All Chapters of Ruthless Temptation: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

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Through My Eyes — A Love Story

POV: Alina ThomasI don’t remember a time when my parents didn’t love each other loudly.It was like breathing for them natural, constant, sometimes embarrassing but always beautiful.Growing up, I thought it was normal for parents to sneak kisses when they thought no one was looking. Normal to catch your dad spinning your mom around the kitchen in his arms, a spatula still dripping pancake batter in one hand. Normal to find your mom curled against your dad on the couch, giggling like a teenager at something only he could whisper in her ear.As a kid, I used to groan and cover my eyes dramatically.“Ugh, get a room!” I’d complain, earning twin bursts of laughter and a quick peck on my forehead.I pretended to be grossed out. Pretended not to notice how safe and happy it made me feel.Because the truth was, I loved it.Even then, I knew I was witnessing something rare.When I was younger before Amelie came along i

Love Lives Here

POV: Amelie Thomas If you ever asked me what love looked like, I’d tell you it looked like my parents on an ordinary Tuesday morning. Not some big dramatic thing. Not flowers or grand gestures (though Dad was weirdly good at those too). No it was in the way Mom handed Dad his coffee just the way he liked it, already knowing he’d stayed up late working. It was the way Dad absentmindedly tucked a strand of hair behind Mom’s ear when she leaned over the kitchen counter. It was the stolen smiles, the soft touches, the easy conversations that floated through the house like music. I grew up in the middle of a love story. One that never needed an audience but somehow made everyone around them believe. When I was little, I didn’t fully understand it. All I knew was that my parents had their own secret language. They could have full conversations w

A Love I Was Born Into

POV: Their Son )Benjamin “Benji” Thomas)Growing up, I always knew my parents were a little… different.Different from the other parents at school pickup.Different from the way my friends talked about their moms and dads.At first, I didn’t have words for it.I just knew that love lived in every corner of our house.You could hear it in the way my mom laughed—big and full and free—at something my dad said.You could see it in the way my dad kissed her on the forehead before he even took his shoes off after work.You could feel it in the way they always made space for each other—no matter how crazy the day had been.I didn’t realize not every kid got to grow up inside a love story.But I did.⸻By the time I was old enough to understand the world a little, my sisters—Alina and Amelie—were practically adults.To me, they were larger-than-life superheroes who somehow always

Once Upon a Vacation

EmmaThe glow of the setting sun turned the Dubai sky into a brilliant swirl of coral and tangerine, casting golden reflections across the private beachfront villa where our entire family had taken up temporary residence. I sat under the pergola, toes curled into the soft sand, sipping iced hibiscus tea and watching the world I’d once dreamed about unfold before my eyes.Lala’s little voice carried in the air, shrieking with joy as she carefully stacked another layer of her sandcastle. Her twin brother, Den, in true little-brother fashion, immediately destroyed it with a glee-filled giggle, prompting a playful chase across the beach. I chuckled to myself. Even in chaos, there was beauty.Alina was watching them both with that quiet serenity she’d always possessed—even as a child. She glanced over her shoulder at her husband, Ben, as he kissed her temple and dropped into the sand beside her, completely at ease with his role as both husband and fat

Bonus chapters-“Morning Light”

Emma’s POVThe first light of morning filtered through sheer white curtains, scattering golden beams across the oak floors of the bedroom. Emma blinked up at the ceiling, the hush of the house wrapping around her like a well-worn shawl. She could hear the soft rustle of leaves outside, the distant coo of morning doves—no crying babies, no school bus roaring down the street, no panicked shouts over forgotten homework. Just peace.But her heart didn’t quite echo the stillness.Retirement, she had learned, brought a different kind of rhythm. There was no longer the frantic race to get two girls out the door, nor the late nights toggling between nursing a newborn and helping with a middle school science fair project. Those years had passed like a storm—intense, chaotic, beautiful—and in their wake, they’d left behind a calm she hadn’t yet grown used to.Emma stretched under the soft linen sheets, letting her eyes drift toward the nightstand. Her journ

“Man of the House”

