ห้องสมุด
ค้นหา
หน้าหลัก / Romance / Love, Obsession, Torture / CHAPTER NINETY-ONE

แชร์

CHAPTER NINETY-ONE

ผู้เขียน: Laine Martin
last update วันที่เผยแพร่: 2026-05-15 21:31:52

JACKS POV

“I’m confused. You’re Lois’ partner too?” Her widened eyes narrowed on me, brows furrowing as her gaze flicked between us. This was another rich fuck up of my life. Fucking mess everywhere!

“She’s not my partner. We’re here for a paternity test. I’m told it would take a while, but I want it as soon as possible, I mean the preliminary results.”

She was looking at me, in stock, bewildered, like she didn’t expect me. Of course, she didn’t expect me here. Which fucker brings two women to
อ่านหนังสือเล่มนี้ต่อได้ฟรี
สแกนรหัสเพื่อดาวน์โหลดแอป
บทที่แล้ว บทต่อไป
บทที่ถูกล็อก

บทล่าสุด

  • Love, Obsession, Torture   CHAPTER 101

    JACK’S POVI huffed, thrilled through the rage. Robin was going to come back to me, my baby had no reason to distance herself now. Relief flooded over me like the first breath after being held underwater for too long, so damn satisfying. I was already fucking drowning.“Why did you do it? Robin trusts you with her heart. Aren’t you her doctor?”“I’m so sorry Jack, but I had no idea you were the man in question they wanted to ruin, and Robin’s life was in my hands.”“What are you saying?”“They threatened me. They said if I didn’t do as they said, they were going to hurt Robin. I had no choice.” She was quaking, sobbing until her face was blotchy.“Who threatened you?”“I can’t tell, they’re going to hurt me or Robin.”“Amara I’m your best friend right now. If you want to stay alive or have a career, start talking.”She sighed heavily, looking quite exhausted from the crying.“About five months ago, I was approached by a woman. She said she had a job for me, described it, I told her th

  • Love, Obsession, Torture   CHAPTER 100

    JACK’S POV“There are at least four pictures of them kissing in private restaurants.”“Margaret belongs to Mason. It makes all the sense now.” I beamed.“I’d like to believe so, but this doesn’t prove anything. It doesn’t mean they’ve been sleeping together.”I shot him a foul glare.“Miller, do you really think two adults kissing in public have any problem fucking in private?”“I’m just saying, the DNA results proved you’re the father.”“If I hear this one more fucking time.” I exhaled, clenching my fist, ready to dismantle Miller’s face if he dared say the wrong words.“I’m sorry.”“I never fucked that whore without protection. I never fucked anyone without fucking protection.” I puffed, rising from my chair.“Except Robin. This whole thing was fabricated to keep me away from her. My own brother?”“Maybe to get back at you? Have you two been at each other’s throats?” “He claimed I took his girl.” I jeered. “How preposterous, to think he could keep someone like Robin with his dumb f

  • Love, Obsession, Torture   CHAPTER NINETY-NINE 

    JACK’S POV“Jack,” Robin moaned, forcing her lips deeper into my mouth as I latched on greedily, igniting a raging solid chaos in my trousers. I wanted nothing more than be inside her, but I had to remind myself—baby steps. My fingers skimmed her skin as I hiked up her loose shirt, fondling her breast while she disintegrated in my arms. “Oh God, Jack.” She cried, followed with low appreciative groaning noises, her body slowly melting into…“Daddy, Daddy!” Margaret’s sharp voice pulled me from my reverie. Glancing around my study, I saw her giddy self, bouncing up and down towards me. I squirmed in my seat, looking down at the hard lead between my thighs. Fuck! Not around a child. Daydreaming about Robin was as dangerous as it got, awakening a rock mass of cock this early in the morning. I’d made great progress yesterday, she hadn’t fully accepted me… yet, but there was a glimpse of progress, hope. Accepting my kiss was a step, a slow fulfilling one to reclaiming her trust in me.Marga

  • Love, Obsession, Torture   CHAPTER NINETY-EIGHT 

    JACK’S POV“Sorry?” The surprised tone in his voice wasn’t lost on me, but I was crystal clear.“Confectionery parking lot. 10 minutes, don’t keep me.” I pouted, scrubbing a hand through my dishevelled hair and unfastening my belt, before glancing over my watch, checking if the ten was already up. Bloody hell, I hated waiting! I craned a neck out, a smirk tickling my lips when I saw him pelting towards me, whistling as he got closer.“Sir,” he said wheezing, placing the gun in the hub of my stretched palm.“That will be all.” Miller turned to vacate the premises. “10 am, my study tomorrow.”“No office?”I heaved out, striding past Miller and out of the parking lot with cautious precision.“No office.” I retorted, hoarse through the nerves choking my throat. Robin was going to have to see me sooner than later. This was later, I wasn’t waiting anymore! Shoving past the laboratories, I breached tentatively into her office, jumping out of her seat when she laid eyes on me. I blenched. Had

  • Love, Obsession, Torture   CHAPTER NINETY-SEVEN 

    JACK’S POVI walked into the massive conference room for the emergency meeting Mr Johnson had called. I had no idea why I’d been summoned to join a legal briefing. I lowered into a seat, scanning their faces, waiting for someone to speak… no one dared. The seven other men with Johnson had their heads dipped down. This was fucking time wasting and exhausting! I had another meeting with Miller.“Is everyone going to stay mute?” I swept my gaze across their faces. “Why am I here, Mr Johnson?”“Do you know Brandon is stuck in the hospital?”“I do. I put him there.” Johnson shut his eyes briefly on a loud sigh.“Why? We oppose violence in this company, why is the owner initiating it.”“He fucking touched my girl. No one touches my girl.”“So, it’s a personal matter.”He crossed his hands on the table, locking eyes with me. I didn’t appreciate his scrutiny.“What if it is?” He leaned forward, squaring eyes with me.“Do you not see my boy? How your personal issues are interfering with compa

  • Love, Obsession, Torture   CHAPTER NINETY-SIX 

    ROBIN’S POVHe gathered himself, zipped his flap and buckled his belt. I could see him, in my blurry vision as he stood over me in my trembling state, weaving a hand through his hair. Had he seen sense?“Jesus fucking Christ,” he grated, bending over to collect me from the floor. I flinched, withdrawing from his hold. “Robin.” His voice was soft, calm, placating but it didn’t ease my wretched state. I was sprawled limply, holding the ends of my shirt to cover my modesty. I felt weak, sore and cheap.“My baby.”“Don’t fucking call me that.” I quacked on a quiver, my chest rising and falling spasmodically with every breath I took, I was a wreck.“Robin, forgive me. Baby,” He made another futile attempt to gather me, I slapped his hand away.“Don’t fucking touch me.” That was all it took to muster the dormant strength, clenching my tiny fingers together and sending a thwacking blow across his face. “Don’t fucking touch me, ever again.” I growled, panting and heaving.“Robin, please, I wa

บทอื่นๆ

บางทีคุณอาจจะชอบ

สำรวจและอ่านนวนิยายดีๆ ได้ฟรี
เข้าถึงนวนิยายดีๆ จำนวนมากได้ฟรีบนแอป GoodNovel ดาวน์โหลดหนังสือที่คุณชอบและอ่านได้ทุกที่ทุกเวลา
อ่านหนังสือฟรีบนแอป
สแกนรหัสเพื่ออ่านบนแอป
DMCA.com Protection Status