Semua Bab Married To My Billionaire Captor To Get My Son Back: Bab 71 - Bab 80

CHELLEY MORETTI As if Lucas was trying to defend himself desperately, after my words against him, he tried to talk, but I snapped him off again. “He is your brother… And you crave his power and position so much! At this point, I think you’d kill him to get it if he isn’t protected!” I said, and the room went into murmurs and gasps.And Lady Claudia snapped up, her voice grating through the mic. “You whore! You will not talk to my son that way; I’d sue you for defamation!” “Brother!” Lucas began, trying to sound composed but failing to hide the tremor beneath. “I am not conceited about the executive seat. I only believe that I am the better candidate for it. And appointing her”—he gestured toward me with barely disguised disgust—“as COO is a blatant abuse of power. Especially when you are about to transfer your executive authority to me.”The air shifted again. It was an open challenge at this point; Lucas wasn’t even hiding it anymore. For me, I’d say he is truly stupid. In sit

CASSANDRA EMERITUSI paced in my room, up and down, restless—hoping my father didn’t go against Cassian. I couldn’t sleep. I bombarded his phone with texts, but he never responded.Until I threatened to hurt myself if Cassian neglected me because of his foolish decision. But my father still ignored the message, as if he didn’t care if I died.Then I took the boldest move. I had always trusted that my father wasn’t involved in the private jet crash from years ago—that he had no hand in killing Cassian’s family. I believed he was only an ally to Claudia.So I thought if I lied to him—told him that Cassian already suspected his involvement—it might shake him. Maybe make him realise how close he was to losing everything.I texted him:“Cassian thinks you are involved in the jet crash, along with Viktor Benjamin, Marco Vitae, and Claudia. He’s using tonight’s grand meeting as bait to see everyone confess their involvement. Though I trust that you are not involved, Father, I’m scared that C

CHELLEY MORETTI Morning light slanted through the tall windows of the penthouse, brushing warm gold across my face. I blinked awake slowly, the world still hazy. The night was very short too, until the memories of earlier this morning around 1 came rushing back— The grand meeting, the tension, the political war, and Cassian’s cold power domination, And then… the way he’d walked straight to Cassandra’s suite unit after the meeting. I sat up, and my heart was tightening before I could even stop it.Why does that even bother me so much?I pushed the covers off and rose from the bed, padding barefoot toward the terrace. The air was crisp, with soft sunlight spilling over the skyline. I leaned against the glass railing and tried to shake the thought off, but it lingered like a bruise I couldn’t ignore.Cassian, immediately when we were done with the meeting, told Jules to escort me back to the perky house whilst he left immediately for Cassandra’s. Cassian in Cassandra’s room… She’s h

CASSIAN MORETTIDonna looked ethereal in that nightgown — her skin glowing faintly in the dim light, her hair spilling like silk over her shoulders as she stroked my hair. My head rested on her soft, bare thighs, and her scent… gods, her scent wrapped around me like a drug. I could feel my pulse slowing, melting under her touch.“I love how you smell,” I murmured, my voice a low rasp, barely audible. “I could inhale you right now…”Her fingers traced the edges of my closed eyelids, soft as air. My chest fluttered, my stomach churned with warmth. It felt like I was lying on clouds — weightless. Donna — my Donna — was the angel guiding me there.“Like I said earlier,” she whispered, voice like velvet, “I am Chelley…”My brows furrowed, confusion threading through the haze.“Why do you want me to call you that name?” I asked, trying to lift my head, but my body wouldn’t move. Everything felt suspended — dreamlike.She smiled faintly, sadly. “Because I am Chelley.”Her words echoed — stra

CASSIAN MORETTI I sat shirtless in the penthouse suite, the morning light slanting through the glass walls, warm against my skin. My barber stood close, razor in hand, trimming and shaping my beard with precise, careful strokes. Beside him, my personal doctor checked my pulse, jotting down silent notes while Jared stood in front of me… his arms crossed, and his proactive expression in place.Ever since Jared told me about what happened… how Chelley had helped when I started acting… unnatural… his words kept replaying in my head. The sudden, uncontrollable heat. The sharp surge of sexual urge. The haze made me say things I should never have said to her.I still remembered it vividly… the way I told Chelley I wanted to kiss her lips. Those stupid words I would never breathe out except to my beloved Donna; I said them to Chelley, that wench that I hate so much. It shouldn’t have been her, but she helped me nonetheless. And I’ve made my reward and punishment philosophy clear to her,