Killian’s POVThe soft groan of old hinges greeted Killian as he pushed open the garage door. Dust motes danced in golden shafts of morning light, the scent of motor oil and wood mingling with the crisp spring air. It was a Saturday, which meant his tools were fair game and the chaos of family would soon spill into the sanctuary he’d once guarded like a lion.Now? He welcomed it.Especially the sound of little feet.“Pa!” came the excited shout, punctuated by the clatter of sneakers on concrete.Killian turned just in time to catch Benjamin’s son five year-old Ezra running full speed with a crooked smile and wild curls bouncing. He held something small and metallic in his fist.“My bike chain fell off again!”Killian crouched, smiling at the grease-smeared fingers and bright eyes. “You trying to jump the curb again?”Ezra nodded, proud. “Like in the video you showed me!”Killian laughed and ruffled his

“Blueprints and Bedtime”

Alina’s POVAlina stood in the middle of her living room, a juice-stained onesie in one hand and a crumpled set of blueprints in the other, wondering which mess to clean up first—her house, her work, or her marriage.The twins were finally down for their nap, the baby monitor a low whisper on the kitchen counter. She watched it like it might explode. The silence didn’t feel peaceful anymore. It felt like a warning.She was thirty-five, co-founder of one of the fastest-growing boutique architecture firms on the West Coast. She had two gorgeous, spirited three-year-olds who thought the moon was made of cheese and called every bug a “beastie.” She had a home in a leafy neighborhood and a husband who used to kiss her like he couldn’t breathe without her.And lately, she felt like she was drowning in all of it.Alina set the blueprints down, pressing her fingers to her temples. The firm was on the brink of landing a major civic project—a new p

“Freshman Fatherhood”

Benjamin’s POVBenjamin sat on the edge of the crib, watching the tiny chest rise and fall with each breath. His son’s fingers curled like fragile petals, so small they could barely hold onto anything let alone the weight of the world Benjamin suddenly felt on his shoulders.The room was quiet except for the soft hum of the baby monitor. Laila was asleep in the next room, exhausted from the endless cycle of feeding, soothing, and diaper changes. Benjamin should have felt joy. He should have felt something more than a knot of anxiety tightening inside him.But instead, he felt terrified.He wasn’t ready.Not really.He was twenty two years old, a recent college grad still figuring out his own life path, and now here he was a father.The weight of it all was crushing.He rubbed his eyes and glanced down at the sleeping baby. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” he whispered.A knock at the door startled him.

“All the Right Answers”

Amelie’s POVAmelie stared at the glowing screen of her laptop, the cursor blinking mockingly at the end of her unfinished patient notes. She rubbed her temples, the exhaustion in her bones a dull ache that no amount of coffee could fix.She was a pediatrician now—the kind of doctor who was supposed to have all the right answers, the calm voice that reassured worried parents, the steady hands that fixed broken bones and bruised hearts.But right now, Amelie felt like a fraud.Her own daughter was upstairs, asleep in a crib that was a far cry from the sleek hospital bassinets she was used to. The pastel pink walls and stuffed animals were comforting, but they also reminded her that home life was a different kind of challenge—one that she wasn’t always equipped to handle.Mom guilt was a shadow that lurked in every missed bedtime story, every rushed breakfast, every day when she’d handed her daughter off to a sitter so she could work late a

“Full House”

Emma’s POVThe house buzzed with life laughter, footsteps, the high-pitched chatter of toddlers weaving between legs. Plates clinked, and glasses chimed as everyone found their seats around the big oak dining table. The scent of roast chicken and rosemary filled the air, mingling with the faint traces of lemon tart cooling on the counter.Emma stood at the kitchen sink for a moment, letting the warm water run over her hands. She watched her family from the open doorway, a soft smile tugging at her lips.It was everything she had dreamed of and more—her children and their partners, her grandchildren chasing each other with wild abandon, the noise and mess and love all wrapped up in this chaotic Sunday dinner.Alina was telling one of her twins an animated story, while Amelie balanced a fussy baby on her hip, murmuring soothing words. Benjamin was laughing with Laila, his eyes sparkling in a way Emma hadn’t seen since his wedding day.

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