Semua Bab His Heartbroken Surrogate : Bab 121 - Bab 130

CARA's POVHis hands moved with a kind of patience that made me ache.There was no rush in him. No fumbling. Just warmth—steady, deliberate, unrelenting. He touched my waist first, then trailed up beneath the hem of my top like he had all the time in the world to learn what made me unravel.I forgot

CARA's POVThe room was still draped in shadows. Early morning. Quiet, except for the soft rustle of curtains in the breeze. My body ached in all the places he’d claimed me—mouth, thighs, heart. Everything felt used and reverent at once. And alone.I wrapped the robe tighter around me and padded out

WESLEY's POVI drove myself.No driver. No guards. No shadow cars tailing behind. Just me and the cold morning silence pressing against the windshield.The closer I got to the Rizzo estate, the narrower the road became—twisting through trees that leaned too close to the path, their bare branches scr

Blood now splattered the expensive wallpaper. The rug was stained. Lamps overturned. The room smelled like sweat and ozone.Still more feet rushed in. They’d underestimated me. I could hear it in the way they now yelled—less strategy, more desperation.I let them. Let them think I was here to die.L

Desdemona.She stepped further into the ruined sitting room, her heels sharp against the floor. Not rushed. Not cautious. Just… amused.I watched her. Really watched her this time. The slight sway of her hips—not exaggerated, not bait. Measured. Controlled. The kind of walk that said she didn’t need