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Chapter 75

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The air in the Varek Mansion was thick with the scent of cinnamon and the lingering warmth of a night that had finally belonged to us. But the world outside our bedroom door was never silent for long. The rhythmic, demanding thud of Margaret’s fist against the wood shattered the peace we had fought so hard to find, echoing through the high ceilings like a death knell for our temporary sanctuary.

Dominic’s body went rigid above me, his muscles coiling with a sudden, predatory tension. He didn't
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  • Trapped in his dangerous love    Chapter 82

    The morning after the warehouse was a study in contrasts. The air in our bedroom remained heavy with the residual tension of the silent treatment, but the world outside continued to spin with its usual Varek coldness. After breakfast, which we ate in a silence so thick it felt like a third guest at the table, Dominic left for the office. He lingered at the door for a second, his eyes searching mine for even a flicker of forgiveness, but I kept my gaze fixed on my tea. I knew he was going to war with the information we had squeezed out of the driver, but the sting of him yelling at me in front of Eric and the guards was still too fresh.Once the roar of his SUV faded down the drive, I felt a strange sense of lightness. I picked up one of my favourite pieces of literature—a worn copy of poetry that had survived the company explosion—and decided to spend time in the garden's Gazebo reading. It was my only sanctuary, a place where the scent of jasmine could drown out the lingering smell o

  • Trapped in his dangerous love    Chapter 81

    I wanted to punish Dominic. The silence in the bedroom was intentional, a cold, sharp weapon I used to keep him at a distance while the echoes of that warehouse still vibrated in my bones. He yelled at me in the presence of everyone. The sound of his voice, booming and authoritative, had felt like a physical blow against my chest. I was embarrassed, but I played it off as if it were nothing because, just like him, I wanted answers too, but not enough to disrespect him the way he had disrespected me. We were supposed to be a team, especially now with the weight of the Varek legacy growing inside me, yet in front of Eric and the guards, he had treated me like a subordinate rather than his wife.I stood by the window, watching the morning light hit the sprawling estate, but all I could see was the flickering light of that single bulb in the shipping depot. These assholes chased us, caused us to have an accident that led to the company explosion, and nearly took the life of my child. They

  • Trapped in his dangerous love    Chapter 80

    The drive back from the industrial district was a suffocating experience. The hum of the SUV’s engine was the only sound in a cabin that felt like it had been drained of all oxygen. I kept my eyes fixed on the road, my hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles were bone-white, looking like polished stones under the dashboard lights. Every few seconds, the image of the warehouse flashed behind my eyes—the blood, the screams of the driver, and the cold, surgical precision with which Nyla had dismantled his lies.Nyla and I rode back home in silence. I knew she wasn't mad about the violence or the fact that we had spent the morning in a den of filth and retribution. She had survived the company explosion and the surgery that followed; she wasn't a stranger to the harsh realities of being a Varek. But I had yelled at her. In that moment when the driver had lunged or the tension had snapped, I had let my protective instincts turn into something loud and ugly. I had roar

  • Trapped in his dangerous love    Chapter 79

    I could not believe how Nyla had managed to get him to talk. I stood back, the adrenaline still coursing through my veins, my chest heaving as I watched the scene unfold. I had used every ounce of my physical strength and the dark training of my lineage to break this man, but he had remained a wall of terrified lies. Yet, Nyla had walked into the center of the room and dismantled him with nothing more than a steady gaze and a voice that carried the weight of a woman who had already died once in that explosion.I looked at Eric, and he smiled. It was a strange, unsettling expression to see on my brother’s face—a mixture of genuine respect and a weary kind of relief. For a second, the mask of the jealous son slipped, and I saw the boy I used to grow up with before Margaret’s poison had settled in his ear. Maybe he wasn't trying to make me look like a monster after all. Maybe he was realizing that the explosion in our company was a line even he couldn't cross. In that moment, he wasn't m

  • Trapped in his dangerous love    Chapter 78

    The metallic tang of blood filled the freezing warehouse, thick and suffocating. I took off a toe, the guy screamed, and the sound bounced off the high corrugated ceiling like a gunshot. Nyla tried to stop me, her hand gripping my bicep with a strength that surprised me, but I couldn't pull back. I didn't want to. My vision was clouded with the memory of the company lobby turning into a wall of orange fire. I remembered the roar of the explosion and the terrifying moment the smoke separated us, leaving me screaming her name into a void of falling debris.I knew the guy was lying and I felt insulted because he was holding out on me. Every time he looked at me with those rat-like eyes, I didn't see a hired hand; I saw the person who had planted the device that nearly ended my wife and child. All my rage and fear were gushing out at that moment, and I wanted someone to pay for the trauma that had turned Nyla’s pregnancy into a high stakes survival game. The surgery to save her and the ba

  • Trapped in his dangerous love    Chapter 77

    Alright, send me the address. I will be there," I said and hung up. The metal of the phone felt cold against my palm, a stark contrast to the heat rising in my chest. We were still standing in the quiet, sterile hallway of the clinic, but the peace of the successful checkup had been shattered. I could still smell the antiseptic, but now it was mixed with the phantom scent of smoke and burnt wires that had haunted me since the day the company exploded. "Where are you going?" Nyla asked me, getting up from the chair. She moved with a cautious, protective grace, her hand resting over the four-month curve of her stomach. The pregnancy was no longer a secret we kept in the dark corners of the mansion; the whole Varek circle knew she was carrying the heir. That knowledge had turned her into the ultimate target for everyone who wanted a piece of my father’s empire. Nyla looked at me, her eyes searching mine, and she saw the predator that had just been awakened by that phone call. "Eric's g

  • Trapped in his dangerous love    Chapter 22

    Dominic Ever since the kiss between Nyla and Eric, I had been on edge. Every moment after that, every memory, every fleeting thought, it all twisted inside me like a knife I couldn’t pull out. I buried myself in work, stayed longer in the office, even ignored calls and messages just to avoid facin

  • Trapped in his dangerous love    Chapter 21

    Nyla “How do I like my coffee, Eric?” I asked, my voice soft, almost hesitant. He didn’t answer right away. His silence caught me by surprise. I hadn’t meant to startle him I just needed to know. I needed to see if he still remembered.We had shared breakfast together every day for four years, a r

  • Trapped in his dangerous love    Chapter 20

    “Have you eaten?” Alpha Aesop asked, and I nodded, my throat suddenly dry. “Please sit,” he said, softer this time, his voice careful. I lowered myself onto the chair, every muscle tense, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts I couldn’t organize. The room was quiet too quiet and that silence made my ski

  • Trapped in his dangerous love    Chapter 18

    Nyla“Nyla, please say sorry,” Dominic linked me, his voice low, pleading, shaking slightly with the weight of anger and frustration.It was hard, but I managed to do so, my lips trembling as I whispered, “I… I’m sorry.”“Henceforth, you are not welcome at this table, Nyla. I thought you were a swe

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