All Chapters of Bought For His Son; Pleasured By The Don: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

CASSANDRA “I slept with her; I accepted full accountability,” he began, his tone rough. “But it wasn’t intentional. It was a silly mistake.”“That was your son’s fiancée, Marco. How do you make such a mistake?”“Because I was drunk!” he defended. “I don’t even know how she got into my bed. Mariam was supposed to be there with me, and so I thought—” He trailed off, heaving a deep breath. “I honestly thought it was Mariam I was fucking that night until Nathan barged in,” he continued, his voice dropping low. “And Lisa? I haven’t told anyone, but she came to me the day after. She wanted us to fuck again, and I swear I rebuked it. I made sure it sank into her head that it was a mistake, and that was the last I heard from her. I didn’t even know she was pregnant until her death.”He said all at once, his fists clenching. “I may be heartless…despicable, monstrous, but I knew my boundaries when it came to fucking.”I reached for his hands, squeezing them. “And Nathan, does he know all t

CASSANDRA The walk to my room felt like the longest, my heart slamming against my ribs. Frustration was an understatement of how I was feeling right now. I felt defeated, pained, and angered.Nathan’s words echoed repeatedly in my head. “Go spread your ass wide, plunge your hand deep like a hungry bitch while imagining he was fucking you.”I felt sick in my stomach, knowing he had watched me. Not once, not twice, but continuously! He had seen through all my arousal, masturbation, when I was craving his father.Creepy!I reached my room, slamming the door hard.I marched towards the mirror, rage surging through my veins as I began searching for that fucking camera. Using my hairspray as a makeshift weapon, I hit it hard—it wouldn’t budge I continued, each strike stronger than the last, but it still wouldn’t come off. The glass had shattered, piercing my skin, but I didn’t care. I reached for the frame, trying to pull it out of the wall. “Fuck!” I screamed in exasperation as I st

CASSANDRA I swallowed hard, about to speak, but Marco beat me to it. “The fuck are you doing here?” “I should be asking you that, seeing that you’re in my bedroom. With no ounce of shame!” Nathan shot back, and I could feel an ache forming in my head. “Get out!” Marco thundered.“This is my room; if anyone should leave, it’s you, Father,” Nathan replied, his tone dripping with venom. “Stand up, bow your head in shame, and get out of my room.”Silence filled the room, thick and suffocating.I finally gathered the courage to speak. “Nathan can—”“Don’t fucking talk, you dirty whore!” He spat. The words hit harder than a slap; shame clawed around me like a second skin. I opened my mouth to speak, but Marco was on his feet immediately—naked.His fists collided with Nathan’s neck, slamming him hard against the wall. “Thought I warned you not to call her names.”Nathan burst into a loud laughter. “One brutal kick and your balls are shattered forever,” he spat, and Marco’s grip tightene

CASSANDRAIt was morning already.I hadn’t slept—not really. Just hours of tossing, chains rattling every time I shifted, my mind replaying Alessandro’s smirk and that final line: this time you won’t be returning. The door creaked open. I glanced towards it to see a maid walking in with a tray of food. “Good morning,” she greeted, dropping it. I didn’t respond. Not because I wanted to be rude, but what was good about the morning?I hadn’t moved more than an inch except to pee in the corner bucket, still chained like a wild animal, stuck in this room with no clue what they planned next. “Don Alessandro wants you—” “I don’t want to hear it,” I cut in, my tone sharp. “Keep your goddamn food and leave me the fuck alone!” “Have you forgotten you are with child?” “More reasons I won’t be eating,” I snapped. “For all I know, this food might be poisoned.” “I was assigned to make sure you—” “Please leave!” I cut in, my voice rising higher than intended. “I…” “Just get o

MARCO The door creaked open. I didn't move; I couldn't. My body felt heavy… hazy, and worse, my head was pounding terribly. I shook the alcohol bottle in my hand, desperate for more fluid, when it was snatched fiercely from me. “That's enough!” A familiar voice rang out. “I won't let you turn yourself into a nuisance.” I straightened up, an ache forming in my head again. But this time it was worse than I have ever had. “Give me my—” The curtain opening cut me short. I forced my eyes closed, the brightness in the room too sharp. “Shut the damn curtains, Dante!” I seethed. “Drinking and wasting yourself won't bring her back,” he replied, his tone sharp. “For goodness sake, you've been like this for three fucking days.” “And that shouldn't be your business. Close the fucking curtains and leave.” Silence. I opened my eyes slowly, my gaze shifting straight to the windows. “Fuck off, I'll help myself.” I stood to my feet, my legs trembling slightly as I began taking steps towa