บททั้งหมดของ CAPTIVATED BY HIS DARK DESIRES : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

CHAPTER 42The office felt heavier these days.For two days straight, Alyssa tried everything to get through to Eva. Calls went unanswered. Texts stayed unopened. Even at work, she caught herself glancing at Eva’s desk, half hoping to find her there, ready with that warm smile. But Eva was gone — or pretending to be.Each failed attempt gnawed at Alyssa’s nerves, filling her with a restless unease she couldn’t shake.On top of that, Kimberly’s relentless presence made the hours drag.From the moment Alyssa arrived, Kimberly had pounced like a shadow.“Did you finish the Peterson file? It was due yesterday.” Kimberly snapped without looking up.“I… I was waiting on the last details from marketing.” Alyssa replied cautiously.“Excuses don’t get reports done.” Kimberly hissed, leaning over Alyssa’s desk, eyes sharp as knives. “You’re already behind. Don’t make me remind you again.” then she walked out.

The morning light filtered through the window, casting soft shadows across the couch where Alyssa and Eva sat together. Steam rose from their lattes. Alyssa took a deep breath, folded her fingers around her cup. “Eva… you don’t have to go anywhere today. I just—” Her voice broke. “I want to understand what happened between you and Matt. I had thought you both had a real thing going on.”Eva’s gaze dropped to her own hands. For a moment, silence stretched, heavy and fragile. Then she met Alyssa’s eyes, and something raw flickered behind her carefully maintained calm. “we did.” she said softly. “I’ll tell you.”Alyssa leaned in. “I’m listening.”Eva swallowed, her shoulders trembling. “Matt and I… we truly loved each other. We were young—yes—but what we had felt real.” Her voice cracked. A single tear trailed down her cheek.“But my parents… they would never accept him. He wasn’t rich. He wasn’t from a family of status.

CHAPTER 46The quiet hum of the night settled around them like a heavy, calming blanket. The storm outside had passed, leaving only the occasional patter of water dripping from the roof. Inside the room, all was still, except for the slow, steady rise and fall of Rylan’s chest beneath Alyssa’s cheek.Both naked under the sheet, they surely couldn't Ignore the spark that comes with it. It felt wrong and at same time, also so right.She lay curled against him, one arm draped lightly over his torso, her fingertips resting just above his heart. Its rhythm was strong… but erratic, like it wasn’t used to being heard.Rylan’s hand moved slowly across her back in gentle, absentminded strokes, his touch calming her even more than the silence. For the first time in a long while, Alyssa felt safe.But she also knew… this was the calm before a storm.“So would you tell me now?” she murmured, her voice soft against his skin."Whateve

CHAPTER 48Later, Alyssa sat in her office, the late afternoon sun filtering through the blinds casting long shadows. Kimberly’s presence was suffocating yet electrifying. The first interactions were strained; Kimberly barely hid her disdain. Alyssa maintained calm, determined to rise above the petty wars.Meanwhile, whispers about the new dynamic spread throughout the company. Some admired Alyssa’s courage, others doubted Kimberly’s ability to swallow her pride.But the most complicated part was the undercurrent between Alyssa and Rylan. The tension between them was undeniable, a simmering fire beneath every glance, every brush of hands. Whenever they were alone, Alyssa would call him “Dominic”—a name only they shared, laden with intimacy and secrets. Each utterance seemed to light a spark in his eyes, making him both more vulnerable and more commanding.As the evening draws, the office emptied. Rylan appeared at Alyssa’s door. His usual cold dem

CHAPTER 51*Alyssa’s POV*The air thickened like fog in my lungs. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t blink. Couldn’t breathe. I can't let any of these things break me. Not now, not ever. No matter how hard it could be, I still have to keep pushing on.Marcus’s expression morphed slowly—from confusion, to realization, to heartbreak. I saw it all flicker in his eyes like a silent storm. And then came the hurt.“You’re his?” he said, almost like the words tasted like betrayal on his tongue.“I—Marcus, it’s not like that,” I finally managed, my voice hoarse. “It’s complicated—”“Is it?” His tone cut sharp. “Because from where I’m standing, it looks pretty damn clear.”Rylan stepped forward, his hand brushing lightly over the small of my back, possessive and deliberate. “You came here uninvited, cousin. I suggest you leave.”Marcus’s jaw tensed. “She’s not something you can own, Rylan.”“She isn’t something