All Chapters of Craving my mother's Hot Fiancé : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Sophia’s POVI leaned in closer, my lips touching his ear seductively.“Come home, Gavin,” I whispered. “Come home to me. To us. To where you belong.”“The both of you absolutely irritate me.”Gavin’s voice cut through the music like a blade. He reached for his water glass, lifting it to his lips in a way that made my skin prickle. He took a sip, set it down, and the cup made barely a sound against the table.Everything about him was calm and controlled, like a coiled spring waiting for the perfect moment to release.“And you keep pushing me to the wall again and again.”Giovanni shifted beside me, his rings catching the dim light as he swirled his brandy. He was smiling, but I could see the tension in his jaw. He thought he had the upper hand here. We both did.We were wrong.Gavin placed his palm over his face, rubbing his temples like we were giving him a headache. For a moment, just a moment, I thought maybe we were getting through to him. That the pressure was finally showing cra

Mr. Martinez’s POVThe slap echoed through the master bedroom like a gunshot.Maria’s head snapped to the side, her hand flying to her reddening cheek as she stumbled backward against the vanity.“Where is she?” I roared, my hand still raised. “Your brat of a daughter…does she want us all ruined? Does she understand what she’s done?”“Ricardo, please…” Maria’s voice trembled, tears already streaming down her face.“I thought you said she was in check!” I grabbed a crystal vase from the dresser and hurled it against the wall. It shattered with a satisfying crash. “I thought you told me Aria understood her responsibilities!”“I thought so too,” Maria sobbed, pressing herself against the vanity. “I even set guards at the door. I watched her myself. I…I don’t know how she escaped.”“Can’t you track her?” I demanded. “Her phone? Her credit cards? Something?”“I tried!” Maria’s voice rose in desperation. “Her phone is off. The credit card we gave her has been blocked since she tried to use

Melissa’s POVGavin carried me to his bed and set me down gently on the soft sheets. Then he climbed in beside me, pulling me against his side and tucking me close like I was something precious that needed protecting.We lay there in silence for a while. Just breathing and existing together in the darkness.His hand moved slowly up and down my spine. In a soothing way.“Is something the matter?” he asked finally, his vouce was low in the dark room.I nodded against his chest. Yes. Everything. Nothing. I didn’t know how to explain the dream, the fear, the guilt that never really left me.“Do you want to tell me?”I turned fast and buried my face deeper into his neck, pressing myself as close as I could get. Like if I could just disappear into him, the nightmares couldn’t find me anymore.I don’t know if it’s something about his voice but I started crying even harder than when I was alone. An ugly crying that made my whole body shake.Gavin didn’t tell me to stop. He didn’t ask me to ex

Third person povDiana walked through the dimly lit hallway, the wall was lined with abstract art. Everything about this place screams excess power and wealth. She’d been here before. Knew exactly what to expect.The double doors at the end of the hall were already open, she could hear the jazz music through the door already. Diana paused at the door, letting her eyes adjust to the light. As someone who’d learned long ago that survival meant reading a room before you entered it.The office…if you could call it that…was more like a private lounge. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city skyline, the lights below glittering like fallen stars. Leather furniture, a bar stocked with expensive wine bottles, and in the center of it all, a massive desk of dark wood that looked like it had been carved from a single tree.And behind that desk sat Vlad Voss.He hadn’t noticed her yet. He was otherwise occupied.A young woman…barely twenty, if that…was draped across his lap, her body moving

Gavin’s POVSmoke hung thick in Volkov’s office. He sat behind his desk, with another cigarette burning between his fingers. The room stank of tobacco and old leather.I watched him through the haze of smoke. His hair was now silver. With lines carved deep into weathered skin. For his age his hands should shake but they didn’t.“I knew you would come sooner,” he said, stubbing out the cigarette. His accent wrapped around each word. “Or later. But I knew.”He lit another immediately. The gold lighter clicked shut.“So tell me, why are you here, Gavin Cross?”I said nothing.“I heard what you did to Giovanni.” Volkov exhaled smoke toward the ceiling. “Very much your style. To quietly destroy everything in your path.”His eyes shifted left. “And the infamous Kane Rivers. I thought you went under the radar. How long has it been since I saw you two together?”“Seven years,” Kane said from the shadows.Volkov laughed. “Time flies when you’re busy, yes? Building empires. Destroying others.”