All Chapters of Seducing My Ex's Ruthless Dad : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Amy StoneThe car stops in front of the palace gates, and I can already feel the tension in the air. The guards straighten at once, their polished boots snapping together as they bow deeply. Good. They should. The old me would’ve looked away, unsure how to act under all the attention. But not anymore.I step out, my heels striking the stone with sharp precision. The red gown I wear flows behind me like liquid fire, catching every flicker of light. My pulse is steady, my expression blank. Inside, though, I can feel the storm brewing.Peter walks beside me, his voice low and worried. “Amy, think about this carefully. What if that email was wrong? What if someone is trying to play you again?”I don’t even glance at him. “I don’t make mistakes anymore, Peter. I’m not the old Amy. I see through their games now.”He sighs, but I keep walking. The palace looms ahead—my home, the one they stripped from me. The guards push open the golden doors, and the cold air inside hits me like a memory I

Kael Woods I stand in front of the mirror, adjusting my tie, the morning light spilling across the room in soft golden lines. The silence is almost peaceful until I hear it—her voice. “Mr. Woods! I need your help!” Cassandra. I close my eyes, exhaling slowly through my nose. “What does she want now?” I mutter, my patience already wearing thin. Grabbing my jacket from the bed, I stride down the hall toward her room. When I open the door, she’s sitting on the couch with a blanket around her legs, face twisted in fake pain. “Why are you calling for me again?” I ask, tone clipped. “You have a house full of staff. Let them help you.” She pouts, tilting her head just enough to look helpless. “They’re not doing it right,” she says softly. “My leg hurts too much. I can’t even walk properly.” I rub the back of my neck, irritation bubbling beneath my calm. “Cassandra, I have work to get to. What exactly do you want?” “I just need a little help,” she murmurs. “A massage. Please.” The wa

Kael WoodsThe car roars through the night, headlights slicing through the dark as the city rushes past in a blur of lights and anger. My grip on the steering wheel is iron-tight, knuckles white. I barely feel the vibration of the road beneath me; all I can hear is Chad’s voice echoing in my head—They almost cut off her fingers.Every word burns. Every image I imagine of Amy in pain tears something raw inside me. I push the accelerator harder. The tires screech as I pull up to the Palace gates.Two guards rush forward, their flashlights raised. But the moment they see me, their stance falters.“Mr. Woods—” one starts, voice shaking.“Open the gate,” I command, stepping out of the car. My tone leaves no room for negotiation. “Now.”They exchange quick glances, their hands trembling. “Sir, we were told—”I take one step closer, my eyes sharp and merciless. “You were told what? To cage a woman who owns this very ground you’re standing on?”Silence. One of them fumbles for his keys and un

Amy Stone It's barely an hour since the drama disappeared and my throat feels unbearably dry, I try to call out for Genevieve and other staff, but no one answers. I glance at the watch and afternoon, they are probably having their lunch.The house is quiet, too quiet, and the faint sensation of the heater does nothing to soothe my nerves. I decide to get some water myself and make my way downstairs, my thoughts racing.I couldn't help it but Chad keeps coming to mind and his sudden change of heart, his desperate pleas earlier. I can’t tell if he’s sincere or if it’s all another act.From almost murdering me to being a new saint.As I reach the bottom of the stairs, I hear soft sobbing coming from the balcony. I pause, turning to see Chad standing there, hands gripping the railing, eyes red-rimmed and desperate.“Amy,” he calls softly. “Please… don’t file the lawsuit. You don’t understand… it’ll ruin me too.”I stay quiet, my chest tight. “You’ve hurt me, Chad. Deeply. But Melissa… Me

Michal Hayes (Amy's Father) The last time I saw my daughter, Amy, her eyes were swollen from crying, her hands clutching that worn-out teddy bear I bought her on her fifth birthday. I still remember the way she looked at me when I left… as if she already knew her father was a monster.Now, years later, I sit in the back of a black sedan, fingers tapping restlessly against my thigh. “Have you managed to find any information about my Amy?” My voice comes out rougher than I intend, betraying the ache sitting somewhere between guilt and obsession.Joyce, my assistant, adjusts her glasses nervously. “I don’t have full information yet, sir. But… I did come across her name in a registry from Gem’s City. It wasn’t much, but I thought it was a lead.”“Then that’s where we start,” I say sharply. “Gather every piece of valuables you can find. We’ll go see her ourselves. My daughter must accept to be part of my plan—by all means necessary.”I slam my fist on the table, the sound echoing through