All Chapters of In Lust With Her Father's Friend: Chapter 61 - Chapter 67

DOUGAL“James, how could you?” I accused, my voice sharp enough to cut through the low murmur of his office.He was in the middle of a discussion with some of his workers, their heads bowed over papers and laptops, but he turned toward me immediately.“Old friend,” he greeted with a polite smile, gesturing for me to take a seat.I stepped into the office and settled into the chair opposite him, refusing to soften my tone. “I heard what happened between you and Natasha,” I began bluntly, cutting through any small talk.The man raised his gaze, eyes steady on mine. I shrugged, ignoring the subtle gasp from one of the workers.“You all can go now. I’ll call for you later,” he said, dismissing them with a wave.“So that brat came to report me to you?” he asked, leaning forward slightly, an eyebrow raised.I waited until the door clicked shut before speaking again. “Why would you even think it’s okay to force your daughter to marry someone against her will?”The news had reached me thanks

I sank into the leather chair, but the comfort did nothing to ease the knot tightening in my chest. Across the massive oak desk, my father’s eyes bored into me, sharp and merciless, and the silence in the office felt suffocating.“Leo,” he said finally, his voice low, deliberate, “you are a failure.”The word hit me like a punch to the gut. I flinched, my throat suddenly dry. I had expected a scolding, maybe even a warning—but failure? From him? The weight of it made my chest ache.“I… I’m doing my best, Father,” I said carefully, keeping my voice steady even as my hands curled into fists on my knees.His hand slammed down on the desk, rattling papers and pens. “Your best isn’t good enough! Do you realize we’re only a month away from the bank loan deadline? One month, Leo! And you—” He leaned forward, the sheer force of his presence almost unbearable—“—have yet to get Natasha Philips engaged! Do you understand what that means if you fail?”“I—Father, I’m trying—she just… she’s—” My wo

I parked the car in the garage of my apartment, the city lights outside casting faint shadows across Natasha’s face. She was quiet, leaning back against the seat, arms crossed in that stubborn, defiant way that had always made me want to shake her—and simultaneously protect her. I stole a glance at her, trying to read her expression, but she wasn’t giving anything away.My mind, however, was running a mile a minute. Delphine. That woman’s face burned itself into my vision, and every time I thought about her, I felt that same mixture of anger and humiliation. She had stolen from me, right under my nose, and escaped without so much as a glance back. I couldn’t let that happen. Not now, not ever.And yet… Natasha. That was my immediate priority. My father’s orders weren’t just words—they were threats wrapped in power and authority. One month. One month to secure her compliance, or risk losing everything: the alliance, the bank loan, the reputation of the company. I couldn’t afford to cha