Semua Bab My Sister's Fiance, My Fated Mate : Bab 71 - Bab 80

**Elena**The drive back to the mansion was suffocating.Not because of the car, or the night air that hummed quietly around us… but because of Xavier.He didn’t say a word.Not a glance. Not even a sigh.Just cold silence.He told me to sit in the back seat while he drove.Seriously?Was I some fragile object now?I understood that he was being cautious, he had even sent the driver home, clearly not trusting anyone else with me after everything that happened.But this... this cold wall he’d put up? It wasn’t care. It was distance. By the time we pulled into the mansion driveway, the estate lights were already on, casting a soft glow that danced with the pale shimmer of the moon. It should’ve felt calming.It didn’t.I stepped out of the car slowly, expecting him to at least wait, maybe even say something.But Xavier got out, shut his door, and walked right past me.My jaw clenched. What the actual hell?Was he upset about Adolfo? Is that what this was about?But even if he was… did

**Elena**I watched as Trisha followed Xavier’s shadow like he'd vanish if she let him out of her sight.Something in me twisted. My laughter died in my throat, replaced by a lump I couldn’t swallow.“You okay?” Nick asked, as he followed my gaze.I blinked, snapping out of it. “Yeah… I’m fine.” I forced a smile, hoping he wouldn’t press.But the smile didn’t reach my eyes.I didn’t want to drag Nick into my mess. Xavier had already misunderstood things between us.I couldn’t let him twist it again.So I quickly changed the subject. “What about Helena? Any leads?”Nick scratched the back of his head. His lips pressed, like he was hesitating. “I didn’t want to say anything before, not with the whole Adolfo mess, but now that it’s done… I’ll focus fully on finding her.”“Please do,” I said, letting out a soft sigh.Her return… it could be my one chance at peace. Maybe if she came back, all this pretending would stop. Maybe I could finally breathe.Nick’s phone buzzed suddenly. A noti

**Elena**Laughter echoed. Lights flickered. Music played.I sat on a cold wooden bench like I was watching a celebration I didn’t belong to.Because I didn’t.Not after what happened yesterday.Not after Xavier took the file and left without a word.I pulled my coat tighter around me.“Are you sure you want to be here, my Queen?” Ivana asked.No.“Yes,” I lied.She nodded, but not convinced.Across the field, a couple of kids ran past, laughing with glow sticks around their necks.Someone howled dramatically near the bonfire pit. Others were already halfway into their second round of wine.And somewhere in that crowd, I knew Xavier was here.Probably with her.“Don’t look,” I told myself.But my eyes moved anyway, scanning.There.Of course.Trisha stood near the food stands. She was smiling, talking to someone. Her hand touched Xavier’s arm again.I looked away fast, my stomach knotting.“They can't even hide it,” I muttered.Ivana followed my gaze. “Would you like me to bring you s

**Elena**His cock was still hard inside me.Still deep.My walls clenched around him again, and his breath hitched against my neck.“I can feel how bad you want it,” he muttered, licking the shell of my ear. “Still so fucking wet. So tight. You’re not done either, are you?”I didn’t answer.Didn’t have to.I rolled my hips, slowly, deliberately, grinding against him while he was still buried inside.His hand shot to my waist.“Fuck.”He flipped us in one move.Now I was on top.Straddling him.Naked.Open.Dripping.His cock still inside me, stretching me from underneath.His eyes burned into mine.“Ride me,” he growled. “I want to watch you fall apart on my dick.”The command shot straight through me.I braced my hands on his chest and moved, slow, testing the pressure, before lifting my hips slightly and sinking back down.Fuck.The angle was deeper.So much deeper.I moaned as my thighs trembled, barely holding me up.He gritted his teeth, watching the way I moved. Hands gripping

**Xavier**“Were you really drugged?” she asked, adjusting herself against the sofa.Her scent was everywhere. On me.In my lungs.That question.I looked down at our joined hands and gave a small squeeze. “Yeah... I was,” I murmured, “But I don’t regret anything that happened last night.”Not a damn thing.She went still for a second, then I saw her swallow. “So you remembered…” she whispered.“Why wouldn’t I?” I murmured again, my fingers brushing through her hair. “Every damn thing… your hair, your voice, the way you moaned my name like I was all that mattered.”She scoffed, pulling her hand back a little.“So what now?” she asked, voice sharp. “Tomorrow, you just... go back to how things were? Like none of this ever happened?”That stung.I sat up straighter, looking her in the eyes.“I’m sorry, Helena,” I said. “I know I’ve been the worst husband anyone could ask for. Cold. Distant. Everything I swore I wouldn’t be. But I’m done pretending.”Her eyes searched mine like she didn’t