Semua Bab Touch me, Ruin me: Daddy's pet: Bab 41 - Bab 50

James pov Father: After securing the contract for you, you still managed to lose it to Alaric. I am deeply disappointed. You couldn’t even win against that child? You are the heir to the Voss Enterprise. If you can’t handle something as simple as this, then perhaps you’re not ready. Do whatever it takes to make him lose the deal. Your grandfather might not say it out loud, but he’s not pleased, Alaric is receiving the majority of the percentage. Me: I apologize, Father. I understand. I won’t fail you this time. Father: I do not need your empty promises. What I need are results. It's been confirmed that the Ashford Corporation is also part of this deal. Alaric is offering them a 10% profit, and you know that bastard never does anything without a motive. I want you to find out why he did it. I raised a brow as I read the messages, a frown tugging at the corner of my lips. My fingers stilled against the table beside me, eyes narrowing in disbelief. “Alaric was offering the As

Alaric pov James. Now. How do I describe my half-brother? Cold? Cruel? Manipulative? Yes— manipulative. He had a habit of using people to get what he wanted in such a way that they never even realized they were being used, played like pawns in his little game. Just like now. It was obvious he’d used these dogs to stir up trouble in my club as payback for getting the contract. He hadn’t even lifted a finger from where he sat, yet he got exactly what he wanted. But there was one thing he hadn’t realized about me. Whatever bad traits he saw in himself, I had worse. And when I’m pushed to my limit... I don’t just bend. I snap. I lose all sense of rationality and when I do, I don’t think— I just act. A smirk tugged at my lips as I met James’s gaze, raising my hand into the air before bringing it down to Caleb. Smack! Caleb hissed in pain, his head snapping to the side, eyes squeezed shut. Then he screamed, thrashing beneath me, his hands pushing at my chest in

Isla pov I was all just in my head. I was just imagining it. Yet my entire body trembled as I watched the van disappear into the distance. I didn’t know what compelled me, but I quickly read out the plate number, trying hard to memorize it. “7LXG295,” I whispered under my breath and shakily reached for my phone to type it down in case I forgot. But before I could, a loud knock on the window made me jump. My head snapped to the side in fright, only to see a man furiously banging on the glass, his other hand clutching the back of his neck in pain. “Come out, you bitch! Look at what you did to my car! Are you blind?! Can’t you see where you’re going?!” he yelled, his voice thunderous. I flinched, glancing at the car I had crashed into earlier. “Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, my eyes widening as I glanced back at the furious man still yelling and banging on the window. My gaze quickly took in his appearance, tattoos covering his arms, rough clothes, and a deep scar runn

Isla pov As soon as I stepped into my office, I placed my bag on the desk and pulled out the bank card, a small smile tugging at my lips as I shook my head, remembering the scene from earlier. Suhyeon and Esther had always been there for me, ever since the day we met. Through thick and thin, they made sure I was okay— even back in college. Suhyeon had taken on the role of the mother I never had, something my stepmother never even attempted. And Esther… she was like the troublesome sister I had always wished for. And I wasn’t talking about the Isolde kind of troublesome. That thought made me pause, I wondered how they were all doing back home. Not that it mattered anymore. I’d run away, blocked them all, cut every tie. I didn’t want to see them or hear from them again. “Time to get to work,” I muttered under my breath with a small smile, slipping the bank card back into my bag and reaching to turn on the laptop. But before I could, a knock at the door froze me in place.

Alaric pov Lust— use it to mask your pain. Laughter— use it to hide your emotions. Always smile to conceal your nightmares. Let no one see the scars on your wrists, the demons you carry inside. Let them never know how weak you really are. Because weakness is a disease. “But how do you feel about wrapping those pretty lips around my dick instead?” I murmured, a slow smirk curving my lips as I felt her stiffen, my breath grazing her ear. Her skin flushed a deep shade of red in an instant. She gasped softly when my hand moved to her neck, gently brushing her hair back, while the other hand trailed down to her shirt, swiftly undoing the first button, then the second. Without hesitation, I tugged the shirt back slightly, revealing just her shoulder to me. The moment I saw it, I ran my tongue over my teeth, the urge to sink them into her flesh and leave my mark there nearly overwhelming but instead, I leaned in and whispered under my breath. “Hm? Do you want to, little rose?” I mu