Semua Bab From My Ex's Betrayal To His Father's Bed: Bab 61 - Bab 70

JULIA I didn’t realize I’d been holding my breath until the car finally slowed to a full stop in front of the DeCavalcante mansion. My heart was still thudding from everything that happened earlier, the kiss, the way he’d pulled me onto his lap, the feeling of his hands gripping my waist like I was something delicate and dangerous at the same time.It felt unreal.Too unreal.The engine went quiet.Marcus didn’t say anything at first. He just sat there, breathing steadily, like nothing happened… like he didn’t just make my entire body shake minutes ago.Before I could even reach for the handle, he stepped out of the car. My eyes widened as he circled around, each step slow and controlled. Of course he’d do this. Of course he’d act like a gentleman right after turning into something else entirely.He opened the door for me, one hand on the top of the frame so I wouldn’t hit my head.“Come on,” he murmured.His voice was too deep. Too calm. Too unfair.I swallowed and stepped out, hugg

TERRAI stormed through the Lucchesi mansion corridors, my silk slippers barely touching the marble floors. My father’s office was the first place I needed to be. I had to act concerned, distressed, but still polished. If I didn’t get to him fast, the rumors. Julia, Marcus, and whatever game they were playing would take root before I could even speak.“Terra, what brings you here?” His voice was calm, measured, yet I could hear the slight edge of curiosity in it.“Daddy, I’m so worried!” I practically collapsed into the room, leaning against the polished desk, pretending to tremble with outrage. “It’s Julia… and Marcus!”He raised an eyebrow, folding his hands neatly in front of him. “Go on.”I swallowed, keeping my voice high-pitched, delicate, like I was about to cry. “You won’t believe it! She… she was dropped off from school… by Marcus!”He blinked, but didn’t interrupt. Perfect. I could control the story. “And, Daddy, it’s not just that. It’s not even just her being with him in t

MARCUSThe sharp scent of rubbing alcohol stung my nostrils as I poured it over my hands, scrubbing with deliberate care. The kitchen tiles gleamed beneath the fluorescent light, and yet nothing could wash away the tension thrumming through my chest.The world outside was quiet, too quiet, but my instincts screamed at me that silence never lasted long. It never had, not with Julia and the chaos surrounding her. Not when my family, both by blood and by arrangement was involved.A low whisper came from the shadows of the hall. I didn’t need to turn. My hands paused mid-scrub, the scent of alcohol sharp in my nose.“She’s awake, sir.”The voice was tense, careful. A male servant from the DeCavalcante mansion, one of Terra’s own, had been sent to watch, to report. I didn’t need to see his face to know he was afraid. Everyone was afraid. That fear was useful.“What did you learn?” I asked, my voice calm, deceptively calm.The servant swallowed audibly, leaning closer. “Miss Julia… she retu

NEROThe whispers had been floating around the mansion all day, curling through corridors and settling in every corner like smoke. At first, I tried to ignore them, tried to tell myself that people talked too much, that rumors were always blown out of proportion. But today… today was different.Every servant I passed, every glance that lingered just a second too long, every hushed conversation behind closed doors. It all pointed to the same thing. Julia. Marcus. And that damned jacket.I clenched my fists so tight my knuckles turned white. My chest felt like it had been caged in iron. I wanted to roar, to smash something, to make the entire mansion tremble under my anger. I had been patient, calm, collecting every scrap of evidence, holding my temper. But today, that patience snapped.I grabbed my coat and stormed out, intent on getting some air, some space to think—or maybe just space to punch something until my own hands were bleeding.The cold hit me as I stepped outside, but it di

MARCUSThe office was dim, the blinds pulled halfway down so the last rays of sunlight barely kissed the polished mahogany floors. The silence was almost oppressive, broken only by the faint hum of the air conditioner. I leaned against my desk for a moment, hands gripping the edges, feeling the tension coil in my chest. My thoughts were simple, singular, and terrifying in their clarity: she belonged to me.And yet… Nero.The sight of him outside the mansion, the sharp jealousy in his eyes when he caught even a glimpse of her with me. Iit hadn’t escaped me. I knew from the beginning how much she had meant to him, how much she still lingered in his mind. And for a fleeting second, I allowed that truth to pierce me, to remind me that this wasn’t simple. But then I remembered: she was in my arms now. And as long as she was here, I could decide her fate, her feelings, her heart.The office door closed with a soft click behind her. I didn’t ask her to come in—she always obeyed without hesit