Semua Bab Scandal and Seduction : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Elena’s POVI swallowed hard, my throat dry as dust. Why? Why was everything happening on the same night? One thing after another, like I’d stepped into a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from.“Andrew, where are you?” I whispered under my breath, stepping backward until the back of my knee brushed against the bed.Marley smirked as he closed the gap between us. His voice came low, taunting, like he was savoring my fear. “Andrew isn’t here to save you. So why don’t we just have a little fun, hmm? No one has to know. We can both pretend like nothing happened. How about that, little doll?”My stomach twisted.“Don’t touch me,” I snapped, though my voice trembled. I racked my brain for the right words, something, anything, that would make him stop. “Andrew’s your friend. I’m his wife. You can’t do this.”His smirk deepened. “Oh yes, I can.” He unbuckled his belt slowly, letting the leather slip through his fingers with a snap. My blood ran cold. Then he pulled down his zipper and revealed hi

Elena’s POVI woke up to a splitting headache—the kind that made every throb of my pulse echo like a drum behind my eyes. A low groan escaped me as I clutched my head, squeezing my face tight against the pain while I tried to sit up.The curtains were only half drawn, yet the sunlight spilling into the room stabbed at my eyes like knives. It was too bright, too harsh. That wasn’t morning light—it looked like midday already.“How long have I been out?” I muttered to myself, my voice rough and scratchy.I shifted, and that’s when I noticed him. Andrew. Lying right beside me.His head rested against the pillow, lips parted slightly, his breathing steady and calm. For the first time since I’d met him, he didn’t look cold or commanding. He looked… human. Peaceful. Almost boyish in sleep.And then, like a cruel reminder, last night’s memories crashed back.Marley’s hand gripping me. His voice dripping poison. The sound of his belt sliding loose. The fear that had clawed down my throat when

Elena’s POV“Sir…” I whispered as he finally turned to face me. A flicker of smile tugged at his lips as he stared at me.“You came on time,” I said, forcing my voice to stay steady while my eyes lingered on his face. “I was just about to pick something to wear.”Without replying, he stepped inside, his sharp gaze sweeping across my living room. He looked around like the walls offended him, his brows furrowed in clear disapproval.“You live here?” he asked, his tone flat, making no attempt to mask the distaste in his voice.“Yes,” I answered, following his gaze nervously. “It’s… what I can afford.”“Well,” he said casually, slipping one hand into his pocket, “you’ll soon move out of this rathole.”I froze. My lips parted slightly. Did he just call my house a rathole?Folding my arms, I pasted on a fake smile refusing to let his words rattle me. Typical rich arrogance “Please, sit.” I gestured toward the couch, hoping to brush off the insult.He raised his hand dismissively. “No need.

Elena's POVI had been inside the room for what looked like hours. If hours had passed, I had no idea. I wasn’t even with my phone, and the air in the room pressed down on me, thick and stale, every breath a struggle. My chest heaved, gasping like no matter how much I inhaled, it was never enough. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking, and I hugged my knees tighter, rocking slightly, fighting the rising panic.But who would do this to me? Was it Matthew? Had he seen me walk in with Andrew? The silence gnawed at me. The room was so secluded, tucked away from the bright sides of the building, it was like the world had forgotten I was even here. No one would ever think to look for me in such an odd, abandoned space.When the door suddenly sprang open, I flinched, my heart leaping into my throat. Light spilled in, and my eyes shot up to the figure at the doorway. It was Andrew. He didn’t speak at first. He just let out a shaky breath, the tension easing from his face as his eyes softened on me.

Elena’s POVThe woman didn’t announce herself. She swept into the room like she owned it, her perfume trailing before her, and went straight to Matthew. Without hesitation, she kissed his cheek, then moved on to Roxie and did the same.The room turned heavy with silence. I sneaked a glance at Mrs. Blake. Her lips pressed into a thin line and her narrowed eyes aimed at the intruder. From the looks of it, I didn’t need to be told she was Matthew’s mother.So if Andrew's mother was the real wife to Mr. Blake, then who was Matthew's mother? Was she the mistress? No one knew that Andrew and Matthew weren't from the same mother. This was really hot gossip if the news ever spilled out to the media.Finally, her attention shifted to Andrew, who was still standing stiff by his chair, glaring at her “You should sit down,” she said smoothly, as though her arrival hadn’t just split the room in two. “I came to join the celebration.”“What celebration?” Mrs. Blake’s snapped sharply“My son’s get