All Chapters of Ruthless Temptation: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Emma The following weeks were a blur of planning and vision, both for the business and our personal lives. There was a renewed sense of purpose between Killian and me. Our conversation had ignited something in me—a new understanding of where we were heading and the need to embrace both our individual aspirations and shared dreams. Our family had always been our anchor, but now we had the chance to truly build something lasting, both in our careers and in our personal lives. I found myself returning to the office with a new sense of clarity. The work we were doing felt even more meaningful. Every decision we made, every project we touched, it all felt like part of a bigger picture. As we moved forward with our plans, I made sure to carve out time to nurture the most important things—our children, our relationship, and the legacy we were creating for ourselves. But it wasn’t always easy. We still had to balance our demanding care

Emma The week had passed in a whirlwind of activity, and as I stood on the balcony, watching the sunset paint the sky with hues of orange and pink, I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude. Life had been a series of twists and turns, but somehow, we always found our way back to each other. Killian and I had come a long way from where we first started—navigating our relationship, building our careers, and creating a family. And now, as we stood on the cusp of something new, something even more exciting, I couldn’t help but feel that this was just the beginning. A new chapter for us, for our family, and for the future we were building together. Killian came up behind me, slipping his arms around my waist. The warmth of his embrace was all I needed to feel grounded, to remind me that no matter what lay ahead, we were in it together. He rested his chin on my shoulder, looking out at the view with me. “Everything fee

Killian’s POV After the last balloon had deflated, the cake had been picked at one too many times, and every glittery tiara had been tucked away, the house finally returned to some semblance of calm. Alina was passed out in her room, surrounded by a sea of pink wrapping paper and stuffed unicorns. Max had been rocked to sleep in Emma’s arms not long after we dimmed the lights. The silence that followed the storm of a seven-year-old’s birthday party felt sacred. I stepped out onto the back patio with a beer in hand, looking up at the sky. The stars were faint tonight, city lights drowning most of them out, but the moon glowed strong. I heard the sliding door open behind me and turned to find Emma barefoot, a throw blanket wrapped around her, a sleepy smile on her face. “Your daughter had the time of her life,” she said, leaning into me, her head resting against my shoulder. “Our

Emma’s POV The rhythmic sound of waves crashing against the shore greeted Emma as she stepped onto the balcony of their villa. The salty sea breeze tousled her hair, and the early morning sunlight painted a golden glow over the horizon. Wrapped in a silk robe, she took a slow sip of coffee, her eyes drifting to the stretch of coastline below. Cape Town was magic. Untamed and beautiful—just like the man who appeared behind her, arms circling her waist from behind. “Morning,” Killian whispered, pressing a kiss to her temple. She leaned into him instinctively. “This is my new favorite place.” “Mine too.” He nuzzled her neck. “You smell like dreams.” Emma chuckled. “That’s just the vanilla lotion I used last night.” He smirked against her skin. “Then vanilla dreams, it is.” Their quiet moment was interrupted by the unmistakable sound of little feet running through the vill

Emma’s POV: It’s early Saturday morning, and I wake up to the gentle hum of the city outside the window. The soft, golden rays of sunlight seep through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. I shift slightly, the quiet rhythm of Killian’s breathing lulling me into a sense of peace, and then I feel it—a sudden surge of desire. The familiar warmth spreads from my chest to the tips of my fingers, and without hesitation, I roll over and gently slip my hands under the sheets. I move closer to him, my body pressing against his, and the moment our skin touches, a spark ignites. Killian stirs, his breath catching in the stillness of the morning. I can feel his body responding even before his eyes flutter open, and I smile, knowing how much he enjoys these spontaneous moments between us. “Good morning,” I whisper, my voice hushed but full of intent. He groans softly in response, pulling me closer, his hand sli