All Chapters of Her Sweetest Mistake [Dark Erotica]: Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

Zoe Newton:After combing her hair, she grabbed her bag and walked out of her office as she took the elevator downstairs. Then Zoe just simply got into Philip's car seeing him waiting for her. "I asked my dad and he said okay but don't let your parents know that okay Zoe?" Zoe nodded at him with a smile because this is more than enough for her.After waiting for years, Zoe finally landed in her homeland. Zoe looked at Philip's parents and smiled before walking away. They really did a big help by taking her with them in their private plane. Zoe looked at the time and saw it was already seven in the morning, so this means the wedding begins at nine. She can go there in two hours, taking a deep breath. Zoe stopped a taxi and got into it as she gave the address to the driver. Tears filled in her eyes as she looked everywhere she once lived. But most importantly, her heart was aching because of Scot.Countless questions surged into her mind, 'did he fall in love with Alicia after I left? O

Zoe Newton:Zoe is just a girl who has no relationship with scot. They could have simply been lovers and spent their time instead of facing a disaster like this. But now everything has happened. The only thing Scot can do is save her and make her his. Scot sighed and walked away from the emergency room with his mom and got into the car which Zoe's dad and her came in.Zoe's dad was already there burning his face against his palms. Scot talked to him not wanting to let him feel regret for his actions. If he didn't do that , maybe Scot couldn't have met her. Scot looked at the ring on his hand and took it off without a hesitation.'How can I be with another woman while the girl I love is here with me?' Scot sighed and drove towards the hotel where he had his wedding, entering the hotel, he took the elevator to the seventh floor wanting to meet Alicia.As Scot entered the room, which they were supposed to stay in tonight, he saw Alicia was there crying. Then she looked at him and got up

Elias Monroe had always hated the smell of home.Not because it was bad—his mother had kept the place pristine even after she left—but because it was the scent of memories he couldn’t quite scrub out of his brain. Waxed floors. Fresh laundry. The faintest trace of his father’s cologne lingering like a ghost in every room. Coming back always felt like slipping into a version of himself he no longer fit into. A version that's too tight, too polished, too obedient.He stood in the front hallway for a minute, just breathing it in. Letting it settle like dust on his skin.It had been four years since he’d been here for more than a holiday. Now he was back, graduated, untethered, and already itching to leave again.“Eli?” his father’s voice echoed down the hallway.“Yeah,” Eli called, dropping his duffel bag near the stairs. “Just got in.”Footsteps thudded from the back of the house. His father appeared in the doorway, arms open, a wide grin stretched across his face.“Look at you,” he sa

The day stretched long and slow, humid and heavy, despite the early summer breeze. Eli spent most of it pretending to help around the house, organizing boxes in the garage, halfheartedly sweeping the back patio, avoiding his father’s attempts to talk long-term plans. He offered distracted nods and vague answers, all while his mind kept drifting back to one thing.One person.Dominic.He kept replaying the morning over and over again. Dominic at the stove, the heat in his voice when he said it is real, the way he hadn’t pulled away from Eli’s touch. It wasn’t just attraction. It wasn’t just a crush. It was something else now. Something bigger, more dangerous.And it was mutual.Eli knew it with a certainty that made his chest tighten and his thoughts scatter.By late afternoon, the air had turned sticky, the kind of thick summer heat that clung to your skin and made everything feel slower, heavier. Eli headed out to the back deck, peeling off his shirt and stretching out on one of the

“Eli—”But Eli was already lowering himself onto Dominic’s lap, one leg on either side. He didn’t touch him. Not yet. Just hovered, heart hammering.Dominic gripped the arms of the chair like a lifeline. “This isn’t—”“You want to stop me?” Eli whispered.Dominic didn’t move. “You don’t play fair.”“I’m not playing at all.”Silence stretched. One heartbeat. Two.Then Dominic’s hand rose—slow, almost trembling—and came to rest at Eli’s waist. Not pulling. Just touching. Like he needed the contact to remember he was real.Eli leaned in, breath brushing Dominic’s cheek. “I’m not asking for forever.”Dominic’s voice was a rasp. “Then what are you asking for?”Eli looked at him, steady and unflinching. “One night. One moment. One yes.”Dominic’s hands slid up Eli’s back, fingers curling against the fabric of his t-shirt. His mouth hovered close enough for Eli to feel the heat of it. But he didn’t move closer.He just said, “Not yet.”Eli nodded slowly. “Okay.”He rose, deliberately slow, a