Semua Bab Tempting the Alpha’s Father : Bab 21 - Bab 30

The old Riverside Club hadn’t been in use for years.At least, not publicly.Its faded brick walls loomed in the moonlight, the cracked windows glowing faintly from the lights inside. I stood across the street, wrapped in my coat, asking myself for the hundredth time why I was here.Adrian’s warning still echoed in my mind—You won’t like what happens next.But curiosity is a dangerous thing. And Darius knew exactly how to feed it.The sound of a car door closing made me glance over my shoulder. A black sedan had pulled up. Darius stepped out, dressed in a dark suit that fit like it had been tailored for sin. He didn’t smile when he saw me.“You came,” he said simply.“I almost didn’t.”“But you did,” he replied, offering his arm. “Come inside. We don’t have long.”The interior of the club was nothing like the abandoned exterior. The moment I stepped inside, the scent of expensive whiskey and old wood hit me. Dim chandeliers cast a golden glow over velvet seating, polished floors, and

The night was thick with tension, as if the walls of Adrian’s private wing could sense the storm that had been brewing between us for weeks. The echoes of the ballroom still clung to my mind — the stares, the whispers, and Lucas’s dark, unblinking glare when he caught sight of me in Adrian’s arms earlier. I knew exactly what he was thinking, and I couldn’t deny the small, dangerous thrill of it.Adrian closed the door behind us, his towering presence instantly filling the room. He didn’t move toward me right away. Instead, he stood by the door, hands resting loosely in his pockets, eyes fixed on me like a predator deciding when to strike.“You enjoyed making him jealous,” he said finally, voice low, dangerous.I tried to keep my breathing steady. “If you’re talking about Lucas, he deserves to be jealous. He made his choice when he threw me away.”Adrian’s lips curled in something between amusement and hunger. “And now you’re mine?”That word — mine — sent a shiver down my spine. “Mayb

Emma barely touched her food after Lucas stormed out. The sound of the door slamming still echoed in her head, as though the entire villa itself had absorbed his fury.But Adrian? He was unbothered. Unmoved. He lifted his glass of wine and studied her with that maddening calmness, like he could hear the thundering of her heartbeat even though she sat across the table, pretending to be unaffected.“You didn’t expect him, did you?” Adrian’s voice carried an almost teasing note.Emma’s fork clinked against the porcelain plate. “No. I didn’t.”“He’s predictable,” Adrian said with a dismissive shrug. “I knew he would come searching. He can’t resist trying to control what he doesn’t own anymore.”Her head snapped up at that. What he doesn’t own anymore. The words were sharp, deliberate.“Don’t speak as if I belong to anyone,” she retorted, her voice steady even as heat rose in her chest.Adrian’s smirk widened, but there was no mockery in it—only challenge. “Then prove it.”Before she could

The villa had never felt more dangerous.Emma spent the rest of the day trying to steady her nerves, but Clara’s words refused to leave her mind. You’ve caught the attention of someone much more dangerous.The problem was—Emma knew it was true. Adrian’s obsession wasn’t something she could brush off anymore. It was consuming, powerful, and terrifyingly intoxicating.By evening, the household settled into its usual rhythm. The servants moved quietly through the halls, Lucas had left for the city on business, and Adrian disappeared into his study.Or so everyone thought.Emma had been avoiding him since morning, hoping to give herself space to breathe. But as the hours dragged on, the ache of his absence gnawed at her. By the time the clock struck midnight, she found herself standing outside his study door, her fist hovering in hesitation.She didn’t have to knock.The door opened on its own, and Adrian was there, as if he’d been waiting for her. His eyes—dark, knowing, magnetic—pulled

The following morning unfolded with deceptive calm. The Blackwood estate was bathed in golden light, the air heavy with the fragrance of blooming roses. The kind of morning that made the world seem harmless.But inside the walls of that house, storms were brewing.Emma descended the stairs, her face carefully composed, though her nerves screamed beneath the surface. She had barely slept. Clara’s little “gift” had poisoned her rest. Every creak of the hallway, every shift of the shadows outside her door, had felt like an accusation.She forced herself to smile as she entered the dining room. Lucas and Adrian were already seated, discussing business over steaming cups of coffee. Clara, as usual, was the perfect picture of elegance, her hair pinned neatly, her smile serene.“Good morning,” Emma murmured, sliding into her chair.“Morning,” Lucas said absently, eyes still on the papers spread before him.But Adrian… Adrian looked up at her.It was just a glance. Barely half a second. But h