All Chapters of HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION(An Erotic Billionaire Romance): Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Meadow’s POV: I chose the third dress.Not the silk that I wore when Alaric fingered me. Not the velvet dress I wore when I rode his thigh to my orgasm. But the champagne-gold sequin dress that we didn’t do anything in.It was a deliberate act of defiance I was pulling. But I had no other choice.The night he had to leave for work—which I was almost fully certain that it wasn’t—he didn’t get back until way later.I knew that because I stayed awake for hours until I just wasn’t able to and fell asleep. And then for the next two days, I was practically non-existent.It wasn’t so bad, though. I’d finally decided to register for online classes and had basically just been trying to prepare myself and my mind for when I’d start next month.And asides that, I’d also been researching facilities that my sister could’ve possibly been in.And for a moment, I thought I found one.I’d ordered an uber and found my way to the location, but the moment I got there, I knew that wasn’t it. And when I w

Meadow’s POV: ‘Make sure they have her contained.’There was no way Alaric was referring to someone else when he said that. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but when I walked into the garage and he didn’t notice me because he was on the phone, I just stood there. And I caught the end of a very important conversation.He was talking about Juniper—with Trip, no doubt.‘We’ll discuss what to do with her’? What the hell did that mean?What were they doing to her?I forced my expression to be neutral.“West isn’t driving us there?” I asked. I looked around, spotting the SUV West usually drove, my eyes widening at the number of cars in this garage.I didn’t know much about cars, but I knew what luxury vehicles looked like—and these were examples of them.“No,” he replied simply. “Is it a crime to want to be alone with you?”I forced a smile, looking away.I wanted to ask Alaric about the part of the phone call that I’d heard, but when I opened my mouth, something else came out. “I’m ready.” An

Meadow’s POV: The moment I saw Alaric’s mother, it automatically made sense that her sons were so damn attractive.Ingrid Ashford was the epitome of elegance and beauty. Her blond hair was pulled back into a bun—something told me she hardly ever let it fall—her eyes a striking blue color that looked exactly like Nolan’s.She glided toward us in a blue dress that went all the way down, her cheekbones high as she smiled at a few guests. All of a sudden, I forgot how to breathe.Alaric must’ve somehow noticed how tense I was, because his arm came to rest on my lower back and he pulled me closer to him.“Relax, baby,” he murmured into my ear, sending a fresh wave of chill down my spine.“I can’t,” I said through gritted teeth. “You didn’t tell me she was this… intimidating.”How could I relax? The woman hadn’t even gotten to us yet and I could already feel her presence. Could already feel how important she was, both to her sons and the party guests.Alaric didn’t respond, and for a seco

Meadow’s POV: Yvonne stepped further into the bathroom, her heels clicking against the tiles as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.“Oh yeah?” she scoffed. “I mean, you ran away from me the moment you turned eighteen because you couldn’t stand being around me, but sure, Meadow. Long time no see.”I clenched my jaw.Yvonne was only ten years older than Juniper and me. When the incident happened with my parents and we were practically orphaned, she was nearly done with college and offered to take us in right when they were considering putting us in foster homes.She raised us for eight years, and she was right. The moment I turned eighteen, I left and never looked back. But Juniper followed me—per usual.My brows drew together. “That’s not why I left.You know I left because of that scholarship.”I needed to get away from that city, from that life—even if Juniper trailing me halfway across the country defeated the entire purpose. But I was content. Because I’d received a scholar

Meadow’s POV:I’d asked Yvonne to head out of the bathroom first in case anyone was watching us closely—especially Alaric.But now, as I watched them from a distance, I realized how big of a fucking mistake I made by doing that. I should never have trusted her.Should never have trusted that she would keep my secret.And judging from the look on Alaric’s face, I didn’t have much time with him. He looked pissed as he listened to whatever she was telling him about me.My heart beat thundered against my ribcage as I wondered what exactly she was telling him. That she was my aunt? That I was from an influential family? Formerly influential, anyway.Or was she telling him about my deadbeat father who had been locked in prison for over ten years?Either way, who knew what he was going to do to me when he found out that I was deceiving him?I didn’t want to think about the alternative. Didn’t want to consider the other reason that they might have been talking. Reminiscing on the time they’d