Semua Bab My Beta's Betrayal, My Alpha's Obsession: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Charisse SMACK!My boyfriend, Valentin Egoton, hits me so coldly, so hard, I crash to the ground in the middle of the Michelin-starred restaurant. He hisses, “You’re supposed to be home making dinner! Why the fuck are you here? Can't you see that I'm busy!”Everyone is staring at me in silent contempt and disgust, and I’m burning with humiliation. I’ve dreamed of it all: the romantic live music, the servers’ cheer, people chanting ‘say yes’, the maître d’s blessing; his proposal. But they aren’t mine. They belong to that woman—my boyfriend’s new object of desire. “You said you'd marry me!” I scream for the first time in all nine years of our relationship, “Now, you’re on your knees for another woman?”He grabs my hair and yanks my face to his. “Damn it, Charisse,” he snarls in a low voice because he doesn’t want anyone to hear what he's about to say.No one but me. “You need to grow up. I told you to be careful because you’re a fucking embarassment—this is what I mean! Now, yo

CharisseChrist, another lunatic. I was about to tell him to fuck off when a business card pushed into my view. I took the card and he was about to introduce himself when his phone buzzed urgently. He needed to take the call, his face said, but he also needed to speak to me. I invited him to take the call and waved the business card to let him know that I’ll read it until he’s done. He understood what I meant and smiled appreciatively before moving out of earshot. It was then I glanced down at the card. My heart nearly stopped. DORIAN VELLUMCEO, Crimson Crest EmpireI jolted up like I was electrocuted and stared at that tall figure in black who stood like he was commanding the nation’s army. It was then I noticed his sharp and immaculate grooming. That business suit was way more exquisite than Val’s most expensive Hugh-Bosse suit. He, a creep? I’m the fucking lunatic!And to think that I actually ignored his question and he apologised about that!I must be crazy!Val is righ

Charisse“I’m sorry, Alpha Dorian,” said Mr. Chad, “But Charisse won’t be working here anymore.” I was supposed to hide in the staff changing room until Mr. Chad came to get me after sending that man away. But I still found myself opening the door slightly to listen to everything. “So she quitted.” That deep voice was strangely composed. “Y-yes.” “When did she quit, you said?” “Erm, this morning,” answered my boss. And then it was silent. Too silent. I opened the door more and came face to face with him. “Shit!” I tried to shut the door but he grabbed the lock stile. “Mr. Chad! Why did you let him in here? This is a private space!” I pushed the panel with all my might. “I won’t go in there but please don’t shut the door on me.” To prove it, he didn’t push the door forward so he could enter. But I also couldn’t push it to a close. So the door was kept ajar. Just a gap wide enough for us to see and hear each other. “I just want to talk, Charisse,” Dorian Vellum negotiated.

CharisseI need to pull away. Can’t have another man kissing me. I’m Val’s woman. I belong to him—. But these firm lips, the sweet taste of hot mint and his rhythmic breathing were helping me breathe, and I clutched onto him like he was my oxygen tank. He hugged me tightly, those strong arms wrapping and squeezing, and I felt secured, safe. Protected. I need to get closer—.But those same lips tore away. Then, bright blue eyes shone worriedly at me. “Charisse, are you alright?” His deep voice returned, clear again. Fresh air was gushing in too fast. But it was better than being choked. Seeing how worried he looked, I quickly nodded to reassure him. He helped me to the couch then brought me a cup of warm chamomile tea. “Are you sure you're good?” His brows were knitted so tightly that I felt bad. So I quickly nodded. “I'm sorry.” His face jerked away to hide his frustration, but I still caught his clenched jaw and found myself disliking it. I don’t want him to be angry with

Dorian“My ears are fine, Frank. There's no need to shout.” I exhaled.The smoke of my rage blew at that bruised face. “RELEASE ME IMMEDIATELY! HOW DARE YOU! THE ELDERS WILL HEAR ABOUT THIS!” He clawed and punched the air, and the chains clanked noisily. My gloved hand reached for the hammer. Terror flared those battered eyes. “Okay! I’ll apologise! Tell me what I did wrong. We're family, right, Dorian? We forgive and forget.” I chuckled dryly. “Family didn't keep you at Crimson Crest, Frank, my boredom did.”The clanking came to a sudden halt. “That's right. I was bored.” I tested the strength of the hammer. “So I let you stay. Keep you closer.” “Y-you’re lying…the elders want me there because I’m the last of that generation, and you need guidance!” I sighed. “They want to bury you alive, Frank.”“B–b–but—!” “You stole from them, remember?” I moved closer. “All those women, yachts, cars—they were their dividends, and you used them all without a single shred of conscience.” “B