All Chapters of Contracted By My Ex’s Father In Law : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

***IRENE ***The morning passed in a blur of paperwork and stolen glances at my reflection in my computer screen.Every time I saw the faint, purplish marks on my neck, a flush would creep up my cheeks. I was simultaneously mortified and… thrilled. It was a confusing, dizzying feeling.Just as the clock hit noon, my phone buzzed with a text.Lucas: I’m downstairs. The white Bentley.My stomach twisted with a fresh wave of guilt. Lunch. I’d almost forgotten. Taking a deep breath, I packed my bag, making a point to pull my hair forward over my shoulders in an attempt to cover my hickeys, and headed down.Stepping out of the revolving doors, I immediately spotted the sleek, black car idling at the curb. The back window was down, and I saw Lucas. He was wearing a soft, fluffy blue shirt that made him look boyish and kind, paired with sharp black trousers. A pair of dark sunglasses hid his eyes, but he offered me a small smile as I approached.“Hi, Lucas,” I said, my voice coming out a

***IRENE ***Walking out of that small dressing room was one of the most embarrassing moments of my life. I couldn't look at Clara or the salesgirls. My face was on fire. I kept my eyes glued to the floor, knowing they had heard everything—my loud moans, my cries, everything. They knew exactly what we had been doing in there.Dante, of course, acted like nothing happened. He was completely calm."Pack this for her," he told Clara, his voice cool and commanding.The woman just bowed her head. "Right away, Alpha." She and the girls moved quickly, carefully folding the beautiful green dress and placing it in a large, elegant bag.Then Clara brought a small machine for payment. “50million, Alpha.” She told Dante the price.My eyes almost popped out of my head. It was fifty million. For one dress!But Dante just took out a black card. He paid the huge amount without even blinking. He didn't look surprised or worried. It was like he was buying a cup of coffee.I gasped. "Dante! That's to

***IRENE ***I was just starting to relax, enjoying the rich chocolate cake and trying to process my conversation with Lucas, when a sound made me look up.The sharp, angry clicking of high heels was coming straight toward me.Slowly, I looked up, and my fork froze halfway to my mouth.It was Amira.Dante's daughter.My heart sank. It had been a while since I'd seen her, and the last time hadn't been pleasant. Seeing her now, with that furious look on her face, I knew trouble had found me.Amira stopped right in front of my small table, planting her hands on her hips. She didn't bother to lower her voice."Well, well, look what we have here," she announced loudly, making sure people nearby could hear. "The gold digger is trying to act classy. Does my father know you're hiding in a corner, stuffing your face?"A few people turned to look. I could feel their stares.Nevertheless, I took a deep breath, decided not to give her what she wanted, and calmly took another bite of my cake. I

***DANTE ***The music was loud, the champagne was flowing, but my attention was on only one person.Irene.She stood beside me, a vision in that emerald dress, but I could see the slight droop in her shoulders, the tired shadow in her eyes. The confrontation with that worm, Trenton, had taken its toll, even if she was putting on a brave face.She leaned closer, her voice soft against the noise. "Dante, I'm getting tired. Can we go soon?"My protective instincts roared to life. I wanted to sweep her out of here immediately. But there was unfinished business. Business that was too ugly for her to see.*Rowan, * I mind-linked, the command sharp and clear. *The main hall. Now.*"Just a few more minutes," I told her, brushing a stray curl from her cheek. "We'll leave soon."Within moments, Rowan was at my side, bowing his head. "Dante. I’m here."I turned to Irene, taking her hand. "Go with Rowan. Wait for me in the car."A small, weary frown touched her lips. "Aren't you coming?""I w

IRENE The first thing I was aware of was warmth. Not the warmth of the sun, but the solid, reassuring heat of a body beside me. Then came the scent—sandalwood, power, and something uniquely Dante. I kept my eyes closed for a moment, savoring the feeling of safety, of being wrapped in his presence even before I was fully awake.A calloused thumb gently stroked my cheekbone. "I know you're awake, little wolf."A slow smile spread across my face, and I finally opened my eyes. He was propped up on one elbow, watching me. The morning light softened the usual hard lines of his face, and in his gray eyes, I saw something that made my heart stutter—not just desire, but a quiet, deep contentment."Good morning," I whispered, my voice still rough with sleep."Good morning," he murmured back, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the pillow. He leaned down and captured my lips in a kiss that was slow and sweet, a world away from the desperate, claiming kisses of the night before. It was