All Chapters of Fated love: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

‎"Caroline... do you even know what you're doing?" Sebastian's cold expression faltered for a moment. Her soft palm was resting gently on his forehead, and despite himself, he felt his heart start to pound uncontrollably.‎‎"What am I doing? In what way? I don't understand," she replied, feigning innocence with a sly smile. Her eyes glinted playfully as she watched his jaw tense. Slowly, her hand trailed down from his forehead to the side of his cheek, her fingers light and deliberate.‎‎Sebastian's breath hitched, and he reached up to grab her hand before it could move any further toward his neck. "I’m taking you home. You’re tipsy," he said firmly, trying to keep his voice steady. His body was already heating up under her touch, and he knew that if she continued, he wouldn’t be able to trust himself.‎‎Caroline pulled her hand back with a small shrug. "Don’t worry about me. You can leave. I’m not done drinking," she said nonchalantly, reaching again for her glass.‎‎Sebastian's

‎Edward kept stealing glances at her while he ate, his fork pausing halfway to his mouth more than once. He realized with a quiet frown that he didn’t actually know anything about her, aside from her name. Claire. That was all. And yet, here she was, sitting across from him like some kind of puzzle he hadn’t been given the pieces for.‎‎His eyes drifted to her again, lingering on her small frame, her quiet posture. She looked so young. Almost fragile, like she might disappear if he looked away too long.‎‎How old is she? he wondered, his curiosity getting the better of him.‎‎“How old are you?” he asked suddenly, the question slipping out before he could second-guess it. He studied her face, noting the smoothness of her skin, the youthful softness that reminded him of a nineteen-year-old girl. Maybe she was nineteen.‎‎But even if she is nineteen… so what? he thought shamelessly, doing the math in his head. He was definitely older, how much older, exactly?‎‎Claire blinked, caugh

"Sir," she said again, her voice sharper this time as she saw him still refusing to budge. Frustrated, she raised her leg swiftly, aiming to kick him square in the groin. But his reflexes were faster. With a firm grip, he caught her leg mid-air, inches away from her intended target.‎‎"I really underestimated you," he said coldly, his grip steady as his eyes met hers. Her expression had gone from fierce to unsettlingly calm, and it sent a shiver down his spine. If he hadn’t acted in that split second, he’d be doubled over in pain right now, and facing one of the most humiliating moments of his life. But despite the near miss, he wasn’t angry. Not with her.‎‎Still holding her leg, he stepped a little closer, a glint of mischief dancing in his otherwise intense gaze. He leaned forward about to steal a kiss one that he knows it will leave her breathless, when the elevator doors slid open with a soft chime.‎‎"Perfect timing," he muttered under his breath, straightening himself and re

‎What are you doing," she said alert as he moved to her, but he didn't give her a chance to talked further as he take her pink lips into his mouth using his right hand to grab the arm of the car chair and his left hand to hold her neck from behind as he kiss her lip, he was really angry as he talked about other guys, how dare she, feeling her struggling, he bite her lips hard making her sigh as he have more access to devour her lips exploring every corner of he mouth, after what feel like forever he finally let her go as he began to suck her exposed white neck feelings his member twitched in his trouser, he continue to suck her neck biting it slightly in the same place, making her gasped, seeing his kiss mark evidence on her neck he was finally satisfied and sit back on driver seat.‎‎‎Claire slowly regained her composure, her senses sharpening like a blade. The moment clarity returned, she shot Edward a glare so fierce it could cut steel. Anger surged through her like wildfire, fie

‎As Cleo stormed out of Ryan’s estate, her heart shattered into pieces, she could barely see through the veil of tears clouding her vision. The warm evening breeze brushed against her face, but it brought no comfort, only the cold sting of betrayal. With trembling fingers, she hailed a taxi, her mind spinning with disbelief. Was everything he said... everything he did... all just a lie? The question echoed endlessly in her head, each repetition slicing deeper into her chest.‎‎She slid into the back seat of the cab and closed the door a little too hard, startling the driver slightly. She didn’t notice. Her tears flowed freely, blurring her carefully done makeup and leaving dark streaks down her cheeks. The pain behind her red, swollen eyes was unmistakable raw, unfiltered heartbreak.‎‎“Miss, are you okay?” the driver asked gently, his voice laced with concern as he glanced at her through the rearview mirror. He could hear her quiet sobs and wondered what could have possibly hurt su