جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 40

Elena’s Point Of ViewI stormed down the hallway, heels clicking against the marble tiles like bullets fired in rapid succession. My chest rose and fell violently, every breath tight, ragged, scraping against my throat as though even air itself had turned hostile tonight.By the time I reached the guest room, I didn’t just shut the door. I slammed it… hard enough that the frame rattled, the sharp bang echoing back at me like a gunshot.My back hit the door immediately after, and I squeezed my eyes shut, swallowing the heat rising in my throat.This was the first time in my life… the very first time, I had ever let Graham get me this furious. My blood was boiling so hot I thought my veins might burst. My palm still stung from where it had connected with his cheek, and instead of regret, all I felt was satisfaction. Pure, bitter satisfaction."That idiot," I hissed, my voice breaking in the stillness of the room. My chest heaved as the words tumbled out again, sharper this time. “That ab

Elena’s Point Of View“Stop your job,” he had said, like it was something as simple as asking me to stop biting my nails.I turned, slow, deliberate, my heels clicking against the marble floor like warning shots. My eyes locked onto his, burning.“And why,” I hissed, my voice trembling with anger, “should I stop, Graham? That company is mine. Mine. I built it with my sweat, my blood, my nights without sleep, when all you did was exist in your golden cradle. I wasn’t fortunate enough to have wealth handed to me from birth like you.”His jaw tightened, his grip on the cutlery clattering against the porcelain plate. Lilian froze mid-bite, her fork hovering in the air as her smug little smirk faltered. “Don’t push me, Elena.” His voice was low, guttural, almost like a growl.I let out a bitter laugh that scraped against my throat. “Push you? Push you?! Then divorce me, Graham. What are you waiting for, huh? Divorce me! So that you and her…” I jabbed a finger in Lilian’s direction, who fli

Elena’s Point Of ViewI glared at him, trying to look outraged, but I was still flushed. Still wet. “Don’t even think…” I started, but the words died when I saw his fingers slide to his belt buckle.Click. The metallic snap echoed in the silence. My stomach dropped. My eyes widened. “What… what are you doing?” I whispered, my voice embarrassingly thin. His smirk deepened as he tugged the leather strap free. “Collecting my reward.”And then… he freed himself.My lips parted before I could stop them. “Holy…” I stopped myself, heat climbing my cheeks. My lips trembled around the word I dared not finish. God. He was thick, veined, heavy, obscene in his palm. I had never seen him this way before, and heat flooded my cheeks. He was huge. So much bigger than I’d imagined. For a moment, I just stared like a fool, pulse hammering in my throat.Jaxx caught my stare, of course. His smirk was merciless, his voice low and mocking. “On your knees, Bambina.” I shot him a glare, desperate to hide the

Jaxx’s Point Of View “Oh… I came to check if you’re still breathing, Matilda.” Her lips parted, her breath hitched, shock painted her expression. She hadn’t expected that. She stiffened in her seat, as though the words themselves burned her skin. And that’s when the old man snapped. “Watch your mouth, boy,” his voice thundered across the room, rich with authority, the kind that demanded obedience. His hand gripped the arm of his leather chair, knuckles white. “You don’t speak to my wife in that manner.” I didn’t flinch. Didn’t even look at him. Just dragged on my cigarette again, letting the smoke curl lazily from my lips like I had all the time in the world. Silence became my rebellion. Matilda’s eyes flickered between us, confusion and tension swirling in her gaze, but she said nothing. She knew better than to interrupt when storms were about to collide. When boredom finally clawed at me, I leaned forward and stubbed the cigarette against his polished mahogany table. A

Elena’s Point Of View“This… can’t be happening.”I swallowed hard, lowering my head slightly so that Graham wouldn’t see my lips move. My hand trembled just enough that I had to steady the glass before it slipped from my fingers. I whispered, low enough that only the man in my ear could hear.“What the heck are you doing here?”Jaxx chuckled, dark and lazy, like he owned the very oxygen I was breathing. His voice slid through the airpod like smoke curling into my chest.“What else? I came to celebrate you, Bambina.”Celebrate me. My stomach knotted. The word tasted like mockery.My hand tightened around the stem of my champagne glass, and I forced myself to pretend to sip, angling my lips to mask the whisper. I could feel the burn of heat rising into my cheeks, but I willed my face into a calm mask.“How did you even get in here?” I hissed, barely audible, forcing my lips to move just enough so no one nearby would notice.Another chuckle, smug and deliberate, curling every syllable.