บททั้งหมดของ DEADLY SEDUCTION : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

A knock comes just after midnight.Soft. Two taps. Hesitant — like he already knows she’s awake.Elena doesn’t answer right away. She stands still, barefoot on the cold marble, her bodyhumming with restless energy. The kind that lives between fear and desire.“Madame?”Ryan’s voice carries through the door. Smooth. Controlled. Always polite enough to be safe.Always a little too close to dangerous.She opens the door halfway.He stands there — shirt sleeves rolled up, collar unbuttoned, the rain still drying on his skin.Not flawless like Alex — but real. Present. Watching her with the same quiet calculation that’sboth unnerving and grounding.“Elena,” he says softly. “You left the terrace doors open. I thought you’d gone out.”She glances past him, at the dim hallway. The suite is quiet. Alex’s study door is still closed, thefaint echo of his phone call muffled through heavy walls.“No,” she says. Her voice sounds strange. Rough. “I couldn’t sleep.”Ryan nods, like he understands

Elena quickly cleaned herself up and smoothed down her dress before slipping out of the guestroom. Her heart was pounding as she tiptoed through the house, half-expecting to run into Alexat any moment. But the house was eerily quiet, the orgy participants seemingly having allretired to their own spaces to recover.She breathed a sigh of relief as she made it to the front door unnoticed. Just as she was aboutto step outside, her phone buzzed in her hand. It was a text from an unknown number."Come to the office. We need to talk."Elena's blood ran cold. There was only one person this could be from - Alex. Somehow, he hadtracked her down and was demanding a meeting. But why? What did he want to talk about?Her mind raced with possibilities as she drove towards the office building downtown. By thetime she arrived, she was a nervous wreck, her palms sweaty on the steering wheel.She took the elevator up to the executive level, her stomach twisting into knots. The doorsopened with a

“He hit me, Claudia.”Elena touched her cheek, and the images she wanted to hide returned, Alex taking her forcefully despite her pleas, the welt on the side of her face from where his hand had struck her. The images were too vivid to be hidden. “Alex hit you?”Claudia was by her side in an instant. Elena felt helpless and angry at the same time. She hated being vulnerable. She hated letting the fragments of what remained of her marriage to show. And even though Claudia was a friend, she hated the fact that she was seeing her in such a state. “He never struck me as the type that would hit a woman, Elena…I'm sorry.”Elena nodded as she sipped water from the glass in front of her. “I'm tired of everything, Claudia. Of the entire back and forth. When I married him, I envisioned a beautiful life, one I would never forget.” Elena paused as she searched for the right words in the midst of the chaos her life was, “But….but this is the opposite. We fight everyday. We see other people…he h

“Malik?”Elena's eyes searched the parking lot cautiously, expecting to see Alex emerge from one of the cars, his hand ready to fly again. What was Malik doing in the parking lot of SafeHaven Legal Consult?Did he have an appointment?He didn't look like a man that had an appointment. In a shirt and trousers that framed his beautiful legs, he looked almost casual, as if he wasn't in a hurry.His eyes transformed when she said his name, and he moved to her instinctively, a move that made her withdraw immediately. The parking lot was way too public. There were eyes everywhere. And yes, she was still a married woman. “Claudia told me. Are you alright?”His hands framed her face, a singular action that showed how much he cared. “I'm fine.” His touch melted every resistance, every obstruction she had put up in a bid to hide how emotionally vulnerable she was. “You're not supposed to be here, Malik…”His voice was harsh when he replied. “Look around you, Elena. This isn't something you'

The intruder was no other person than Felicia, Ryan's mother, and the main housekeeper of the Greyson household. Elena's initial reaction was to ask her harshly what she was still doing up at such an ungodly hour, and why she was in Alex's office in the first place. She decided against it last minute because she knew that even the slightest of sounds could wake her husband. When she didn't speak, Felicia was forced to do so. The housekeeper adjusted uneasily as the words rolled off her tongue. “I'm sorry…Ma'am.. Elena. I thought I heard sounds. I decided to check…”Elena glared at her, the hatred she felt for the woman who was a few years older than her rushing through her veins in waves. She had watched Felicia fuck her husband time and time again, without shame and remorse, enjoying every bit of it. The same maid who was under her roof, a maid who was supposed to bow to her authority. “Thank you for checking, Felicia. I came in to glance through some files.”The glance Felicia