Semua Bab Revenge On My Ex-husband With His Ruthless Mafia Brother : Bab 71 - Bab 79

Delilah's POV The door creaked open, and my eyes widened as Thorne walked in. His tall frame filled the doorway, shadow stretching across the floor, his dark eyes locking on me immediately. I sighed out in relief— it wasn't someone else.Why is he here?The bag hung limply in my hands now.He shut the door behind him with a soft click, the sound final, sealing me in with him. Letting me know this is definitely going to happen.“So you listened,” he drawled, his gaze sliding down my body until it landed between my trembling thighs. “I wasn’t sure you had the courage.”He lifted me up easily, dropping me on the smooth counter. As if I were some delicate little thang. I tried to close my legs, but ge saw it coming as his hand landed ruthlessly on my knee, forcing them open again. My pulse raced as he stepped closer, towering over me.“You wanted this,” he smiled handsomely.And I just realized in that moment that I'd do anything he'd wanted me to.And also realized how stupid that wou

Delilah’s POV Finally, we got in and settled down. I was treated as royalty throughout. Champagne glistened in crystal flutes, a silk blanket even lay folded neatly at my side, and the flight attendant hovered ready to take my orders. Thorne’s money stamped itself in every detail, reminding me I didn’t own a single piece of this world. Reminding me every second that I was at his mercy. Shit!I dialed his number and he picked within seconds. I exhaled. “I don’t need bodyguards this time,” I said, trying to force casual sweetness into my voice. My eyes flicked toward the row of men in black suits seated near the back. “I’ll be fine without them.”“No,” his voice was authoritative, allowing no argument. I sighed. “Thorne, please. I don’t want to walk around with a parade behind me like I’m some fragile doll. I’ll be fine.”“You think safety is about what you want?” he snapped.Frustration boiled up, and before I could stop myself, I whined like a petulant child, “Please, Thorne. Jus

~flashback~…15 YEARS AGO…Vivian’s POV “What are you doing here?” I muttered under my breath, slamming on the brakes as my headlights caught a stumbling figure on the sidewalk.Of course, it was her. It has to be!Lorie. She's my older sister. Also my shame and my burden, all wrapped up in fishnet stockings and smudged lipstick. She was weaving back from a club again, her dyed-red hair sticking up in wild angles, tattoos peeking through the ripped sleeves of her shirt. Always rowdy and unmotherly as usual.“Ah, shit,” I cursed, jerking the car to the side.I rushed out, the gravel crunching beneath my heels. “Lorie! What the hell is wrong with you? You’ve got a child at home, for God’s sake!”She spun around, wobbling dangerously on too-high boots, her eyes were annoyingly defiant. “Shh!” She wagged a finger in my face. “Don’t you shush me like you’re some saint. I’m older than you, okay? Don’t tell me what to do!”The alcohol hit me like a wave when she leaned closer. I recoiled,

Delilah’s POV I told Aunt Vivian I’d be back soon, just needing a little air. She clasped my hand before I left, her voice soft but weighed with worry. “Don’t burden yourself too much, Delilah. You’ve already carried enough.” I forced a small smile, promising her I wouldn’t. The night was cool as I trekked aimlessly through the streets. Neon lights blurred into one another, laughter spilling from bars and food stalls. Beijing was indeed beautiful. I thought about checking out a few places, maybe even snapping pictures, but then I remembered that I shattered my phone in frustration. A sigh slipped past my lips. Gosh, another problem. This is gonna be hard. Oh shit! I wandered further, letting curiosity guide me, until my gaze landed on a building pulsing with bass and loud music. It was a masked club. It's the kind where everyone hid behind feathers, lace, or leather, pretending to be someone else for a night. I went in before I could think twice. Masked figures were danc

Cheryse’s POVThe walk back home was a nightmare of silence. We didn't talk after his call with whoever. I trudged on stiffly, arms crossed, rain mixing with my tears.Caleb had this little smirk tugging at his lips the whole time after the strange call. He was smiling. After almost killing me. After nearly driving us into the abyss just for fun.I wanted to claw that smile off his face.When we finally reached, the house glowed warm against the storm. Daphne was waiting in the foyer, arms folded, her polished features tightening as soon as she saw us. “Finally,” she said sharply. “Do you two know what time it is? I’ve been worried sick!”Caleb breezed past her like she was a piece of furniture. He didn’t even glance at her. “Not your problem,” he muttered, heading straight for the stairs.“Excuse me?” Mom’s voice was full of disbelief. Caleb turned coolly, his eyes glinting with that arrogant coldness I’d come to loathe. “I said—not your problem. I didn’t ask for an audience, Daph