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Married To My Billionaire Captor To Get My Son Back Chapter 72
CHELLEY MORETTI As if Lucas was trying to defend himself desperately, after my words against him, he tried to talk, but I snapped him off again. “He is your brother… And you crave his power and position so much! At this point, I think you’d kill him to get it if he isn’t protected!” I said, and the room went into murmurs and gasps.And Lady Claudia snapped up, her voice grating through the mic. “You whore! You will not talk to my son that way; I’d sue you for defamation!” “Brother!” Lucas began, trying to sound composed but failing to hide the tremor beneath. “I am not conceited about the executive seat. I only believe that I am the better candidate for it. And appointing her”—he gestured toward me with barely disguised disgust—“as COO is a blatant abuse of power. Especially when you are about to transfer your executive authority to me.”The air shifted again. It was an open challenge at this point; Lucas wasn’t even hiding it anymore. For me, I’d say he is truly stupid. In sit
Married To My Billionaire Captor To Get My Son Back Chapter 71
CHELLEY MORETTI Dozens of eyes fixed on him… on Cassian Moretti… waiting for a single sound, a single gesture, from him, after hours of the accusations. The tension in the room was so thick I could hear my pulse pounding behind my ears.They said he was abusive — conceited, hungry for the seat he had been born and trained to hold. They said he had played the legal board by marrying a common whore.Me.They remembered a false scandal but forgot everything else: they forgot about his hard work and all he had done to make the Empire the most powerful. They spoke as if hard work and loyalty were irrelevant, and I understand Cassian’s silence more than anyone at this point. I wanted to speak. God, I wanted to say something. Anything. To stand up, to defend him… But the words died in my throat.The weight of the board members' gaze pressed me down like chains. Every executive and every board member sitting in those arched seats looked like a predator, and I was like a lamb wearing lip
Married To My Billionaire Captor To Get My Son Back Chapter 70
CHELLEY MORETTI It was already one in the morning… Yes, it’s an unholy hour for anything human, but the Moretti empire didn’t conform to human hours. It made its own rules and time. The grand meeting was set for that unnatural time. I stood before the mirror, smoothing my skirt—a sleek, custom Armani set, sharp and feminine, the hem brushing the top of my thighs. My blouse clung to my skin, and my makeup was darker than usual, my eyes shadowed and lips muted. I looked expensive, composed, untouchable. Or at least I wanted to.When I finally stepped out of the bedroom and walked downstairs, Cassian was already in the sitting room.He sat there, his body stretched across the couch, one arm sprawled along the backrest, a cigar glowing between his fingers. The smoke curled lazily upward, catching the dim light and softening the sharpness of his jaw. Cassian was hot, sexy and irresistible. He looked like sin dressed in discipline… impossibly handsome in his black tailored suit, dark
Married To My Billionaire Captor To Get My Son Back Chapter 69
CASSANDRA EMERITUS The nerve of Chelley.That wench irks me to the bone. I still can’t believe Cassian would let her touch him like that… After endangering his empire with her dirty scandal. The way he held her filthy little hand in his, and the way she clutched his cashmere jacket around herself as if she deserved it. The sight alone curdled something deep inside me. Every time I see them together, the hatred grows sharper, like a blade I keep polishing in secret.That whore who was fucked by Romano in a maze, just wait when I release the clip with me tomorrow. I stirred the lemonade again, even though it didn’t need stirring. My fingers trembled slightly as I poured the mix into the tall crystal glass: fresh lemon, mint, and a trace of honey…. The sweet scent of citrus should have been refreshing, but it only made me feel sick.I hate this act.The gentle, docile smile. The polite tone. The soft, submissive posture I wear like a second skin for everyone.And for that naive litt
Married To My Billionaire Captor To Get My Son Back Chapter 68
CASSIAN MORETTIMy eyes followed Rita as she guided Chelley up the stairs. The way Chelley moved… slowly, almost fragile — made her look impossibly beautiful.She clutched my jacket around her body like precious linen, as if the fabric could stitch a seam of safety around that tremor inside her. Something inside me awoke. She reminded me of Donna.That night with Donna replayed behind my ribs: how sick she’d been, how she’d come to the study with a trembling hand and offered me a drink while I worked through the dark. My chest tightened then, the memory sharp and vivid.I had placed a gentle kiss on her soft lips and told her not to catch cold on my account. She’d laughed… that bright, soft laugh that always unravelled me—teasing me that I had shut down all the air conditioning in the new heir’s residence and turned the heat up just for her. As if the one air conditioner in another suite of the residence will affect her… I’d been ridiculous with worry, scared by how small a gown
Married To My Billionaire Captor To Get My Son Back Chapter 67
CHELLEY MORETTIWhen he said those words, I melted into the table.I am prettier when I cry?The statement felt unreal coming from a man like Cassian. I didn’t know how to take it… didn’t know how to feel. It couldn’t be one of his deceiving touches, those moments when he caressed me only to punish me later. No, this felt different. It was a compliment, one I didn’t want to accept. Even as part of me wondered if it was another one of his cruel games, another twist in his power play… I still couldn’t shake the tremor in my chest at the thought that maybe, just maybe, my captor found me beautiful.And then he pulled the gun from inside me. I wasn’t dead. I hadn’t died. The deadly game ended with only those two questions… and that haunting line.Only later did I realise what he’d done.He had used the game and the cold logic of Confucian reward and punishment to warn me… to teach me. To make the lines between master and slave unmistakably clear.When he disassembled the gun, his movem
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