All Chapters of From My Ex's Betrayal To His Father's Bed: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

JULIAThe jewelry mall sparkled so much it almost hurt to look at.Rows of glass cabinets gleamed with necklaces, rings, and bracelets under bright lights. Everything was shining, glittering, and expensive—like stepping into another world.I suggested this place without thinking. It just came out of my mouth when Marcus asked, and before I knew it, we were already here.Now, walking beside him felt unreal.It was like I was floating through a dream. Or maybe a nightmare. I wasn’t sure anymore.Every step echoed against the polished floor. My reflection followed me in every glass surface—same face, same hair, but my eyes looked different. Nervous.I tried to act normal. Really, I did.But every time I thought about that kiss earlier, my face burned. My heart had been pounding since the car ride, and I still couldn’t figure out what just happened.I’d never been kissed like that before.Never even imagined it would be Marcus Lucchesi of all people.Nero’s father.My ex-boyfriend’s fathe

JULIAThe drive back to the mansion was a suffocating silence, broken only by the hum of the engine and the whisper of the air conditioning. Marcus had bought a pair of earrings earlier. Blue diamonds. They sat nestled in a velvet box on the console, daring me to look. Why blue? Why so dark?Tarlac blurred past the window, familiar landmarks offering a sliver of comfort. At least he's not taking me somewhere else. Somewhere I can't escape.I swallowed, forcing the words past the lump in my throat. "I-I... I know it's too easy to play with me..." My gaze flickered to his, then away, shame burning in my chest. "You can play with me however you want... just like Nero did." God, I hate myself for saying this. My voice trembled. "But, I beg you, please don't tell anyone about what happened between us. And I'll... I'll do whatever you want."The words hung in the air, a desperate offering. My life for your silence.His expression shifted, surprise flickering across his features before settl

TERRAWe arrived at the mansion late at night.The ride home had been long, full of Mommy’s chatter and Tiberius’s silence. She wouldn’t stop talking about the dinner, who looked older, who gained weight, who wore a hideous gown. I half-listened, pretending to laugh where appropriate, while Tiberius scrolled through his phone like we weren’t even there.Then, as the car turned into the driveway, I caught sight of another vehicle pulling up beside ours.A black car. Sleek, tinted, familiar.My stomach dropped.Marcus Lucchesi’s car.Mommy noticed too. “That’s the Lucchesi car,” she said, squinting. “At this hour?”Before I could answer, the passenger door opened.And out stepped Julia.Julia.For a second, I thought I was hallucinating. That timid little stray girl stepping out of his car? Impossible.But it was her. Clutching her bag tight to her chest, hair a mess, face downcast like she’d been caught doing something shameful.Then the driver’s door opened, and Marcus got out.Tall.

JULIASleep wouldn’t come.I’d been staring at the ceiling for hours, listening to the faint hum of the air conditioner and the ticking clock on the wall. The shadows in my room stretched long, moving whenever the wind brushed the curtains.Phoebe was snoring softly on the couch, one leg dangling off, her blanket twisted around her like a cocoon. Her soft little snores came in steady intervals, like a sleepy cat’s purr.I envied her.I turned on my side and reached for my phone again. Nothing. No new messages.My chest tightened. Why was I even waiting?I pressed the phone against my pillow and exhaled, long and shaky. It was ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. After everything that happened, after what he said, after the way he looked at me, I should be angry. Terrified, even.But all I felt was this strange, aching pull I didn’t understand.The silence from his side was unbearable.My mind kept replaying the car ride. His eyes on me. His voice when he said those words.Be my girlfrie

JULIAThe garden was quiet, almost unnaturally so. The sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled patterns across the stone path, but the warmth did nothing to calm the storm inside me. My heart felt like it had been packed too tightly in my chest, and every step toward the center made it pound faster.I hadn’t wanted to come, yet here I was. Marcus had asked. No—he had commanded. I shook my head, trying to clear the dizzying mix of fear and anticipation.The moment I spotted him, leaning casually against the fountain, everything tightened in my stomach. He looked effortless, like he belonged here more than anyone else, and of course, like he was deliberately waiting for me to notice. My palms went clammy, and I realized I had been holding my breath.“Julia,” he said, his voice low, calm, but somehow charged with intention. I could feel it vibrating through me, the kind of voice that made it impossible to think rationally.I stopped a few steps away, clutching my bag nervou