All Chapters of I AM YOURS TO PLAY: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Chapter 91: Pier Of DeceptionsETHAN’S POVThe Miami night pressed against the glass walls of Lucian’s secret condo, its Brickell hideout a fortress of shadows, the city’s neon pulse flickering below. I leaned against the balcony railing, the salt air sharp in my lungs, my black jacket open, my Glock’s weight a steady comfort at my hip. Lucian stood beside me, his silk shirt unbuttoned, his Beretta tucked into his jeans, his whiskey glass catching the light as he swirled it, his eyes glinting with a predator’s calm. My heart thudded, my beer bottle cold in my hand, my mind churning with Ryan Kessler’s betrayal—his tip to the FBI about the warehouse fight, his push to pin me for Lucian’s escape, his cousin Viktor Salazar’s syndicate a noose tightening around us. Ryan knew too much, his whispers would be a threat to our love, our freedom. My fingers gripped the bottle, my smirk hidden, my resolve a blade—Ryan would fall, his corruption exposed, my plan a fire to burn him down.Lucian t

Chapter 93: Family’s EndETHAN’S POVThe living room of my foster parents’ home buzzed with tension, the air thick with the scent of jasmine from the open windows and the weight of Sarah’s lies. Her frantic escape minutes ago left a void, the family’s shouts fading, their faces pale, their eyes darting between me and the door she’d fled through. I stood, my boots scuffing the hardwood, my black jacket open, my heart pounding with a mix of triumph and exhaustion. Sarah’s downfall—her affair with Ryan, her plot to pin his pregnancy on me, her role in framing me from Ryan’s crimes—had just played out on my phone, broadcast live to the world, the field office, and this room. I didn’t know what she was up to until Simmons had tipped me off two days about her recent tantrums at the field office. It was Lucian’s idea to confront her here in the presence of my entire family with the truth, and it worked perfectly. I smirked, a low chuckle escaping, the absurdity of their belief in her spark

Chapter 95: Poisoned ShadowsETHAN’S POVThe dusk painted the sky orange as I sat in my office at the field office, the air thick with the scent of stale coffee and Lucian’s lingering cologne on my shirt, my laptop glowing with an encrypted message that had haunted me for three days. Hayes’ dirt. End him. The files attached were bank records, shipment logs, emails—pointed to Director Hayes, his corruption tied to Viktor Salazar, and Ryan Kessler. My heart raced, my fingers hovering over the keyboard, my mind spinning. Who sent this? Who broke into Hayes’ computer? I hadn’t told Lucian, who was in Brazil sealing a deal, his absence was like a void in our condo. I leaned back, my Glock on the table, my confidence had been high ever since Sarah and Ryan’s arrest, I cut off my foster family. Life had been great for the past two weeks, Viktor had become a ghost, he’s been silent since his hospital stay. I felt untouchable, my enemies down, my life with Lucian a fire no one could extingu

Chapter 97: Embers Of Trust LUCIAN’S POVThe Miami air was heavy with salt and regret as I stood by my charger, my black suit clinging to my skin, my shades hiding the storm in my eyes. Ethan’s arms wrapped around me, his warmth a lifeline, his breath steady despite the poison that had nearly taken him. My heart pounded, my guilt a blade twisting deeper with every second I looked at him—bruised, alive, but scared because I wasn’t there. I’d been in Brazil, sealing a deal, my phone was switched off during the meeting, meeting his desperate message of help during the attack. Hours too late when I saw it, my chest caved, and my panic blew like a wildfire as I’d boarded my jet immediately, cursing my absence. Marco’s call had stopped me mid-flight, his voice rough when he told me that Ethan was safe now and in the hospital. Marco, the man I’d exiled had saved the love of my life, while I, his protector, had failed. My hands clenched, my jaw tight, my failure a weight I couldn’t shake.

Chapter 99: Guilt’s ChainsLUCIAN’S POVThe pier’s warehouse was a haze of blood and smoke, the ocean’s roar a dull pulse against the gunfire’s echo, my world shattering as Ethan slumped in my arm, his chest a crimson ruin, his eyes closed, his breath gone. My hands pressed his wound, my fingers slick with his blood, my sobs tearing through me like a blade. “Ethan!” I screamed, my voice raw, my tears hot, my heart breaking as his face paled, his warmth fading. “Stay with me, butterfly! Please!” FBI agents stormed in, their boots thundering, their rifles glinting, their voices sharp. “Lucian Moretti, you’re under arrest!” one barked, his gun trained, his cuffs gleaming, his eyes cold.I didn’t move, my arms cradling Ethan, my eyes locked on his still face, my world ending. “Save him!” I roared, my voice cracking, my tears soaking his shirt. “He’s dying! Do something!” They ignored me, their hands gripping my arms, yanking me back, my boots slipping in the pool of Ethan’s blood. I fo