All Chapters of 2 Lusts Can Make A Right : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

MadelynI kept checking the time even though I already knew what it said.The numbers on my phone didn’t change fast enough, and the quiet in the penthouse felt louder with every minute that passed. Dominic had said he would be back quickly, just something urgent at the office, nothing to worry about. I tried to believe that. I really did. But the morning stretched on.I paced without meaning to, from the living room to the balcony and back again. Outside, the city moved like nothing was wrong. Cars passed, people walked, life went on, while I stood there barefoot on cool tiles, wrapped in his shirt, replaying the way he’d looked when he left. He tried to hide the rage but failed. Like he was holding something back with both hands.I told myself to stop overthinking. Dominic always handled things. That was who he was. Still, my chest felt tight, and I kept glancing toward the door like it might open if I stared long enough.When it finally did, the sound made me jump.I turned quickly

DominicA month passed, and I was done tolerating Nathaniel's stubborn ass.I woke up that morning and dragged my own brother to rehab with police officers watching. Well, I didn't have any options. Nathaniel had spent the weeks spiraling in ways even I couldn’t ignore anymore.So I made the call.When the cops showed up at the house, Nathaniel was already drunk, lazily lying on the couch in his room. The place smelled like stale liquor and something broken. He laughed when he saw them at first, that sharp, ugly laugh that always meant trouble, until one of them took his arm and told him calmly to cooperate.That was when he lost it.“You can’t do this,” he shouted, pulling against them. “This is manhandling. I didn’t do anything.”My mother started crying immediately, her hands shaking as she tried to reach him. “Dominic, please,” she begged, turning to me like I could still change my mind. “This is too much. He just needs rest. He needs time.”I didn’t move.I stood there with my ar

DominicI knew something was wrong the moment I stepped out of the elevator and heard crying that did not belong in my home.The front door was open.That alone made my stomach tighten.Madelyn never left the door open.I stepped inside and the first thing I saw was Leana standing in my living room like she owned the place, her back straight, her face streaked with tears, and a baby cradled in her arms. Madelyn stood a few feet away, frozen, her hands hanging uselessly at her sides, her face pale and unreadable in a way that scared me more than anger ever could.For a second, no one spoke.Then Leana turned when she saw me.“There he is,” she said, her voice breaking as if she had rehearsed the moment and still wasn’t prepared for it. “You finally decided to come home.”Madelyn looked at me then, and I felt it like a blow to the chest. There were a thousand questions in her eyes and not one of them was kind.“What is going on,” I asked, forcing my voice to stay calm as I moved closer.

DominicGetting Leana to leave was not easy. Nothing about that night was easy.She stood in the living room with the baby pressed against her chest, rocking him back and forth like she was daring me to say something wrong. The guards hovered near the door, unsure if they were allowed to intervene, unsure whose side they were supposed to be on. Madelyn was nowhere in sight, which somehow made everything worse because I could feel her absence like a weight pressing on my ribs.“Just for tonight,” I said, keeping my voice steady even though my head was pounding. “Take him home. I will come talk to you later.”Leana looked at me like she did not believe a single word. Her eyes were red, her makeup smudged, and the baby let out a soft whine that made her tighten her hold.“You always say later,” she replied. “Later never comes with you.”“I swear,” I said, lowering my voice. She followed my gaze instinctively, glancing down the hallway that led to the bedrooms. Her mouth twisted, somethi

Dominic The week passed like a slow bleed I could not stop. It did not rush. It did not explode. It just dragged itself through every day, every hour, every quiet moment where Madelyn should have been close enough for me to feel her presence. Instead, I felt the gap she left behind. It pressed against my chest when I woke up. It followed me into meetings. It sat with me when I ate and tasted nothing. I had lived through injuries that healed faster than this.She still lived in the same house. She still worked in the same company. Yet somehow, she had pulled so far away from me that it felt like we were separated by cities instead of walls.That morning, the office was loud in the usual way. Phones ringing. Assistants talking in hushed voices. Papers sliding across desks. The steady hum of the building doing what it always did, moving forward whether I was falling apart or not. I sat behind my desk pretending to focus on reports, nodding when someone spoke to me, signing where I was t