All Chapters of Captured By The Powerful Mr. Moore: His Forbidden Claim : Chapter 61 - Chapter 69

The dinner ended, but Grayson’s anger remained—fierce and simmering beneath his perfectly composed, stoic face.He had been holding it since in the park when he saw them both together—happily talking and taking pictures. Seeing Aurora’s warm expression and smiling because of another man, it hit his gut—hard. Aurora was his—heart, body and soul. Her whole world is supposed to be his—not with another guy. His hand itches to smash Julian's face, really. He only endured it—longer than he thought he would. All throughout the meal, his sharp eyes stayed glued to Julian, observing every bold movement, every smug smile, and especially every time he placed food onto Aurora’s plate like it was his right. He was challenging him in silence. The audacity was maddening.Grayson clenched his jaw so tightly that a vein pulsed along his temple. The only reason he hadn’t snapped at the table was because of Maria—Aurora’s mother, who kept smiling brightly as if she didn’t feel the thick tension poison

The morning sunlight spilled quietly into the grand halls of the Moore estate, but nothing about the atmosphere felt warm. It was still the same suffocating morning—like the calm before a storm that everyone could feel coming.Aurora walked silently through the corridor, her hands clasped in front of her, her heart still sore from last night.She hadn’t slept much. After everything that had happened in the car, she didn’t know what to feel.Grayson’s words had broken something in her—but not in the way she expected.He had confessed.Not with flowers or soft promises, but with fire and desperation—as if it were the only way he knew how to say it. And in return, she had given herself to him again.Completely.But now, as she descended the staircase, her steps slowed.A soft, familiar voice echoed from below.“Where did you go last night? I was waiting for you. I thought we'd have dinner together,” Natalie’s gentle voice floated in the air.“I was busy,” Grayson’s deep voice replied cur

The silence in the estate was deceptive.Aurora could feel the weight of it pressing down on her as she wandered the hallway near the east wing, where sunlight slanted softly through the open space of the big terrace—painting everything in a golden hue that felt too gentle for what was coming.She hadn’t eaten anything since morning. Her thoughts were too tangled to allow her appetite room.Natalie’s return had shaken her more than she wanted to admit. And though Grayson had barely said a word to her since, his silence was a language she’d come to understand. But last night—the things he said…Her fingers curled over the edge of the railings of the balcony, knuckles turning pale. She couldn’t pretend those moments didn’t happen. And yet this morning, he’d walked Natalie back to her room like nothing had changed.Aurora bit down hard on her lip.She didn’t want to be angry. But she was.She didn’t want to feel jealous. But she did.And she hated that all of this was making her fall f

Grayson stormed down the hospital hallway like a king of execution—ready to punish the one who dared to cross him. His fists were clenched the entire time, jaw firmly locked, and his entire body was burning with one single need—To see the woman who had pushed the timid Aurora over the edge.The moment he reached the door to Natalie’s private suite, he didn’t hesitate or even bother to knock. He shoved it open so hard that the hinges groaned sharply.Natalie sat on the bed with her legs dangling over the edge, scrolling through her phone as if nothing had happened.As if the blood staining the halls of his life didn’t matter.She looked up, startled by the harsh sound. But her eyes lit up as she quickly set her phone aside and rose.“Grayson,” she called out, soft and trembling—putting on the same pitiful expression she always used when trying to win him over. “You came to see me..”She took a step forward, reaching out as if throwing herself into his arms like she always did.But she

All eyes turned to the source of the voice. Aurora blinked in surprise. “Julian?” He stood by the door, holding a basket of fruit and a bouquet of white lilies. His gaze fell on her worn-down, pale appearance as she sat weakly on the bed. Then his sharp gaze shifted back to Natalie, his expression turning dim. The moment of silence stretched on. But Natalie broke it with her scornful scoff. “Oh, great. Now it's the young master of the Collins family,” she smirked, then turned back to Aurora. "You know what Aurora, I really admire how you easily seduce men.” Julian’s expression turned cold as he looked over Natalie. “I would’ve asked if I'm exactly facing the real Ms. Smith, as the person I'm talking right now is completely the opposite,” Julian