บททั้งหมดของ Contracted By My Ex’s Father In Law : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

***DANTE***She sat there quietly beside me, her face half-lit by the dim streetlights flashing past the window. For a long time, she didn’t speak, only stared out as if the darkness outside could swallow the thoughts running wild in her head.Then suddenly, she turned to me. Her voice was low, calm—but I could hear the hesitation beneath it.“I don’t know who ordered my kidnap,” she said, her tone a little too even. “It… it sounded like a woman, but I couldn’t tell who it was.”My eyes stayed on her for a moment too long.A woman?That was the best she could come up with?I studied her face—the way her gaze flickered just slightly, how her hands fidgeted with the fabric of her gown. It wasn’t that she was lying outright, no. But she was hiding something.And I knew it.The woman didn’t realize how easily I could read her. Every little twitch, every breath—she was like an open book, even when she tried to close herself off.She looked like she wanted me to believe her.But I didn’t.

IRENEThe lobby was still ringing with the echo of my slap.
No one moved. No one breathed.
Everyone stood frozen—some shocked, some terrified, some secretly thrilled. Amira’s hand was still cupping her cheek and Seraphina frozen mid-gasp.I turned to leave—my chest still rising and falling with anger—but the sound of heavy footsteps echoed from the entrance.The atmosphere shifted instantly.The doors swung open.Heavy footsteps. A presence so commanding that even the air tightened.Dante.Rowan walked behind him, but it was Dante’s aura that crashed into the room like a storm. Cold. Powerful. Impossible to ignore.My heart jumped painfully against my ribs. Oh no…I had just slapped his daughter.His only daughter.Would he punish me in front of everyone? Would he drag me out? Would he protect Amira his own blood and turn on me? The fear ran down my spine even though I refused to show it. My feet stayed planted firmly on the floor, my back straight like steel.His eyes swept acros

***IRENE***All through the day, I kept myself buried in work. It was the only way to stop my mind from drifting back to this morning—to Dante’s hand holding mine, to his voice calling me his woman, to the way every single person in that lobby suddenly looked at me like I was untouchable.Untouchable… because of him.I rubbed my forehead and forced myself to focus on the last set of files. After hours of typing, signing, reviewing, and sending emails, I finally leaned back in my chair and stretched my aching fingers.“Done,” I muttered to myself.I packed my things slowly, making sure everything was neat. Just as I zipped my bag, someone knocked lightly on the door.A janitor, Mr. Collins, poked his head in.“Miss Irene,” he said politely, “someone is waiting for you outside the company.”“Someone?” I repeated. “Who?”He shook his head. “She told me not to say, miss. But she said they’d wait in the lobby.”She? I frowned. That was… strange.I thanked him, grabbed my bag, and walked

***IRENE POV***The air in the office crackled, thick with unspoken words and the heat of his body so close to mine. His scent—dark coffee, expensive whiskey, and pure, untamed male—wrapped around me, a familiar trap my body always fell into.“You’re disobeying me again.” His voice was a low rumble, a vibration I felt deep in my bones.All the fear, the doubt, the confusion Seraphina had planted in my chest twisted into something else under his gaze—a reckless, desperate need. I needed to feel something real from him. I needed to know that the fire between us wasn't just another part of his plan.So, I didn't back down. I lifted my chin higher, my heart hammering against my ribs like a wild bird. “Maybe I like disobeying you.”A dark, thrilling light flashed in his eyes. It was the look he got right before a storm, right before he took control and shattered all my defenses.He didn’t answer with words. One hand came up, his fingers tangling roughly in my hair, tilting my head back.

***IRENE***The second I stepped into my room, I slammed the door so hard the echo rattled through my bones.I pressed my back against it and sucked in a shaky breath, my heart running wild like it was trying to burst out of my chest. My palms were sweaty. My head felt hot. And Dante’s scent—his stupid intoxicating scent—was still stuck in my lungs.I hated it.I hated him.I hated how he could look at me with those blank, calm eyes while mine were burning.I covered my face with both hands, rubbing hard as if that could wipe the memory of him standing so close to me, towering over me, his voice deep and cold as he ordered me to leave.As if I was something he disgusted.As if I wasn’t breaking inside.The pressure in my chest tightened and tightened until something inside me snapped.Fine. If Dante didn’t want me…If he could stand there like nothing touched him…If he could push me away after everything…Then maybe I didn’t want him either.My arms dropped to my sides as a wicked