All Chapters of My Mate Is Another Woman's Fate: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The awakening was abrupt. The blaring alarm jolted me upright in bed, and I immediately regretted it. My head was splitting, forcing me to clutch it. I don’t remember setting the alarm myself — it was probably my dear mother.Memories of the previous night hit me suddenly. I had dreamed of Robert — I was certain it was him; his scent is unmistakable. Such a vivid dream… or was it even a dream? I leapt from the bed, dashed to the bathroom, and began examining myself in the mirror. Everything was as it should be, no traces left, even my pajamas and underwear were intact. My hair was a messy nest, but that was hardly surprising. My eyes sparkled, and my lips were slightly swollen, probably chapped from yesterday when I had been freely drinking champagne outside with Gustav.Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, I exhaled in relief and headed for the shower. The cool water eased my headache slightly, but not completely. Dressed in a light sundress, I braided my hair and went down for breakf

Honestly, I didn’t expect my parents to let me go to the city at all. But I have to give Gustav credit — he’s an absolute master of persuasion. Using his natural charm and gift of speech, he somehow managed to convince our parents to give their blessing for our “little outing.” Well… we didn’t exactly tell them it was going to be that kind of outing.Gustav spun them a story that during the day we’d visit a museum and an art gallery, and later attend an unusual youth performance that could only take place at night — something about special lighting effects and a play of shadows against the night sky, ending with a fireworks show. He made sure to emphasize that he was dedicating the entire day to my “cultural enrichment” and that we’d be back very late.He also highlighted that the event was exclusive — only the elite youth were allowed in, no random crowd. And of course, everything would be under his strict supervision; he wouldn’t let me out of his sight for even a second. That last

Never say “never.” It’s about time I remembered that truth.After the thrilling—hellish in every sense—ride on the Ferris wheel, we wandered around the park some more. It was quite fun. I had never had such simple and entertaining walks before, as I was hardly ever allowed out of the house. And that was sad.I didn’t bring up the conversation about us with Robert again, since we were never alone. Instead, we chatted about various trivial topics, which was also very enlightening and interesting.It would be foolish not to admit that Robert was growing on me more and more. With every conversation, glance, or subtle touch, my heart raced faster, and I found myself falling for him more than I wanted.After our walk, we stopped at a cute café to grab a bite. Rob sat next to me and occasionally squeezed my hand under the table. And once, when everyone got deeply involved in an argument, I felt his hand sliding way up past my knee. I thought I might choke on a piece of pizza at that moment,

I keep running as fast as I can, running purely on adrenaline. My heart is pounding somewhere in my ears, threatening to burst right out of my chest. Running in heels is pure torture, but there’s absolutely no time to take them off.Robert isn’t chasing me yet — maybe he changed his mind? Or he’s just giving me a head start? Most likely the second. For his beast, this is all just a game — a hunt for fun. Which means if he’s giving me a head start, he already thinks he’s won. That I’m weak, that I won’t be able to escape or hide.That thought sets me on fire. Anger flares instantly. So that’s how little you think of me, huh? We’ll see about that. I suddenly feel an overwhelming urge to teach that arrogant bastard a lesson.I sprint as fast as I can toward the city park. It’s the middle of the night and there’s hardly a soul on the streets — the park is even quieter. Maybe I can hide there somewhere. Though, with his sense of smell, he’ll find me in no time. Not an option.The pond! Of

Elizabeth fell asleep almost instantly, right after she had relaxed completely. I stood there for a long moment, unable to take my eyes off her. Carefully, I dressed her again—slipping her tiny shorts and underwear back on. Somehow, even that felt unexpectedly intimate. Maybe I just liked touching her, no matter the reason.Not wanting her to sleep half the day away, I set an alarm on her phone. I wanted to see her at breakfast. I wondered if she’d remember anything—or if she would simply blame it all on the vivid imagination of a drunken mind. For a while longer, I watched her sleeping form before quietly leaving the room.Her scent, her soft sounds, her image—all of it lingered in my mind. When I finally reached my own room, I turned on the shower, trying to wash away the tension clawing inside me. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been so restless, so undone. Probably not since I was a teenager. But something about Eli simply knocked the ground out from under me, and I wasn’t