บททั้งหมดของ Submission is Not My Style : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Jack’s voice echoes like thunder, and suddenly—silence. Everything stops. No one breathes. Not a single soul dares to move. My eyes are still glued to the ground—on Grace’s lifeless body. Her long blonde hair fans out beneath her like a twisted golden halo. Her eyes are wide open. Her neck bent at

Despite the chaos and the blood and the burning ache in my body… I smile. Because this is real. Jack isn’t pretending. He doesn’t just want to protect me—he wants me. Every broken, battered, messed-up part of me. The same jealous fire that once caused half our fights now burns in his eyes—and for

He’s a strategist. A ruler. A weapon. And he’s mine. Jack turns to me, sensing my gaze. He brushes a knuckle softly along my cheek. “I’ll be right back. I need to handle this personally.” I nod, reluctantly letting go of his hand. “Go. I understand.” He brushes his lips lightly over my forehead

I wait. One second. Two. The moment the stew touches her tongue, she jerks back with a shriek, clutching her mouth. “It’s—ah! It’s hot!” she cries, frantically fanning her face. “Oh no, poor thing.” I pick up a glass of water and smile. “Here, let me help.” And with a casual flick, I toss the wa

“She rejected me. Twice.” She lets out a soft, bittersweet laugh. “That girl has always been stubborn. But it’s not hate. She’s just... guarded.” A quiet moment passes between us. “So thank you. For loving her.” Love? Kali? “I’m grateful to fate,” she adds. “That it was you who became her seco