All Chapters of His Terms, My Surrender: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

I swallowed hard, my pulse pounding in my ears. My legs felt stiff as I forced myself to move, turning quickly toward my room before Elianna could notice me lingering outside her door. Every step felt heavier than the last, my mind spinning with what I had just heard.She lied.She wasn’t pregnant with Theo’s child.She had been playing him, manipulating him, using the one thing she knew would keep her safe in this house. And he fell for it. We all did.I reached my bedroom door and slipped inside, shutting it behind me as quietly as I could. My hands trembled slightly as I locked it. My chest was tight, my breathing uneven.What the hell was I supposed to do with this information?Theo needed to know, but would he believe me?I let out a shaky breath, pressing my palm against the doorframe. My heart pounded, frustration clawing at my chest.I hated Theo. I hated the way he controlled my life, the way he made me feel powerless. I hated how easily he could turn my world upside down.Bu

The next item was unveiled, and a hush fell over the room.Inside a glass case, glowing under the bright lights, was a breathtaking necklace—The Queen’s Tear.The auctioneer’s voice carried across the ballroom. “Ladies and gentlemen, this is no ordinary piece. The Queen’s Tear is a legendary necklace, crafted in the early 1800s from the finest gold and encrusted with an extraordinary blue diamond from South Africa’s historic Cullinan mines. It is said that this diamond was once part of a royal crown but was later lost to time. Now, it stands as one of the rarest and most expensive jewelry pieces in the world.”Murmurs of awe spread through the crowd.Theo finally leaned forward, his sharp gaze locked onto the necklace.“The opening bid starts at five million dollars.”Theo raised his hand immediately.“Five million,” the auctioneer announced.A beat of silence. Then, another hand shot up.“Six million.”I turned toward the bidder, but my breath caught in my throat.The man was sitting

Theo didn’t say another word.His grip was like iron as he dragged me through the hallway, his pace unrelenting. My heart pounded, my mind racing to process everything that had just happened. The masked man. The video. The accusations.The whispers of the guests followed us, but I barely heard them over the ringing in my ears.Theo’s driver was already waiting outside. The sleek black car loomed in the dim light, and before I could say anything, he shoved the door open and all but threw me inside.The door slammed shut behind him, sealing us in suffocating silence.Theo didn’t look at me.Didn’t speak.The only sound was the low hum of the engine as the car pulled away from the grand building.I could feel his fury in the way his body was tense beside me, in the way his fingers tapped against his knee in a slow, controlled rhythm. A warning. A storm waiting to break.I swallowed hard, pressing my hands against my lap, my nails digging into my palms. I wanted to say something, to plead

She remained frozen, her body trembling, her eyes wide with terror. "I... I can't," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper.My patience snapped. I grabbed her arm, pulling her roughly towards the bed. With a forceful shove, I threw her onto the plush mattress. She landed with a soft thud, her eyes widening in fear as I loomed over her."Fine," I said, my voice dangerously calm. "If you won't perform willingly, then we'll do it my way."I walked to a nearby cabinet, opening it to reveal a set of polished steel chains. I turned back to her, a cruel smile playing on my lips. "I know this wasn't exactly what he did," I said, the chains clinking in my hand, "but you know mine comes with style."I moved back to the bed, and with swift, efficient movements, I chained her wrists to the bedposts. Then, I secured her ankles, leaving her spread-eagled and completely at my mercy.I turned to her, my gaze sweeping over her bound form. A slow, deliberate smile spread across my face. I began to u

I surveyed the scene: Sofia, chained to the bed, her body marked with my violence; Elianna, unconscious and bound on the floor. A sense of dark satisfaction washed over me. They were both mine, completely at my mercy. I moved to the liquor cabinet, pouring another glass of whiskey. I needed to plan my next move. I strode over to Elianna, her unconscious form sprawled on the floor. With a sneer, I spread her legs wide, exposing her to my gaze. "You wanted to be a mother, Elianna?" I hissed, my voice dripping with contempt. "Well, let's see how you like this kind of motherhood." With a brutal thrust, I entered her, ignoring her limpness, her vulnerability. "Maybe this little bastard will learn some manners in there," I growled, each thrust a vicious punishment. "Learn to pick a better mother, perhaps."I continued my assault, my movements harsh and punishing, a brutal expression of my rage. But I held back, refusing to give her the satisfaction of my release. I withdrew, leaving her