Chapter 266. Glass shattered against the wall with a loud crash.Then another and another, until it became a loud bag.Stephanie’s scream ripped through the room, echoing off the walls like a wounded animal. Picture frames lay broken at her feet, perfume bottles leaking across the marble floor like blood. Her heels clicked violently as she stormed back and forth, her nails clawing at her scalp like they could dig out the madness crawling beneath her skin.It was the third time this week. The third time her room looked like a battlefield of her own rage. And this time—this time was different.Everywhere was messy, deadly, and frustrating! She had tasted defeat in the cruelest way.Three days ago, she had worn her sexiest dress and spritzed on his favorite scent. She had walked into Drystan’s estate with a plan so perfect, she could already see the pictures in her mind—her body draped over his, naked and exposed, his unconscious face beside hers. Oh! She had planned it perfectly! She
Chapter 265. The curtains were drawn halfway, letting golden sunlight spill lazily across the marble floor. The room was quiet—warm. Soft music played in the background, barely audible under the hum of the air conditioning.Rosealba sat curled on the edge of the bed in nothing but one of Drystan’s oversized white shirts. Her hair was still damp from the bath, tumbling down her back in messy waves. Her cheeks were flushed from warmth, and her thighs still trembled faintly every now and then when she shifted.Drystan sat behind her, legs spread so she was resting against his chest. One of his arms wrapped low around her waist, holding her close like she was something he never planned to let go of. Well, because he doesn’t ever plan to.His other hand moved in lazy, slow circles over her stomach. Bare palm brushing gently… lovingly… as if learning every inch of her body all over again.“I think I’d buy you an island,” he said quietly, voice deep and calm against her ear. “Not a fake one
Chapter 264. Rosealba was still trembling when Drystan kissed her one last time and pulled back just slightly, his breath warm against her lips.Drystan cupped her cheeks, brushing his thumbs under her eyes where tears had clung to her lashes, not bothering to hide the way his gaze lingered there—soft, aching. His voice was quieter now—deeper, slower, and thick with something warmer than lust. Something that trembled at the edges of love.“You okay, sunshine?”Rosealba nodded slowly, still breathless. Her lips were parted, her lashes fluttering. “I’m more than okay…”He leaned in and kissed her again, just a gentle press of lips—no pressure, no hunger. Just care.Then, without warning, he lifted her into his arms—his hold strong and protective. Her thighs wrapped around him instinctively as her hands clung to his shoulders, feeling his chest rise and fall against hers with each heavy, grounding breath.“I’m running you a bath,” he murmured, voice low against the shell of her ear. “Yo
Chapter 263.Rosealba sat on the table. Her breathing was still uneven, the high of her orgasm making her vision slightly hazy. Her thighs trembled softly, and her hands clung to the edge of the table as Drystan leaned in and cupped her face.His touch was warm and worshipful.“I wish you could see yourself right now,” he murmured, brushing his thumb over her bottom lip. “So fucking beautiful when you come for me…”Rosealba trembled slightly. She tried to smile, but it melted into a soft gasp as he leaned in and kissed her again—this time slower, gentler, like he wanted to kiss the very breath from her lungs.“Hmm.”She whimpered into his mouth, her arms rising to hold onto his shoulders. The kiss deepened, becoming hungrier, and more heated.His tongue danced against her mouth, exploring every inch of her lips and tasting every corner. Then slowly, he pulled back, only slightly. Then he bent to kiss down her neck. Each kiss burned, leaving her trembling again.“You good?” he whispere
Chapter 262. Drystan rose slowly, the envelope still resting gently on the table beside them. His eyes didn’t leave Rosealba—not for a second.She was watching him too, cheeks glowing with emotion, lips parted like she was still trying to breathe through the joy inside her.But he didn’t say a word.He just stepped closer, wrapping his arms beneath her thighs and lifting her smoothly onto the edge of the table.“Drystan.” Rosealba gasped softly, her gown rising slightly, pooling at her hips, her legs now dangling softly off the side.“Hu.” She gasped just a little, caught off guard by the gentleness of his strength.“Drystan…” she whispered again, but he didn't reply. His hands just rose to her face, cupping her cheeks in both palms. Warm, steady, and safe. He held her there, just looking at her. Looking into her. Like he was memorizing her expression.His thumbs stroked her skin, and his forehead leaned against hers for a second, their breaths brushing softly together in the quiet
Chapter 261.Drystan sat in his dimly lit office, behind his long mahogany desk, fingers loosely steepled, eyes cold and unreadable. The morning light spilled softly through the windows, brushing against the edges of the file on his desk—the one Rocco had just handed him.He didn’t touch it yet. He just glared at the door, behind Rocco. “Speak,” he said, still not sparing Rocco a glance. Rocco stood on the other side of the desk, shoulders straight but tension clinging to him.“I checked everything, my lord.” Rocco said quietly. “Her background… it’s completely wiped. No schooling records. No childhood data. No links to family. No work history. Everything we tried to trace came up blank.”Drystan’s brows narrowed. “You mean to tell me she doesn’t exist?”“No, sir. I mean… someone made her invisible.”Drystan’s gaze didn’t flinch. “Who could do that?”“Someone very connected. Or very protected.”Drystan’s jaw flexed slowly. His uncle had orchestrated all of this. His uncle had carefu