All Chapters of Fatal Attraction : Chapter 31 - Chapter 39

– You are going to crawl around the dining room on all fours.My voice resonates in the room like a divine, icy, indisputable command. I hold the leash, firmly wrapped around my hand. I pull it slowly, making her knees slap against the marble floor. She moves forward, humiliated, head down, tears flooding her cheeks. A trail of shame follows each of her steps.The guests watch, stunned. No one utters a word. Some look away, others are frozen in disbelief. Me? I am calm. I can finally breathe. This is my revenge. My triumph. You cannot imagine the satisfaction that devours me to see her crawling like this. This scene frees me from every image that has haunted me since that cursed day when I discovered them together, naked like two traitors in a room stolen from my honor.She circles the table in a heavy silence, humiliation choking her with every breath. When she returns to my feet, I look down at her, chin raised, sovereign.— I pity you, you know. Maybe next time, you’ll think twice

Ariane"Charity begins at home," the saying goes... and I understand why. This phrase must have been invented for women like me. Yes, I love myself. And I fully own it. Every glance at me tonight reminds me of that. These men can't help it: their eyes cling to my curves like a promise. And yet, they know. Auracio is here.He wraps his arm around my waist confidently and leads me to our table. A gesture that says it all: she is mine. I let him do it, even though I don't like this overt possessiveness. We are together; there's no need to prove it to everyone.We take our seats. The attentive waiters bring us the menus. One of them stares at me a little too long, and Auracio doesn’t hesitate for a second."What are you looking at, huh? Do you want to lose your eyes?"The waiter, caught off guard, looks down."Excuse me, sir... your menus."He sets down the menus, clearly flustered, then retreats under Auracio's murderous gaze. If looks could kill, that man would already be lying on the f

Ariane— I do not intend to lose my money, she said firmly, placing her manicured hands on the glass table. I do not invest my money just anywhere. So listen carefully: every December 20th, I will transfer your profits… if you accept my conditions.Philippe stares at her, suspicious.— And what are your conditions? he asks, his voice full of distrust.— For each investment, I take 45% of the profits. On December 20th, every year. Is that clear?Marco, shocked, widens his eyes.— Forty-five percent? Why so much? You just accepted 37% for your darling!Ariane glares at him.— Are you an idiot or what? You just said “my darling”! Do you think I will apply the same percentages to my baby as to you? He is my man. You are partners. The difference is huge.AuracioWhen she says that… oh my. They’ve lost me. She catches me with just one word. Just one word and I’m hers. My heart pounds. I try to keep my composure, but inside, I’m melting. How does she manage to make me miss her even when she’

ArianeHe is like Auracio.He takes me with such intensity that I don’t even have time to breathe. My body is at his mercy; he lifts my leg and places it on his shoulder, aiming for a precise angle like a marksman. And he hits… the bullseye. Again, again. My ship capsizes in a landslide of swirling emotions. I feel devoured, consumed, dominated. And I love it.Our breaths intertwine, panting, our half-closed lips sketch a smile of satisfaction. Exhaustion sweeps us away. Stuck together, we fall asleep in the warmth of our shared pleasure. At peace. A rare moment of truce.---The next morning, departure preparation day, I wake up with a strange sensation. My calf is pinned down by a heavy weight. I open my eyes halfway, grouchy, and start to push away what seems to be… a trunk? A big log? What is this? I push harder; it moves.“Stop pushing me, you’re going to make me fall out of bed!” groans a hoarse, sleepy voice.I open my eyes wide. Auracio. Lying across the bed, curled up at the

Ariane — Let’s go then! We leave her room, my heart still beating a bit too fast, not because of Alex, but because something inside me tells me that this evening is not going to end well. I have that bad feeling clinging to me like a dark mist. We descend the spiral staircase to join the others in the large dining room. As soon as we cross the threshold, I feel my blood run cold. She is there. A woman. Beautiful, even sublime. Too beautiful. She stands tall, legs crossed, dressed in a perfectly fitted black dress that hugs her curves like a second skin. Soft, flawless skin, with a predator’s gaze. She is the kind of woman you rarely encounter, but you never forget. And right away, I know: I don’t like her. She has the look of those black widows who weave their webs in silence and devour everything in their path. My gaze hardens despite myself. I can feel hostility burning in my throat, like a fire I’m struggling to contain. Alex speaks up, with a charming smile: — Mi