Lahat ng Kabanata ng Contracted By My Ex’s Father In Law : Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

***IRENE***The air in the room vanished, replaced by a crackling, primal energy. Dante didn't walk around the bed; goddess he pounced! One moment he was a furious silhouette at the foot of the bed, the next his weight was crushing me into the silk mattress, his heavy, muscular frame caging me in. The scent of him—sandalwood, cigar smoke, and raw, male fury—filled my lungs, suffocating me, intoxicating me.“Get off!” I cried out, my hands shoving against his chest. It was like pushing against a mountain.His answer was a searing, brutal kiss. It wasn't an act of passion; it was an act of conquest. His lips claimed mine with a punishing force, his tongue plunging into my mouth, silencing my protests, stealing my breath. It was all teeth and desperate, angry tongue, tasting of expensive whiskey and dark intent. I tried to turn my head, to bite, to fight, but he caught my wrists in one of his large hands, pinning them above my head with an effortless strength that made me feel terrif

***IRENE***The taxi ride home was a blur. I stared out the window, but I didn’t see the city. All I saw was Lucas’s hurt face and his terrible words. A bet. A stupid, cruel bet! When the taxi driver stopped at the mansion, I paid him with numb fingers and walked slowly up the path. My whole body felt heavy with sadness and anger.Mrs. Calder was in the foyer, dusting a vase. She looked up instantly and rushed towards me. “Good morning, Miss Irene! You’re back early.” She leaned in a little, her voice dropping to a happy whisper. “The Alpha King is here. He arrived just a little while ago. He’s upstairs.”A day ago, those words would have sent a thrill through me. But now… Now, they felt like a match thrown on gasoline.The fury that exploded inside me was so sudden and so hot it stole my breath. My face grew tight and hot. I didn’t see a kind housekeeper; I saw someone else celebrating my humiliation.“Is that so?” I snapped, my voice sharp as glass.Mrs. Calder’s smile vanish

***IRENE***I dug my nails into his sweat-slicked shoulders, my voice a broken, taunting gasp. “Is that all you have?” I taunted back, my voice breathy. “I’ve had faster, Dante. You’re being… slow.”The effect was instant and terrifying.His entire body went rigid. The furious rhythm stopped dead. The heat in his eyes didn't just cool; it froze over into something absolutely arctic. He pulled out of me completely, the sudden emptiness a shocking coldness. He loomed over me, his chest heaving, but not with passion—with a rage so deep it was silent.A cold dread washed over me, so sharp it stole my breath. I had pushed too far. I had wanted to provoke him, but I had unleashed something much worse. The man looking down at me wasn't the obsessed lover from moments before; he was the Alpha King, and I was an insect who had dared to challenge him.“Dante, I—” I started, my voice trembling, the fight draining out of me, replaced by pure, primal fear. “I’m sorry, I didn’t—”He didn’t let me

***IRENE***The building in front of us looked abandoned, with rusted metal doors and no signs. But when Dante approached, the door swung open silently, and a wave of thick, bass-heavy music washed over us.He took my hand, his grip firm, and led me inside.My first thought was that it wasn't like any club I had ever seen and it wasn't packed with a dancing crowd as I had thought. It was darker, more intimate, and much, much wilder. The air was hot and smelled of sweat, expensive alcohol, and pure, raw desire. Low, crimson lighting lit up private booths and corners, and what I saw there made my breath catch.People weren't just dancing or talking. They were… lost in each other. On a plush velvet couch a few feet away, two naked women were straddling a man, kissing him deeply, the other tangled in his hair while the other sucked off his cock. Further in, a couple was pressed against a wall, his body moving against hers in a rhythm that was unmistakable. There were soft moans and w

***LUCAS***The whiskey in my glass was useless. I could have drunk the whole bottle and it wouldn’t have burned away the image seared into my mind. From my side of the one-way glass, the club was a dark, moving painting, but my eyes were locked on one spot. On one scene.On them.I saw Dante lead her in. I saw the shock on Irene’s face, the innocent confusion as she took in the wild, open lust of this place. A place he owned. A world he controlled. And he was pulling her right into the heart of it.My knuckles were white where I gripped the arms of this chair. This stupid, fucking wheelchair. This prison I had built for myself. It was supposed to be a disguise, a way to make them see me as the harmless, wounded brother. The one who needed protecting. Now, it just trapped me here, forced to watch like a ghost in the shadows while he touched what should be mine.He sat her at the bar, right out in the open. Like she was a prize on display. And he stood over her, a predator claiming h