Semua Bab Contracted By My Ex’s Father In Law : Bab 111 - Bab 120

***IRENE ***For a long, terrifying moment, all I could do was stare at Dante. The shock of his words—Trenton is in the next room—felt like a bucket of ice water thrown over my heated skin. My mind raced with horrible, confused thoughts. Why was he here? What was Dante going to do?But Dante just kept looking at me with that dark, knowing smile. He saw my anxiety, but he didn’t seem worried by it. His eyes burned with a dark, possessive fire I knew all too well.“Dante, what–what are you thought—?” He didn’t answer my broken question. Instead, he leaned down and kissed me again.This kiss was different. It wasn’t to calm me or to distract me. It was a claiming. It was hard and deep, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, stealing the little breath I had left. I couldn’t move my hands to push him away. I couldn’t do anything but feel.When he finally pulled back, I was gasping. “Dante, please…”“Shhh,” he whispered against my lips, his voice a rough caress. “He is nothing. He is less

IRENE***I woke up feeling groggily. Outside the window, It was the soft, hazy glow of evening streaming through the gaps in the heavy curtains. For a long moment, I just lay there, floating in the quiet space between sleep and waking. My body felt deliciously heavy, a pleasant ache in my muscles that spoke of the intense, terrifying, and ultimately freeing hours that had come before.I stretched slowly under the sheets, my skin sensitive to the cool, clean cotton. The space beside me was empty, but the pillow still held the indent of his head and the faint, comforting scent of sandalwood. The memory of what happened—the fear, the shock of his words, the way he had then washed away every dark thought with a tenderness that had left me sobbing—flooded back, leaving me feeling raw and strangely peaceful.Pushing myself up, I saw a simple, long silk robe laid out at the foot of the bed. I slipped it on, tying the belt around my waist, and padded barefoot out of the room.The mansion w

***THRID POV ***Trenton sat in the plush armchair of his living room, but he found no comfort in it. Every part of him hurt. The bruises on his face and ribs were a dark, ugly purple. But the worst pain was in his right hand, which was wrapped in thick, white bandages. The memory of that sickening snap echoed in his mind, making him feel sick.Two maids moved around him quietly, like frightened mice. One tried to gently adjust a cushion behind his back."Careful, you stupid girl!" Trenton snarled, jerking away. The movement sent a fresh wave of agony from his ribs, and he hissed through his teeth. The maid flinched and scurried back.His best friend and Beta, Jacob, stood nearby, looking helpless. Jacob had always been a confident man, but right now he seemed small. "Trenton, I am so sorry this happened to you," Jacob said, for what felt like the hundredth time. "I should have been there. I should have stopped you from going near her.""Shut up, Jacob!” Trenton spat, his voice f

***Irene***The sun rose over the city, painting the penthouse in pale gold, but the beauty was lost on me. I paced the silent, luxurious space, my mind trapped in a loop of the burning factory and Dante’s cold, furious face. The guard Rowan placed outside was a silent statue outside the door. The world outside felt like a different planet, one where people were trying to hurt the man I…I didn’t let myself finish the thought.The text from Dante came as a relief, a tether to reality: Stay at the penthouse today. Do not leave. I will come to you tonight.The day dragged. I tried to read, to watch the vast city below, but my nerves were too frayed. All I could do was wait.Finally, as the last light of evening faded into deep blue night, I heard the soft beep of the private elevator. The doors slid open.Dante stood there.My heart squeezed. He looked… worn. Not tired in a sleepy way, but drained. The powerful energy that always surrounded him was subdued, like a storm that had spen

DANTE***The drive to Lucas’s estate was made in a silence so thick you could choke on it. I sat in the back of the car, my body a coiled spring of cold fury. The city passed by in a blur. All I could see was Irene’s sleeping face, and then the mental image of Lucas’s smug smile as he gave the order to burn what was mine.We didn't bother with the front gate. Rowan drove us to a side entrance, a place Lucas’s guards would be lazier. Two of my men were already there, holding two dazed-looking sentries against the wall. They nodded at me as I passed.I didn't knock. I just pushed the door open of the mansion and walked into the quiet, expensive stillness of my brother’s home.I found him in his sunroom, just as I expected. He was sitting in his wheelchair by a large window, a book open in his lap, a cup of tea steaming on a table beside him. He looked up as I entered, and for a split second, I saw genuine surprise in his eyes. Then it was gone, replaced by that familiar, calm mas