Lahat ng Kabanata ng Seduction under silk sheets: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

ALISTAIR’S POV“Here are your keys, sir,” an attendant spoke, handing me the keys to my hotel room. With a smile, he left, leaving me to settle on the plush bed.The flight journey had been notably lengthy, and I couldn’t help but wish I had a mansion in Alaska. Visiting this place wasn’t something I had anticipated, particularly due to its cold weather. My disdain for the cold, particularly winter, made me regret not considering this destination sooner.I seized a bottle of whiskey from the bar section of the room, pouring myself a generous glass. Fortunately, having reserved the finest room in the entire hotel, everything was tailored to my convenience.Alaska became my destination because of Amelie. According to her uncle and aunt, she had returned to the city. While I felt a sense of relief that she hadn't divulged our encounter, I couldn't help but wonder about her decision to leave. With the meeting scheduled for 4 pm today, a glance at my watch assured me that I had ample time

CHLOE’S POV As I trudged towards the road, tears streaming down my cheeks, a bitter rage simmered within me. “Fuck them all!” I seethed inwardly, unable to suppress the torrent of emotions coursing through me. Forgiveness seemed an impossible feat, a distant thought I refused to entertain, especially not after the betrayal I endured. And Alistair, his actions etched a wound too deep to heal. "Fucking Levons, all of them," I muttered bitterly, my steps heavy with resentment. Home beckoned me, a place tainted by memories of Mom. Yet, it was there I sought solace, hoping to find closure and bid her a proper farewell. Alistair's failure weighed heavily on my shoulders, a betrayal that cut deeper than I could bear, a betrayal not just to me, but to her memory. "Where to, miss?" the cab driver asked, his voice laced with concern as I sank into the backseat. I provided the address in silence, brushing off his inquiry into my somber mood. Ignoring his probing questions, I simply urged him t

CHLOE'S POVMy eyes, heavy with exhaustion, bore the weight of countless tears shed. Streaks of sorrow stained my cheeks, silent witnesses to the anguish within. Hands trembling uncontrollably, I found myself seated at the breakfast table, my gaze fixed vacantly on the steaming cup of coffee before me.My hair, tousled and unkempt, bore witness to the chaos within. Despite Aspen's attempts to send attendants to groom me, I adamantly refused, shooing them away. In that moment, I found solace in my natural appearance, devoid of any desire for makeup.Grief consumed me, fueled by thoughts of vengeance against Alistair. As I gazed at the bread knife lying beside the mug, the image of him lying in a pool of his own blood played out in my mind repeatedly. Aspen had fulfilled his promise by sheltering me in one of his hotels. To ensure my comfort, he provided me with a phone and a prepared card. Despite his assurances that the card contained no tracking device and he had no interest in monit

Alistair’s Pov Amelie's uncle stood before me, a deep frown etched upon his face, his hands hidden behind his back. His disappointment was palpable, a silent rebuke for my recent display of disrespect towards Amelie and her family. I understood his reaction all too well. My actions had undoubtedly caused disappointment and strained relations within the family. It was still a surprise that grandfather had chosen not to include himself and simply stayed mute. While I was relieved that grandfather had refrained from intervening, a sense of unease lingered in the air. His threat loomed over me like a dark cloud, a reminder of the consequences of defying him. I wanted to believe that he would never carry out such a heinous act as harming Chloe, but I knew better than to underestimate him. grandfather was a man of his word, and his threats carried weight. He never made empty promises, and if pushed to the brink, he would not hesitate to follow through on his intentions. The unsettling

Alistair’s Pov Amelie's uncle stood before me, a deep frown etched upon his face, his hands hidden behind his back. His disappointment was palpable, a silent rebuke for my recent display of disrespect towards Amelie and her family. I understood his reaction all too well. My actions had undoubtedly caused disappointment and strained relations within the family. It was still a surprise that grandfather had chosen not to include himself and simply stayed mute. While I was relieved that grandfather had refrained from intervening, a sense of unease lingered in the air. His threat loomed over me like a dark cloud, a reminder of the consequences of defying him. I wanted to believe that he would never carry out such a heinous act as harming Chloe, but I knew better than to underestimate him. grandfather was a man of his word, and his threats carried weight. He never made empty promises, and if pushed to the brink, he would not hesitate to follow through on his intentions. The unsettling