All Chapters of Will You Marry Me?: Chapter 241 - Chapter 246

MONTHS LATER The bass from the club's sound system thrummed through the floor, vibrating up through Carlos's chest as he and Manuel settled into a corner booth. The lighting was dim, pulsing with blues and purples that cast shifting shadows across their faces. Around them, the crowd moved like a living thing—bodies pressed together on the dance floor, laughter and conversation mixing with the heavy beat of the music. Carlos's eyes swept the room methodically, cataloging exits, noting faces, searching for one man. His fingers drummed against the leather seat, a nervous habit he'd developed over the past month of waiting, planning, and systematically dismantling the empire his family had built. "Relax," Manuel said, signaling the waitress. "Felix will show. Our contact confirmed he'd be here tonight." "I'll relax when this is over," Carlos replied, his voice barely audible over the music. "When Felix gives us what we need." They ordered drinks—whiskey for Carlos, vodka for Manu

The morning light filtered through the curtains with cruel gentility, illuminating the chaos of scattered clothes and tangled sheets. Zoya's eyes fluttered open, her body aching in ways that made her breath catch—not entirely from pain. She turned her head slowly on the pillow, and her heart seized. Manuel sat beside her on the bed, half naked, watching her with unreadable eyes. Shock paralyzed her for a heartbeat before hot tears spilled down her cheeks. "Are you going to call the cops right now?" His voice was silk over steel, amused and lethal all at once. A smile broke through her tears, unbidden and genuine. The absurdity of it—that he thought she was some ordinary woman he'd subdued and conquered. Manuel's head tilted, a predator's curiosity flickering across his handsome face. "Oh, you're smiling and crying at the same time. What should I make of this?" Zoya forced steadiness into her voice, channeling every lesson from her training. "What do you want then? Do y

Manuel Navarro had never been obsessed with a woman before. He'd had plenty of women. Beautiful women. Willing women. Women who knew exactly what they were getting into when they climbed into his bed. He enjoyed them, pleased them, and sent them on their way without a second thought. But Zoya. Damn it, Zoya. For two days, she'd haunted him. Her taste. Her scent. The sounds she'd made when she came apart in his arms. The way she'd looked at him afterward, like she couldn't decide whether to kiss him or kill him. He'd told her to meet him at the club tonight. Told himself that if she didn't show up, that would be the end of it. He'd move on. Find someone else. Forget about the brunette with the fire in her eyes and sin on her lips. But he was lying to himself, and he knew it. If she didn't show up tonight, he would hunt her down. He would find her no matter where she tried to hide. Because whatever this was between them, it wasn't finished yet. He sat at his usual table