The Billionaire's Sex Diet Obsession のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 55

Elena's POVThe package arrived like a venomous snake in the mail, innocuous in its plain brown wrapping but lethal in its contents. It sat on the marble kitchen island that morning, mocking us with its anonymous postmark—no return address, just a scrawled "For the Happy Couple" in sharp, angular handwriting that screamed Victoria. Alexander had been the one to open it, his broad shoulders tensing as he sliced through the tape with a letter opener, his movements precise but edged with foreboding. I'd been pouring coffee, the rich aroma filling the penthouse, when he froze, the color draining from his face."Elena," he said, his voice a low warning, like thunder rumbling on the horizon. "Don't look."But of course, I did. Curiosity and dread propelled me forward, my mug forgotten on the counter as I peered over his shoulder. Inside were photos—grainy, but unmistakably me. Snapshots from a life I'd buried: me at 19, unaware in a college library, with a shadowy figure lurking in the back

Elena's POVDays continued to weave themselves into a tapestry of calm, each one a small gift after the chaos we'd endured. The lingering echo of that threatening text had faded with the arrest of Mark's associate—a pathetic wannabe who'd crumbled under interrogation, admitting he'd been paid a pittance to send the message as a final "favor" to his jailed buddy. No deeper conspiracy, no grand scheme. Just desperation from behind bars. Alexander's team had ensured the man would join his masters in a cell, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I woke without that knot of dread in my stomach.One bright mid-morning, I decided to visit Mom alone, giving Alexander time to tackle a stack of meetings downtown. The hospital had become less clinical in my mind—flowers from Alexander's endless deliveries brightened her room, and the nurses greeted me by name now, their smiles genuine. Mom was sitting up in bed when I arrived, flipping through a magazine, her color better than I'd s

Elena's POVI nodded, my body still thrumming with the lingering echoes of our office encounter, every nerve ending alive and sensitive, as if his touch had rewritten my skin into something that belonged solely to him. My legs felt faintly unsteady, a delicious weakness that made me lean into him as I laced my fingers with his strong, warm ones. The office air hung heavy around us, thick with the intoxicating scent of sex and raw satisfaction—our mingled arousal, sweat, and the faint trace of his cologne clinging to me like a second skin. It was our secret signature, marking the space as claimed.Alexander's touch was steady and grounding, his palm pressing possessively against the small of my back as he guided me out of the office. We passed his assistant's desk; she glanced up with a subtle, knowing smile that crinkled the corners of her eyes—professional discretion wrapped in quiet amusement—but Alexander didn't acknowledge it, his focus entirely on me, his stride confident and u