All Chapters of Seducing My Ex's Ruthless Dad : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Amy Stone Sleep refuses to come that night. Every time I close my eyes, I see Peter—tied, bleeding, calling out for help. My father doesn’t bluff. If he said Peter was “resting,” it only means one thing—he’s dying.Before the first streaks of dawn touch the sky, I slip out of bed. Kael’s steady breathing echoes behind me. I pause for a second, my heart heavy. “I’m sorry,” I whisper, my voice trembling. “But I need to deal with this myself.”Quietly, I close the door and make my way down the dim hallway, barefoot, careful not to wake anyone. My destination is Kael’s hidden room—the one he thought I didn’t know about.I key in the password I once glimpsed while he was distracted. The lock clicks open. Cold air rushes out from the secret chamber.Weapons line the walls like an art collection from hell—guns, blades, and vials filled with strange liquids. I take two pistols, a knife, and a few tiny bottles labeled with a skull symbol.I mutter under my breath, “Why the hell does Kael have

Amy StoneMy heart nearly leaps out of my chest when I see Tory, little does she know I remember her vividly.I flicker my gaze at her when I remember the amount of nasty things we used to do. She thought I meant it when I asked her to teach me how to kiss, so that Chad can be impressed. Most times, I only said those things to draw her closer.I glance at the watch, as I wait for her to get in the car. Kael is already in, his smile spreads across his face.“I'm so glad you made it, I thought you won't make it for the meeting,” he says, “And where did you go? I hope you didn't go looking for Peter alone.”I chuckle nervously, avoiding slipping a lie, “I was taking care of a few things,” I simply say. And by a few things I mean terminating half of my dad's guards with Natalie and Lukas.Damn it feels good, I take a deep breath and smile fully knowing Peter is getting the treatment he deserves.“Amy you have to let me in your world too,” He says, caressing my thigh lightly with his hand.

Amy Stone I push the memory of last night back where it belongs: under warm sheets, with Kael’s skin still smelling like musk and heat. For a half‑second I let the memory play like a private movie, my eyes find Kael at the kitchen table, sandwich in hand, hair still damp from the shower.“Have you seen Tory?” I ask, scanning the room like she might be hiding under a throw.Kael doesn’t look up from his sandwich. “Uhm, yeah actually. I found a note on the stand. Here it is.” He hands it across the counter, unwrapping the paper.I read it slow, hoping the shape of the words will rearrange themselves into sense. They don’t.“She just left? I hope she’s okay,” I say, trying for casual and landing somewhere on the edge of brittle.“Maybe it was urgent,” Kael offers. He always offers calm, like his voice is the kind of thing you can anchor to.His chest rises, then falls as he stands. He moves like he knows how much I like to watch him, and I let myself. The memory of his hand on my cheek,

Amy Stone “What’s wrong, Chad? Your face doesn’t look so good.” I tilt my head slightly, letting the venom drip from each word. “N–nothing… I just feel a little weird, that’s all.” He clutches his stomach, his face pale and sweaty. “I’ll see you later.” I smile faintly, watching him stumble toward the door. “Oh, poor Chad,” I whisper under my breath. You thought kissing up to me would erase everything you did? You’re pathetic. He rushes out, nearly tripping on his way. Satisfaction spreads through me like warmth from a good cup of coffee. I tap my nails lightly on the desk, glance at the clock, and smirk. It’s time for the second phase of my plan. With a quick grab of my purse, I leave my office. Heads turn as I walk through the lobby. The click of my heels echoes, sharp and steady. People lower their eyes when I pass. Power smells better than perfume—it demands attention, and I love every second of it. “Driver, to the hospital,” I say, sliding into the back seat. I catch my refl

Amy Stone Amy's birthday It takes one skilled man to hunt, and today I'm thirsty for blood. I track and hunt every member of my so-called dad's group, eliminating them one at a time—each person who tortured Peter, who whipped his back with a salted whip—each one of them falling one by one. I pull up my black leather jacket, sunglasses in place as I watch my team take down the last one. “This will send a strong message, Dad,” I seethe. “But Amy, you are aware he will come for you, right? What if he brings Lucian with him?” Lukas asks nervously. “Then I will be waiting for him. Peter’s death cannot be in vain!” I try my best to control the raging emotions flowing inside me. Peter died because of me, and I know for sure my blood still wants vengeance. I get back into the car after popping my last cigar. “Drive.” “Alright, ma’am.” Seconds later, I receive a call from a company I never wish to do business with—The Ron’s Loan Cooperation. “What is this?” I question myse