Todos os capítulos de Alpha Rafael: Chasing My Ex Wife: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

LILA POV "Alpha Rafael, please... People are watching..." My voice came out as a whimper. Begging. Pleading. My gaze darted to the business associates seated around the table. They seemed preoccupied, deep in conversation, not even sparing us a glance. But still, the shame burned through me.He chuckled. A low, dark sound that sent a shiver down my spine. His cold eyes turned ruthless, something darker and more brutal flickering behind them. "You think I fucking care?" His voice was a low growl, pure dominance wrapped in cruel amusement. "I would let them watch as my cock fills your pretty mouth. Let them see how well you obey, how fucking perfect you look on your knees for me."Heat shot through me, a shameful mix of humiliation and arousal tightening in my core.Rafael leaned in, his fingers tilting my chin up, forcing me to meet his stare. "Do you know what they see, Lila?" he murmured, voice laced with menace. "Not a single one of them will stop me. Not a single one of them will

LILA POV I shouldn't have come here. I shouldn't be here. The realization claws at my mind as I stand frozen, dressed in a black short gown fitted to my exact measurements. The thin straps rest on my shoulders, holding up a V-neckline that exposes my cleavage. The hemline is short, stopping at my mid-thigh, ensuring every fucking step I take is measured. The long slit exposes my thighs, commanding every bit of attention. With the click of my five-inch platform heels, I feel like a fancy hooker. Each step I take draws every fucking gaze to me, like I'm some kind of princess. Men stare. Guys gape. If only they knew I was nothing but Rafael's puppet. The room... It smells like money, power, and bad decisions. Golden chandeliers hang from the ceiling, illuminating the polished floor, making everything feel expensive-like sin wrapped in luxury. Heavy velvet drapes line the walls, blood-red and dramatic, as if the place itself knows what kind of business goes down here. Men in suits

LILA'S POV Courage? Damn right, I'll give myself some fucking credit for being brave as hell. If you had told me a few hours ago that I'd talk back to Rafael, walk out on him, and put his arrogant ass in his place, I would've laughed in your damn face. Screw him. Screw his rules. And screw his fucking revenge. Sick, twisted psycho. The only problem? If I've learned anything in life, it's to never mix personal shit with work. And the moon goddess help me, I really hope that deranged asshole can do the same. I walked straight to my desk, barely acknowledging Anna's usual teasing. I had emails to respond to, files to review, shit to do.The moment I sat in my chair and pretended to focus on my screen, my mind kept betraying me.That door.That goddamn glass door. Every fucking time, my gaze drifted toward it. Like I was expecting him to barge in. Like I actually gave a shit. "Fuck this, Lila. Block him out. You're giving me a migraine."Lola groaned from inside my head, clearly done

LILA'S POV I'm alone with the devil himself... This wasn't a smart decision, but he had ordered me to wait behind after dismissing my colleagues. I don't know what he's up to... I mean, I walked out and yelled at him last night, and today he's making me his personal assistant. I don't even deserve that. An action like that-I know it's not my hard work. And it's not a coincidence... No, it's never a coincidence when it comes to Rafael.His piercing cold gaze held mine, burning through my skin. His face remained unreadable... Don't let that look fool you. Quite innocent, you may say, but who the hell would believe his cruelty?I mean, with such an innocent look, I could barely figure out what his intentions were. Why did he suddenly promote me? What game does he have up his sleeve?One step. My heart thudded in my chest. We were standing inches apart-he, at the head of the table, and me... four seats away from his left.Run, Lila. Run. Lola warned.My feet felt as though they were stuck

LILA'S POV His car pulled into a penthouse garage, the modern space making a light sound with the soft hum of the engine as it came to a stop. The moment the car was parked, he turned to face me, his eyes cold, calculating, a silent command in his gaze. He nudged his head toward the door, an unspoken threat hanging in the air. "Step out," he ordered. It wasn't a request. It was a promis, if I didn’t move, he’d make me.And after the incident with the knife just minutes ago, I didn’t need to think twice. Stubborn as I might be, I wasn’t foolish enough to test him again.I slid out of the car, the door clicking shut behind me with a finality that made my heart race. He locked it without a glance, then turned, heading toward the entrance. I followed, my footsteps echoing in the silence between us, each one weighed with the tension from everything that had just transpired.He didn’t speak a word as we walked into the building, his presence swallowing up the space, his silence louder than