loved you! It hurts knowing your son despises you! It hurts knowing you destroyed everything by yourself!" "How dare you…" "I dare because it's true!" I took another step. "You destroyed your own family long before I showed up! Arthur never loved you! Never! He only stayed because of Marcus! Because it was what he had to do! But love… love ended a long time ago!" "Shut up!" Her scream was deafening. Her face

Scarlett's POV Helena's hand touched my shoulder. I recoiled as if I had been shocked. "Don't touch me." My voice came out cold, cutting. My eyes fixed on hers. "Don't touch me again." Helena raised her hands, the gesture of someone surrendering. But I wasn't seeing surrender. I was seeing calculation. I was seeing years of planning. I was seeing a web I was only now beginning to understand. "You planned all of this?" The question came out louder than I intended. It echoed through the restaurant. Some people turned their heads, curious, but I didn't care. "The surgery. The new identity. The job. The career. Everything that happened in the last three years… you planned it all, didn't you? You knew I would want this after what happened and you cooperated." "Scarlett…" "No." I clenched my fists. "I don't want to hear you anymore." Helena fell silent. Her eyes didn't leave mine. I could see a calculated coldness there, a patience that only came from years of practice. "Wh