Seducing My Married Young Master

ELENA'S POVI stayed on the playground longer than I intended, the creak of the swings mingling with my turbulent thoughts. Pain and anger churned within me, an endless cycle that replayed the moment the doctors and Allison told me my child was gone. My fists clenched as the memory tightened its grip on me.Finally, I rose and made my way toward the house.When I reached the compound, I froze. The house was almost unrecognizable—renovated, larger, grander. Strings of decorations adorned every corner, glittering under the afternoon sun. My stomach twisted as I stepped closer. There was an unmistakable hum of activity, the air buzzing with excitement.Inside, it became clear: this wasn’t just a gathering. It was an event, the kind where people donned their best clothes and their most polished smiles. I felt their gazes on me, their scrutiny cutting like glass.I moved through the crowd like a ghost, my faded jeans and plain T-shirt a glaring contrast to their designer gowns and tailored

ELENA'S POVMy thumb hovered over the Submit button on my phone. For a moment, I hesitated, staring at the completed application form as if it held the answers to my future. With a deep breath, I pressed it. There. Done. The first step in a plan that could either save me—or ruin me.I hadn’t slept a wink last night at the cramped hotel room I’d rented. Instead, I buried myself in research about the man who held the key to my revenge: Justin Hunt.Twenty-eight years old. Playboy turned family man. The tabloids once painted him as someone who didn’t believe in love or commitment—until five years ago, when he shocked everyone by marrying his childhood friend. The press couldn’t get enough of him.His family? Messy didn’t even begin to describe it. The Hunts Group of Companies was a legacy started by his great-grandfather, but its history was marred by scandals. Justin’s father, Mason Hunt, had married three wives. Justin’s mother, the third wife, gave birth to him first—but not long afte

ELENA'S POV The hours stretched endlessly as I sat on the edge of my bed, my phone resting on the table like a ticking time bomb. My eyes flitted to it every few seconds, my stomach twisting into tighter knots. Justin had said they’d let me know by the end of the day, but the waiting was unbearable. I needed this job. Desperately. When the notification sound finally rang out, my heart nearly leapt out of my chest. My hand shot forward, snatching the phone so fast I almost knocked it over. My fingers trembled as I unlocked the screen, my eyes scanning the message that had just arrived. "Hi Miss Elena, we hope this message finds you well…” I skimmed the pleasantries, my breath hitching. Then I found it: “You have been employed… but on probation.” Probation. The word barely registered. All that mattered was the first part: I was employed. “Finally,” I whispered, relief flooding through me. A smile broke across my face as I tossed the phone onto the bed and began throwing clothes in

ELENA'S POVThe ride to Noah’s school felt endless. Silence wrapped around me like a suffocating blanket, my thoughts louder than the hum of the car engine. Justin had said he would be dropping Noah off himself, so I rode in another car with the other maids.My gaze stayed fixed out the window, the passing scenery a blur. "It is just a tattoo, Elena. Anyone could have it. A thousand people might bear the same mark." I told myself, clinging to the thought like a lifeline. But the reassurance rang hollow. My mind would not stop racing, piecing together fragments of a puzzle I didn’t know I was solving. That gnawing sense of familiarity—so persistent since the very first day—suddenly sharpened into focus. This morning had brought clarity, yet it left behind an unsettling residue.And then there was Morris. The driver.He worked for Justin now, yes. But five years ago… My chest tightened as the memory resurfaced, vivid and raw. That night, after my stepmother cast me out like I was noth

ELENA'S POV.If this keeps going on, it's only a matter of time before he finds out. I needed to do something. "Your family is well-off. Why didn't you go back home?" he said again, his gaze unrelenting.I hesitated, forcing myself to meet his eyes. "I grew up with a stepmother, sir. An evil one," I said, letting a hint of bitterness edge my voice. "Going back isn’t an option."His brows furrowed, and for a moment, I thought I’d found a crack in his armour. He had his own history with stepmothers, after all. Surely, he’d understand. But instead of dropping it, he leaned back, arms crossed, his expression calculating."And the father?"The question caught me off guard. What father? My father? What did he have to do with any of this?Before I could respond, Justin’s lips curled into something resembling a smirk. "The father of your child. You could have gone to him."The words hit me like a slap, sharp and unexpected. My chest tightened, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe.My composu