All Chapters of Married To My Billionaire Captor To Get My Son Back: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

CHELLEY MORETTI Cassian left me trembling in the bath, his words coiled around my body like invisible chains… “You don’t get to come until I decide.”I hated Cassian for it, for everything; my hate for him grew by the day. Once again he is leaving me in my pool of arousal, my body burnt for release, my pussy pulsed begging to cum… But I wouldn’t dare disobey Cassian; he would know if I came without his command, and I cannot guarantee what would happen next. I obeyed; every nerve felt raw, every movement a reminder that I was still on edge, still leaking with need.I forced myself into the Yves Saint Laurent evening gown Rita laid out: a fitted white silk slip, thin straps tracing over my shoulders, clinging to my waist, the fabric moulding to my hips before flaring just barely at the ankles. A slit split high at my thigh; my sex will be exposed if I move wrong, and the neckline dipped low enough to reveal the swell of my breasts. The cool silk brushed over my stiff nipples, merci

CASSIAN MORETTI Jared bent low behind my chair, his voice pitched for my ears alone.“I escorted Lady Chelley back in, exactly as you requested.”I didn’t even turn my head, just let my glass tilt in my hand as I asked, “Did you see Romano anywhere?”He hesitated only a breath before replying, “No, my lord. The garden was empty.”I let out a slow sigh, the kind that carried more weight than sound. Romano was a snake, and snakes didn’t show their scales unless they wanted to. Games like these are easily discerned by me, but the details of his game I’m yet to know. He struck me first, more like a finished man, more like my stepbrother Lucas… men like him with access, who will abandon their responsibilities to chase after their obsessions. They do not know the line of responsibility and desire. It only explains why he came all the way for a collaboration: the way he looked at Chelley, the way he held her, mindless about decorum.Still, Jared was efficient, and if he hadn’t seen him, i

LUCA ROMANOChelley was prettier when she cried. I watched her crumble, the walls she’d built around herself cracking under the weight of everything she carried. Her trembling shoulders, the way she wiped at her cheeks, the way her chest heaved with silent sobs… It was sad, but I’ve had my own share of sadness… I cried every day when I was growing up, desperate for the love and approval of my father… and that has led me till now.Coming here to hurt you even more… so that I will prove myself to him… Yes, he is dead, but his ghost still haunts me; he uses his men at the company so that I must prove myself… I must get the Adriatic Concession contract back no matter what it takes. Even if it exploits and destroys this pretty and fragile woman, the way she cried now. She was all too easy to read, too easy to use by me.I proposed a cocktail night… telling her she could experience being free, I can easily discern that this woman was suffocated… and she needs a space for breathing witho

CHELLEY MORETTI He stood with a predatory glare directed at the car. I swallowed. It was as if he could see me through the tinted car exterior. Shana draped over his shoulder with that smug, careless smirk... Rubbing his chest sexually,And Cassandra as well, always elegant, was calm and poised. She stood at his side. What has happened that made them all stand outside like this and wait for me? Jules killed the engine, and I felt the weight of Cassian’s gaze pin me before I even stepped out. My knees threatened to give, but I forced them steady.The cold night air stung my cheeks as I slid out of the car.“Well, well…” Shana’s voice cracked the silence first. laced with contempt so sweet it almost passed as playfulness. She tilted her head, and her eyes gleamed. “The sneaky little wife finally comes home late. Must’ve been some… appointment.”My jaw clenched, blood rushing in my ears… they know; they definitely know I was out with a man. I don’t know why I am this shaken, knowing

CHELLEY MORETTI Evening soon came around, and I got ready to go for the classified meeting. My heart didn't want to do this, but my anger and internal burn for revenge pushed me all the way… Rita’s fingers were gentle, but the brush still snagged against my hair as if it too resisted what I was about to do.“Are you sure you want to go through with this?” she asked softly, her voice trembling just enough to betray her fear.I stared at the mirror. The woman in the reflection didn’t look like me anymore. I was dressed in a red Christian Dior evening gown; it was shimmering with the light. The neckline dipped low; the slit stretching up to my thigh was daring. Rita’s careful touch smoothed my hair into soft waves that spilt over my shoulders, polished but untamed.“I don’t have a choice,” I said, my voice a low rasp. My throat tightened, but I didn’t blink. “They destroyed my family. My father’s legacy. My mother. Me. If Romano is my way back… then I’ll use him, no matter the cost.