Semua Bab From My Ex's Betrayal To His Father's Bed: Bab 1 - Bab 10

JULIASilence stretched between us.Marcus froze beneath the kiss, his body was stiff and his glass still clutched in his hand. When I pulled back, my breath came out shaky. His eyes narrowed, not with anger or disgust, but with something else entirely, with a darkness I couldn’t name.His lips parted slowly, like he couldn’t quite believe what I’d done. Then, a low laugh rumbled from his chest as if rough and amused.“You…” his gaze swept over me, from my trembling hands to my tear-bright eyes. “Did you really just kiss me?”I swallowed hard and couldn’t find the right words to answer him. My knees threatened to buckle.He leaned closer, tilting his head as though trying to study me from a new angle. He really looked entertained now.“I-I told you I’m not jealous!” I blurted out without thinking.“Heh. You surprise me, princess,” Marcus said, his voice was low and sharp. “I thought you’d be obedient, quiet… but you…” his lips curved slowly. “…you’ve got fire tucked beneath all that t

JULIAThe first thing I felt when consciousness dragged me back was pain. A deep, throbbing ache between my thighs that made me wince before I even opened my eyes. My body was heavy, sore, every inch of me weighed down by exhaustion.I stirred, the sheets soft beneath my fingers, and confusion clouded me. Where was I? This wasn’t my room at home. The air smelled faintly of leather and smoke, not the lavender that Livia insisted on having in every corner of the mansion.My lashes fluttered open. Pale morning light seeped through the hotel curtains, and then memory crashed into me.The ballroom. Terra and Nero. The whiskey. Marcus.Heat shot through me so violently I curled tighter under the blanket, clutching it to my chest.And that was when the bathroom door opened.Steam rolled out in a slow wave, carrying with it the sharp scent of soap. Marcus stepped into the room with only a towel slung low around his hips, his hair damp, droplets sliding down the broad planes of his chest.My

JULIAA soft knock came, but before I could even answer, the door creaked open.“Julia!”Phoebe’s voice rang through the room, bright as always, too bright for this house. She barged in without hesitation, curls bouncing, carrying something in both hands like she’d just rescued it from a fire.A small velvet box. Deep red. Glittering under the morning light.I didn’t move. I was half-lying on my bed, my back flat, eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. My long legs stretched across the sheets, one bent, the other dangling off the edge.After last night, I didn’t have the strength for much else.Phoebe, of course, didn’t know anything about what happened.No one should know about that secret of mine.“You won’t believe what I found!” she said, holding up the box proudly. “It was right by your door this morning!”I blinked lazily. “Why haven’t you burned it yet?”Her mouth dropped open. “Burn it? Julia! Look at it! It’s velvet! And it’s shiny! Who burns something this pretty?”“I do,” I sa

JULIAThe thought made my stomach twist.Mom sighed heavily, lowering the phone back onto the table. “Fine. But only because you asked me to.”“Thank you,” I murmured, sitting back down.She looked at me for a long moment before brushing her hand over my hair again. “You’re trembling,” she said softly.I forced a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “Just tired.”Mom nodded slowly, though her eyes said she didn’t quite believe me. She fanned herself again, muttering something under her breath about men and pride and foolish decisions.Phoebe busied herself with straightening the cushions, sneaking little glances at me as if making sure I wouldn’t burst into tears.But I didn’t cry. I couldn’t.All I could think about was Marcus.His letter. It bothered me so much.Mom’s voice broke through again, softer this time. “You’ll stay for a while, won’t you?”I opened my mouth to answer. “Can I?”She smiled. “Of course. It has been a while, baby.”***I couldn’t sleep.The clock on the wall kept

JULIAI still couldn’t believe what just happened.One moment I was standing in Father’s office, and the next, I was sitting inside Marcus’s car.The door had closed behind me before I even had the courage to speak.Now the world outside rolled by in silence, the tinted windows hiding whoever was driving. I couldn’t see anything from the front seat, only the faint reflection of my own face on the glass and the passing blur of the city beyond.My hands rested stiffly on my lap. My heart wouldn’t calm down.Marcus sat beside me, far too close, the faint smell of his cologne filling the space. I didn’t dare look at him. Not even from the corner of my eye.If I don’t see him, maybe he won’t see me either.That was the thought running in circles inside my head, as if pretending could make him disappear.But of course, it didn’t.Because the next thing I knew, his hand caught my wrist.“Wha—”Before I could finish, he pulled me toward him. His movements were quick, almost careless, and then