Semua Bab Stripper by Night, Doctor by Deception : Bab 91 - Bab 100

RICARDOI didn’t understand. Punishment? What the hell was Ryan talking about? My mind spun, scrambling for a way to make sense of it all. But when I asked, his stare didn’t waver, and his lips pressed into a thin line.“No questions,” he said again. “Eat first.”I hesitated, then reached for the first spoonful. The moment the food touched my tongue, a flicker of memory hit me… poisoning. The whole mess. My stomach twisted, and for a split second, I thought about shoving the spoon away.But then I shook my head, swallowed hard and started eating, each bite slower than the last, all while Ryan’s eyes didn’t leave me. There was something in his gaze, it was calm, cold, and so intense it made my skin crawl.When the plate was finally empty, I dropped it on the bedside table and grabbed the glass of water, gulping it down quickly. My throat burned, but I forced myself to swallow every drop.“I’m done.”Ryan nodded and stood up. My heart started hammering as he moved to the black bag bes

RYANI turned my head slowly, my pulse still hammering from the confrontation I hadn’t even finished. My breath caught again when I saw who the voice belonged to.Elena.She was walking toward us casually, but the second she noticed Rafael standing beside me, she halted, her eyes widening slightly.“Oh… sorry,” she said, feigning innocence with a small wave of her hand. “I didn’t realize you had company.”I knew that was all an act, but then why did she have to cover up for me?She looked at me, then at Rafael, then back at me. Her presence felt like a goddamn fire extinguisher thrown into an open flame. The heat didn’t disappear, but it sizzled back just enough to confuse everyone in the room.I glanced at Rafael.And there it was.Relief.In his eyes. In his posture. In the way his chest dropped like he’d just dodged a bullet he wasn’t ready to take. His shoulders eased, and a tight breath escaped his mouth like he’d convinced himself I hadn’t just slept with his brother. He didn’t

RYANI walked slowly toward Ricardo’s office, every step careful. My heart pounded with each movement and I kept looking over my shoulder, making sure no one else was heading in this direction. The last thing I needed was some nosy maid or clueless guard asking questions.Tonight wasn’t about Ryan, the sweet, confused boy they all thought I was.Tonight, I was done playing nice.I was done being scared.I was done being used. I was getting serious with this mission. No more hesitation. No more guilt.Ricardo had taken everything from me. My mother. My peace. My future. He thought he could own me, mold me, break me.But I was going to break him first.And I was going to enjoy it.I reached the door to his office, my breath steady, my mind clear. I dropped to one knee and pulled out the slim tool I’d swiped from the janitor’s closet last week. Took me days to learn the right way to use it without triggering the silent alarm.Ricardo was a paranoid bastard. Every inch of this mansion had

RYANI wasn’t hurting because Ricardo kicked me out.No, that wasn’t what cracked my chest open.It was the fact that I had barely started, barely gotten my plan into motion and already he’d found out part of the truth.I clenched my jaw, pacing the room like a lion in a cage.Stupid mistake. I should’ve known Rafael would run his mouth eventually. I should’ve dealt with him first.But I wasn’t done.Not even close.I already had one of the files I needed. One of Ricardo’s little secrets, tucked safely away in the bottom of my bag. That file alone could bury him in ways he didn’t even see coming. I just needed a little more time just enough to end this. End him. And then Lucas. That snake.. I knew he'd d come for me the second he smelled blood in the water. And right now? I was leaking.Fine.Let them come.I’ll bury them both.I walked over to my duffel bag and unzipped it, calmly pulling out my clothes and folding them into the box.Behind me, I heard my door creak. I glanced up.Ra

RICARDOBang. Bang. Bang.I groaned and opened one eye.Bang. Bang. Bang.The pounding on the door grew louder, sharper, until it felt like it was slamming against my skull.“Fuck…” I muttered, pressing a hand to my forehead. My head was pounding. Aching like I'd been hit with a goddamn steel bat.What the hell happened last night?I sat up slowly, blinking against the blinding daylight filtering through the window. The pain in my head made it hard to think, like I’d been drugged or drinking, but I couldn’t remember touching a single drop of liquor.My tongue was dry. My limbs heavy.Something was off.Really off.I looked around the room, scanning every corner, every surface, trying to piece it together. There was a faint trace of perfume in the air… Lipstick on a water bottle on the nightstand.Someone had been here.With me.But who?Nothing. Not a damn thing came back. My memory of last night was completely blank. Like it had been wiped clean.The banging came again, this time har