Todos los capítulos de Enslaved by my Husband's Beta: Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

The first few days after Dominic’s proposal felt surreal. Like waking up in a dream, not quite believing that the nightmare of misunderstandings, doubts, and heartbreak had finally ended. Every time I glanced at the ring glimmering on my finger, a thrill of disbelief shot through me. Dominic was mine—no half-measures, no holding back. And I was his.This morning, sunlight streamed through the curtains of his—no, our—bedroom. The scent of coffee wafted through the air, mingling with the faint aroma of lavender from the bouquet he’d surprised me with last night. Dominic was already up, probably brewing that coffee, and I couldn’t help the smile tugging at my lips.Sliding out of bed, I wrapped myself in one of his oversized shirts, inhaling the comforting scent of him as I made my way to the kitchen. There he was, hair disheveled, wearing a plain white tee and grey sweats, looking like he’d stepped out of one of my favorite daydreams.“Morning,” he greeted, his smile warm as he handed m

The confrontation with Julian Kane should have been the climax of our struggles, but as it turned out, it was only the prelude.Julian was apprehended quickly after the police arrived, his threats dissolving into pathetic excuses as they hauled him away. I thought the worst was over, that Dominic and I could finally breathe freely again. But life has a way of twisting the knife when you least expect it.It started with an innocent phone call.“Mrs. Blackwood?”I froze at the sound of the unfamiliar voice. “Yes, this is Elise Blackwood. Who’s calling?”“This is Detective Harris with the Financial Crimes Division. I need to speak with you and your husband regarding an ongoing investigation. Would you be available to meet at our office?”I frowned, glancing at Dominic, who was standing across the room. He caught my expression and walked over, his brow furrowing.“Can you tell me what this is about?” I asked cautiously.“It’s sensitive,” the detective replied. “But it concerns irregularit

(ELISE)The drive back to the apartment felt suffocating. The silence between us was almost oppressive, pressing down on my chest with each passing mile. Dominic sat next to me, his face pale and drawn, his jaw locked tight. I could feel the weight of Victor’s accusations, the sting of the chilling message on my phone—each one a reminder of the danger creeping closer. Neither of us spoke, but the unspoken tension between us was palpable, filling the car and making the air thick with unease.I couldn’t stand it anymore.“Who would send that message?” I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper, but loud enough to break the silence that had swallowed us whole.Dominic’s eyes were fixed on the road, but his fingers gripped the armrest, his knuckles white. “It could be anyone connected to my father’s past, or one of the people Victor mentioned,” he replied, his voice taut with something I couldn’t quite place. “I don’t know.”“No.” I turned to him, catching his glance for just a moment.

(ELISE)The room seemed to vibrate with tension as Creed’s cruel smile twisted into a smirk of amusement. Dominic was slumped in the chair, his face pale but his eyes sharp, tracking every movement in the room. I could feel the weight of his stare on me, but I didn’t dare meet his gaze. Not yet.Creed stepped closer, the gun in his hand casually dangling as though he wasn’t holding my entire world in his palm. The two men blocking the exit were armed, their broad shoulders and menacing glares making them appear like immovable statues.“You know,” Creed said, his voice almost conversational, “I have to admit, I didn’t expect you to show up this quickly. Dominic always said you were resourceful, but I assumed you’d at least hesitate. Shows how little I know.”I forced myself to hold his gaze, hiding the fear simmering beneath my surface. “If you wanted me here so badly, you’ve got me. Now let him go.”Creed chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Oh, Elise. It’s not that simple. Dominic her

The next few hours were a blur of activity. Dominic, Dante, and I worked in sync, piecing together a plan that felt both daring and borderline suicidal. The docks were Creed’s stronghold, a sprawling maze of warehouses and shipping containers guarded by his most loyal enforcers. If we were going to take him down, we had to be precise.Dominic laid out a crude map on the desk, his finger tracing potential entry points and vulnerabilities. “Creed will have men posted here, here, and here,” he said, pointing to the main gates and key vantage points. “But the real action will be in Warehouse 12. That’s where they’ll load the shipment.”“And that’s where we’ll hit him?” I asked, leaning over the map.Dominic shook his head. “Not directly. We’ll divide their attention. Dante and I will draw their focus here”—he pointed to a side entrance near the east gate—“while you create a diversion near the south docks.”I blinked, unsure if I’d heard him correctly. “You want me to create a diversion? H