All Chapters of Married To My Billionaire Captor To Get My Son Back: Chapter 111 - Chapter 115

CASSIAN MORETTI The clock on my wristwatch read 10:00 PM precisely as the door of the penthouse swung inward. I was exhausted, physically drained from pushing myself too far, twelve straight hours, but the real weariness was lodged deep in my soul. I’d spent the last week in hiatus, drowning in my loss again, remembering my loss , my wife who cannot be brought back, my child and the fact they haven’t still found justice. I felt ashamed or too weak, that I am restraining myself from going on a killing spree, and if this continues too long I would start executing every single one I suspect, but the goal is to get hold of everyone of them who knew or had part knowingly or unknowingly, leaving no stone unturned. I walked into the polished silence of my home, flanked by Jared. The staff mobilized: one maid rushed to take my shoes, another deftly relieved me of my tailored jacket. I barely registered their presence. They were trained to be invisible, I had no intention of slowing d

CHELLEY MORETTIMy attention was instantly severed from whining Shana and the cold gaze of Cassian. The jealousy of seeing Shana in his arms it all evaporated when I understood Cassian’s grief and his way of dealing with this grief.. losing your wife, your son and your mother the and day, and have to live around the enemies who caused their death, without getting justice for your family was hard enough, it was enough to make him loveless.. But choosing to drown and escape the grief this way?My entire focus narrowed to the collection of unlabeled bottles and foil packs scattered on his desk.I moved away from the doorway and the spectacle of Shana's naked, weeping form, walking straight to the table. I picked up a small, amber vial."Drop it, Chelley," Cassian called, his voice low and laced with a sudden, new kind of urgency—one born of exposure, not dominance, He realised I’ve seen through him, his grief, his weakness. Being his family…“Drop it I sai…” Cassian repeated. I didn

CHELLEY MORETTI Though, I was horny, my pussy was dripping and breathing for a penetration, his hot breathy tone pressing into my neck, I swallowed… but silent. He said he wanted me, it was high time he takes me because he wants me not because I begged him to like a little slut, and his sex slave. The concept of being his sex slave he be haunting me these days. Paranoid that I would lose the immature bud of connection. “Why not fill my hole because you want to, not because I begged you to….” I finally said, Cassian groaned, his gaze sharp like he would stab me, but instead, he dragged me towards the compartment with a large bed in the his study, it was the first time I was entering this part of his a study , Cassian Carrried me and hurled me on the bouncy bed, and I saw him held his cock on his hand hitting his palm as if hitting your hand with a whip, I stared up at him, my heart thumping a frantic rhythm against my ribs. The bounce of the mattress had settled, but the adre