All Chapters of Seducing My Ex's Ruthless Dad : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Amy’s POVThe dining room was quiet again, the soft clink of silverware and the sound of the air conditioner filling the space. Evan was having his food silently, it made me happy to eat with my the people at my palace at every chance I got. It made me feel good.I was trying to focus on my food, but I could feel Kael’s fingers on my lap, slipping down to my panties.Without looking, I sensed his hand brush lightly against my lap. My stomach twisted slightly, a mix of anticipation and caution. He was playing with me again, subtly, testing boundaries as he always did.“Relax,” he whispered, just above my ear, his fingers tracing a slow, teasing line along my thigh under the table.I swallowed hard, trying to keep my composure. “Kael,” I murmured, voice tight, “not here.”His lips curved into a mischievous smirk, though I couldn’t see it from my angle. “Why not?” he asked softly. “No one’s paying attention. Besides…” His fingers grazed higher, just barely, and I shivered. “I like knowin

Amy’s POVI rose from under the table too fast, nearly hitting my head on the wooden edge. My pulse was racing, my cheeks still burning from what had just happened between Kael and me. His touch lingered on my skin like fire, and for a moment, I forgot that we weren’t alone.I sat back in my chair, forcing myself to breathe evenly. Across from me, Evan sat calmly, his plate still half full. His expression was polite, but there was a flicker in his eyes—a knowing glint that made my stomach twist.He cut another piece of steak with practiced ease before looking up at me. “Are you enjoying your food?” he asked casually, his tone too smooth, almost teasing.I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and forced a nervous smile. “Yeah,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’m enjoying it. I’m having a good time.”My fork clattered softly against the plate as I stood. “I’ll catch up later. I have a few things to do.”Before either of them could respond, I turned and left the dining room,

Amy’s POVThe evening air was cool, carrying the faint scent of damp earth and blooming lilies that circled the palace gardens. The place was quiet, almost too quiet for Amy’s restless mind.She stood by the nursery window, her gaze drifting toward the dim outline of the palace walls. What that girl had said earlier kept echoing in her head, there’s a tunnel under the palace.A tunnel? Amy couldn’t wrap her mind around it. She had lived here long enough with Mr. and Mrs. Blake to know every corner of this place. Every hallway, every forbidden door, every creaking staircase. Yet not once had she stumbled upon anything that even hinted at the existence of a secret tunnel.She frowned as she poured warm water into the small bathtub for Zayn. The gentle steam rose, filling the air with the soft scent of baby soap.“Maybe she was just making it up,” Amy muttered under her breath, testing the water with her elbow. But another voice in her mind disagreed — what if it wasn’t just a story? Wha

Amy’s POVThe command center smelled like burnt coffee and adrenaline. Monitors blinked in a thousand guises of panic: camera feeds, maps, incoming messages. I stood at the center of it all, a raw edge under the fluorescent glare, watching my team become a hive of motion. Every second we'd live without answers felt like another life slipping away.“Status.” My voice was low, bellowing only what needed to be heard.Detective Marlow snapped to attention. “Tunnel’s sealed for forensics. We sent a full crew down. Samples already picked up—soil, fibers, two sets of prints. One set matches equipment from our seizure last month. The other is incomplete, partial, but it’s… unusual.”“Unusual how?” I pressed.He glanced at the screen where the prints were overlaid with a database. “Pattern suggests a modified sole. Not commercially available. Military-grade treads but with an extra lug pattern. We’ve never seen the make in our system.”I let that sink in. Whoever was running this left fewer tr

Amy’s POVAmy’s breath caught as she watched from behind the crates, the cold night wind biting against her cheeks. Kael stood a few meters away under the flickering warehouse light, his tall frame tense as he spoke to Queen.Then it happened, so fast, he handed her something. A small object, wrapped, discreet. Queen slipped it into her coat pocket like it was something precious. Amy’s pulse quickened, her stomach twisting into a knot so tight it almost hurt.What the hell is he doing?Her throat felt dry. The man who had just held her in bed hours ago was now secretly meeting his ex-wife under the cover of darkness.She didn’t wait to see more. Turning abruptly, she hurried back to her car before her emotions exploded. The drive back to the palace was a blur of headlights and fury. Her mind raced faster than the car. Every second replayed that moment—Kael’s hand, Queen’s satisfied smirk, the way they stood close enough to whisper.By the time she pulled into the palace courtyard, her