Semua Bab The CEO's Fake Girlfriend : Bab 121 - Bab 130

My breath hitched. We weren't saying the word directly, but I understood exactly what Lucien was telling my father. What he was promising me.Forever. He was promising me forever.Silas smiled, eyes suspiciously bright. "That's all a father can ask for."Lucien turned to Seraphina next, holding my hand. "And I hope I have your blessing too, Mrs. Ashford, as Camila's mother."The word 'Mother' hung in the air. Seraphina's hand flew to her mouth, tears threatening to spill over. "Of course you do. Of course." She crossed to us, pulling me into a hug. "You'll always have my blessing, both of you."Something shifted in my chest. I can't believe I once despised her. She was just an innocent woman filled with love, always gave out to love to the people around her and is just trying to love me the best way she knew how."Thank you," I whispered against her shoulder."Okay this is getting too emotional," Damon called out. "Someone needs to embarrass Camila to lighten the mood.""Please don

"That's bullshit." Lucien's voice was flat, dangerous. "You have any idea what I'm offering you? And you want me to kneel?""Kidnapping carries ten years minimum. False imprisonment adds another five. You'll be an old man by the time you get out." Jessica's smile was cold. "So yes, that's exactly what I want.""Not happening.""Jessica—" I started."You don't get to walk in here with money and arrogance and expect me to just forgive you." She completely ignored me. "You need to understand what you did. You need to feel even a fraction of the powerlessness I felt locked up here."Lucien's throat bobbed as he swallowed. I could see the war raging behind his eyes—pride versus survival, ego versus reality."Powerlessness? Me?" He scoffed. "Yeah, right.""Try me." Jessica's voice was steel. "I told Lily this was your apartment, and she asks about you all the time. 'When is Uncle Lucien coming to join us here? Why did he leave us here?' How do you think she'll feel when I tell her the truth

I crawled toward him. Arched my back the way I knew he loved, let my hair fall forward over one shoulder. His gaze tracked every movement—the sway of my breasts, the curve of my spine, the flex of my thighs."You move like sin itself," he said roughly, sinking onto the couch.I settled between his spread legs, looking up at him through my lashes. His hand came down, fingers threading gently and reverently through my hair."Beautiful girl," he murmured. "My beautiful, perfect girl."I nuzzled into his palm, the praise warming me from the inside out. Bracing my hands on his thighs, I rose up to capture his lips. He leaned down to meet me, but I dodged at the last second, teeth finding his throat instead.His sharp inhale was gratifying. I bit down hard enough to hurt and make a point."That's for stopping," I whispered against his skin.His hand cracked sharp across my ass, stinging yet perfect. Then he squeezed, digging his fingers into the flesh.I didn't soothe the bite. Let it sting

A fist connected with Rhys's jaw before I could process what was happening. The crack echoed even over the music. Rhys went down hard, finally freeing my wrist, glasses skittering across the floor.Lucien stood over him, chest heaving, knuckles already reddening. Security surrounded the scene within seconds. Two large men in black pulled Lucien back while another helped Rhys to his feet."What the hell?" One of the security guards looked between them."He grabbed her," Lucien growled, shaking off their hands.All eyes turned to me. I was still frozen. My wrist throbbed where Rhys had gripped it."He wouldn't let go," I managed. "I asked him to let go and he wouldn't."Damon pushed through the gathering crowd, taking in the scene. "Camila? What happened?""Your 'acquaintance' got handsy," Lucien said, voice dripping with contempt.Rhys touched his bleeding lip, looking up at me with eyes that held something I couldn't quite name. Not anger. Not even embarrassment. Something else that m

"Notified." Lucien repeated the word with zero inflection. "Consider me notified then.""We recommend you come in asap.""No." The single word cut through the air."Mr. Hayes, your father was poisoned. He's—""Don't want to know." Lucien's voice stayed eerily calm. "I'm not coming to that hospital. Not tonight, not tomorrow, not ever. I have plans tomorrow that are infinitely more important than visiting that man. Do you understand?"There was a pause on the other end. "Sir, he's your father regardless of whatever feud going on between you guys.""Is there anything that requires my presence for legal or medical decisions?""Well, no, but—""Then we're done here. Feel free to call back when he's dead." He hung up. Silence filled the room. Lucien stood there, phone still in his hand, staring at nothing."Lucien..." I called softly, crossing to him. "You should go."His head snapped toward me. "What?""You should go see him." I took his hand, squeezing his fingers. "You hate him, and he