Lahat ng Kabanata ng Seducing My Ex's Ruthless Dad : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

One Year Later Amy Stone “Thank you,” I whispered to the photo while clutching the bracelet on my wrist. Its small stone charm glowed faintly under the light. My only connection to the life I had lost to that jerk. “I wish you didn’t have to leave me like that,” I choked out, my voice barely audible. The pain of their sudden, violent deaths still felt like a knife twisting in my heart. It had been a horrible accident. I stood by the massive marble kitchen counter, the scent of butter and garlic filling the air as the staff rushed around, chopping, stirring, and cleaning. The maids’ chatter faded into the background as my eyes fixed on the framed photo sitting at the center of the counter....Mr. and Mrs. Blake, smiling with their arms around each other. My chest tightened even more. They had saved me. They said they found me torn apart and half-dead on that riverbank with the bracelet glowing as if it were protecting me. I had no idea my grandma had left me something so pr

Amy Stone “Are you crazy?” Kael snapped, yanking my head off his cock so fast my hair whipped across my face. His voice cracked through the charged silence like a whip. His entire body was trembling, skin flushed and glistening with sweat, his sculpted muscles flexing as he fought for control. His chest heaved, each breath shallow and ragged. Good. That meant I was in control. I smirked, deliberately licking my lips, tasting him. His cold, steel-gray eyes blazed with fury and something far more dangerous. Lust. “It’s up to you,” I purred, rising slowly. Every move was calculated, deliberate. I walked toward the edge of the bed, swaying my hips, giving him a perfect view of my perfectly round ass. The kind of view that could make even a man like Kael Woods...feared CEO, ruthless billionaire...forget himself for a moment. The old me would never have done this. The old Amy would have been sobbing over betrayal, clinging to the wreckage of what Chad and my so-called best frie

Amy StoneKael’s entire body thrums with barely contained rage. His hand twitches at his side like he’s fighting the urge to strangle someone—namely Chad, who stands a few feet away, fists clenched, chest heaving like a bull ready to charge.“My love,” I purr, stepping closer to Kael and sliding my arm possessively around his bicep, “calm down. He’s not worth it. You can destroy him later, in a way that really matters.”My voice is soft, but my words are laced with venom meant only for Kael’s ears.His muscles go rigid beneath my touch, and for one terrifying second, I think he’ll shove me aside and go for Chad’s throat anyway. Then, slowly, he exhales, his frame melting into me.“Let’s go,” he grits out, the threat in his tone clear enough to make the entire room hold its breath.Chad’s eyes widen, his face blotchy with rage. “Amy!” he snaps, the sound more like a wounded animal than a man.Kael doesn’t even glance back.Chad grabs Melissa’s wrist like she’s nothing but a prop and sh

Amy StoneMy phone starts ringing just as Kael presses a kiss to my forehead, his lips warm and possessive. I groan, snatching it off the nightstand, ready to hear whatever drama Melissa is brewing now.“Melissa,” I mutter when I see her name, firm and emotionless.Kael is standing at the edge of the bed, sliding on his tuxedo jacket with calm precision. The man looks like sin wrapped in silk, and here I am about to ruin my mood with this call.“Ugh, this bitch,” I grumble and swipe to answer. “Melissa, if you don’t start talking in the next two seconds, I’m hanging up.”On the other end, I hear ragged sobbing. Loud, messy sobbing like she’s trying to win an Oscar for Most Pathetic Performance.Seems Chad's broke ass is tormenting her, it's barely a day and she's breaking.“Amy!” Melissa wails, practically shrieking my name. “Amy, please! Please let me come to the wedding! I’m begging you!”I pull the phone slightly away from my ear, making a face. “Girl, are you crying or choking on

“Oh my God, she seems to be an heiress, but actually she is a thief,” a blonde girl says, lifting her glass of wine with a smug little smirk, her words loud enough for half the hall to hear. There’s a look of distaste on her face as though simply being in the same room as me offends her.A few gasps ripple through the crowd and the whispers begin spreading like wildfire. My stomach twists but I straighten my shoulders and keep my head high.“Kael, I would never steal,” I murmur under my breath, clutching his hand lightly.Before I can fully prepare myself for his reaction, Kael wraps his much larger hand firmly over mine. The warmth of his grip sends a strange wave of calm through me, my heart leaping just a little. Chad would never have done this for me, not in front of so many people. He always avoided conflict, always found a way to make me feel small. But Kael, his father, doesn’t hesitate for even a second to stand beside me.The chaos grows louder as Mrs Vermont’s sharp voice cu