Semua Bab From My Ex's Betrayal To His Father's Bed: Bab 71 - Bab 80

JULIAI buried my face into the curve of his shoulder, letting the warmth of his chest press against my back. The bubbles surrounded us, a small island of heat and privacy in the vast, marble expanse of the bathroom. My hands fumbled at the water, sending ripples across the surface, though I couldn’t bring myself to stop leaning into him.“Marcus…” I whispered, voice small, almost guilty. “I… I don’t know what to do. I can’t go home like this. I don’t even know what he’s going to say…” My heart thudded painfully against my ribs, imagining my father’s wrath. The thought of his cold, sharp gaze made my stomach twist.“You don’t need to worry,” he murmured behind me, his chest pressing into my back, his arms sliding around my waist in a gentle, possessive hold. “I’ll help you. Whatever comes, I’ve got you.”I tilted my head back to rest against him, letting the tension seep out of my shoulders, letting the steady warmth of him calm the storm inside me. My hair stuck to my wet cheeks, the

JULIAMy phone buzzed on the nightstand, and my heart nearly jumped out of my chest. I picked it up with trembling hands, and there it was: a message from Marcus.‘Pack your things, you're going home with me.’My breath caught. My eyes widened as another message appeared almost immediately:‘Our home. The Lucchesi manor.’I looked up at Phoebe, my voice barely a whisper, heart hammering in my chest. "Help me pack my things… and come with me. We'll leave here."Phoebe’s eyes sparkled, a mixture of relief and excitement. She didn’t hesitate. She grabbed my bag while I threw my essentials inside, her presence comforting, steadying my panicked mind. My pulse raced at the thought—finally leaving this house, finally being away from the suffocating eyes of my father, Terra, and everyone who judged me.Just as I was zipping up the last suitcase, I grabbed Phoebe’s hand, ready to step out into freedom. But the front door swung open before we could move, and I froze.Terra and Livia stood in th

JULIAIt had been a week since… everything. A week since I’d left the DeCavalcante mansion behind and walked into the Lucchesi world, where I suddenly felt lighter, freer, and somehow… taken care of.I still couldn’t wrap my head around it. Marcus hadn’t asked me to come home or report to him constantly. He hadn’t even told my father to cut off my allowance or my school fees. Somehow, even under his control, I felt more independent than ever. My cheeks flushed with a warmth I couldn’t explain, part fear, part excitement, part… happiness.School felt different now. I moved through the hallways carefully, avoiding the usual traps of whispers and stares. When I saw Terra, her eyes darting around as if searching for me, I froze for a split second. I knew exactly what she wanted, confrontation, humiliation, trouble. But I shook my head and ran, gliding through the hallways expertly, keeping my heart calm and my face neutral. There was no way I’d give her the satisfaction.I ducked into the

JULIAThe morning of the dance audition arrived with a strange mix of excitement and nerves that made my stomach twist. My room felt brighter than usual, sunlight spilling over my things, yet I couldn’t shake the fluttering in my chest. Every little sound outside my window seemed magnified footsteps in the hall, the distant hum of students arriving for school.I tugged at my practice outfit, adjusting the straps nervously. Phoebe had insisted I wear something comfortable but flattering, and I’d followed her advice, hoping it wouldn’t make me look like a complete fool. The reflection in the mirror didn’t help calm my nerves; my hair was a little messy from sleep, my face a little flushed from worry, and yet… I felt a strange thrill. Today, someone would see me dancing, really see me, not just in my room, pretending, but for real.I grabbed my bag and slipped quietly out of the room, nodding to Phoebe as she walked beside me. She gave me an encouraging smile. “You’ll be fine. Just remem

JULIAI couldn’t believe what I had just witnessed. My heart was pounding so hard in my chest, I thought it would burst. Marcus… the way he had stood there, his dark eyes cutting into Nero like a knife, and the words he had used, it was terrifying and exhilarating all at once.I sank back against the wall, feeling my knees weaken as the remnants of shock collided with a warmth that spread through my chest. He… he protected me. Not just physically, but with every ounce of his presence, every deliberate word, every calculated move.And yet, my mind refused to stay calm. I couldn’t stop thinking about Nero. About how he had looked, his anger, his confusion, the way he had stepped back, swallowing his frustration and—something else. Desire? Jealousy? I didn’t know. All I knew was that the storm he carried, even after all this time, still affected me. And now, after seeing Marcus confront him… I felt something shift deep inside me.Marcus turned to me then, his gaze softening just slightly