All Chapters of ON THE BRUTAL BILLIONAIRE'S BED: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

LANAOur gazes locked, and I couldn't stop myself from wrapping my arms around his neck."Do you still want me the way I want you?" I asked, opening my heart to him.He looked deeply into my eyes, then pulled me closer by the waist. His finger brushed my lower lip as he answered, "I always want you. My love for you will never change."Done talking, he lowered his head and captured my lips. His tongue slid into my mouth, and I felt myself getting soaked.I moaned into his mouth as we kissed. He grabbed my butt and fondled it. Breaking the kiss, I couldn't hold back any longer. "I want you to fuck me."I melted into his arms as I made my request. He leaned toward my ear and smirked. "As you wish."His lips crashed into mine again, and he began removing my clothes while I hurried to strip him naked as well.Once we were both naked, he lifted me off the floor and carried me to the bed. He spread my legs and knelt between them.I arched my back as I felt his tongue on my pussy, swirling ar

LANAThe drive to the church left me feeling unsettled; I couldn’t shake the thought that Bernardo was still in New York. When the convoy arrived, we pulled over, and I stepped out of the car, lowering my veil.My mom and the others entered the church through the side door, and a carpet was rolled out to the main entrance. Holding a flower, I walked toward the door as petals rained down on the carpet.The double doors swung open, revealing the soft strains of a piano. I glanced toward the altar and saw Maximum in a crisp white suit, looking incredibly handsome. A smile spread across my face as I approached him step by step. My dad stood and took my hand, leading me to the altar. He looked at Maximum and said, “Treat her well,” before stepping back.The priest officiated the ceremony, and after exchanging vows and sharing a kiss, we left the altar together.Once we were alone, Maximum turned to me, concern etched on his face. “You seem nervous. What’s wrong?”I smiled ruefully, relieve

LANAI could hardly believe my ears. I thought he was joking, but when I heard him say, “Take all her belongings and don’t let her step out of the door. She isn’t allowed to leave her room,” I realized my father was serious.The mansion’s security guards walked in, responding in unison, “Yes, sir.”He released my hand and looked at me with an icy glare. In that moment, I understood: his intention to imprison me wasn’t a spur-of-the-moment decision. It had been premeditated.“You know my husband will come for me,” I managed to say, trying to hold onto my defiance.My father sneered. “Not when I tell him you’re not here. I’ll make him believe you eloped with your stepfather, Bernardo.”My eyes widened as the truth struck me. Bernardo was free in New York not because he had the means to be, but because my father was protecting him.All the good impressions I once held of my father shattered in an instant. He wasn’t just a scoundrel; he was a monster.But I refused to let his actions brea

LANAWhen I realized he was actually ridiculing the statement I had made, I felt my blood boil with frustration. Impatiently, I blurted out, "Don't say I didn't warn you, Dad. Let me go."My dad shot me a look that practically called me an idiot, then shook his head and said, "Don’t dream too much, baby girl. Your dear husband has already been fooled—he’s taken the bait. Right now, he thinks you're in Spain with Bernardo, considering your history with him..."He cackled evilly, and I felt my whole body tremble at the revelation: my dad knew everything that had happened between Mom and me, especially with Bernardo. He had always acted like he didn’t know.Seeing the shock on my face, he chuckled softly before adding, "Don’t worry, I don’t know all the details. But remember, you are still my daughter. Think about what I said."Then he turned around and walked away. I watched him go, realization sinking in—that my dad had been fooling all of us all along. He was pretending, playing us lik

LANAWhen we got home, I was already exhausted. After washing up, I climbed into bed and drifted off to sleep. Maximum was so understanding that he didn’t bother me or try to start a conversation.The next morning, the sweet aroma of a delicious meal woke me from my sleep. I opened my eyes to see my husband standing nearby."Breakfast in bed, baby," he said with a smile.I looked at him and returned his smile, greeting, "Good morning, my love."He walked over, kissed my forehead gently, and said, "Eat quickly."I stretched, yawned, and asked, "Are you going out?"He turned to me and reassured, "I’ll be back sooner than you think."Relief washed over me because I missed him so much and wished I could spend the whole day with him.He left the room, and I began eating. After breakfast, I washed up and then fell asleep again, unaware that I was mentally stressed from spending days confined in my father’s house.A kiss on my forehead woke me from sleep. With my eyes still shut, I reached o