All Chapters of CAPTIVATED BY HIS DARK DESIRES : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

CHAPTER 50Kimberly’s smile was brittle, but her eyes burned with a cold fire. Being demoted under Alyssa’s leadership was a bitter pill she refused to swallow quietly. Every day, her resentment grew like a poison spreading through her veins.She started small—deliberate misfilings, subtle misinformation in emails, and missing deadlines that only she could explain away. But these minor acts were just the beginning.It was morning. Alyssa arrived at the office to find a crucial client presentation folder missing from her desk. Panic fluttered in her chest—this presentation could make or break the deal. She searched frantically, retracing her steps, but the folder was nowhere to be found.Kimberly appeared at her side, feigning concern. “Are you okay? That’s terrible… maybe you misplaced it?”Alyssa nodded but the unease settled deep in her gut.Days later, a confidential email intended for Alyssa accidentally got forwarded to a co

CHAPTER 53*Alyssa’s POV*The city lights outside Marcus’s penthouse were a steady hum, like distant stars trapped behind glass. It was late—far later than I’d ever imagined being here, in this life so close to his. He closed the door behind us, the soft click echoing in the stillness of the living room. The air was cool from the air‑conditioning, but beneath it I felt a storm.He set down his coat, and I watched every movement—his broad shoulders, the subtle crease in his suit, the way the cufflinks glinted under the chandelier light. He met my eyes, his gaze warm and open and completely unexpected.“Sit down.” he said gently.We sank into the plush sofa facing each other. I could smell the faint scent of his cologne, cedar and something sweet—comfortable, grounding. My heart pounded. My fingers fiddled with the edge of my dress, the satin shimmering faintly.He studied me. “You’ve seemed distant tonight. I can feel it.”

CHAPTER 55The grand hall shimmered under a sea of crystal chandeliers, their light dancing off the polished marble floors and gilded walls. Tonight was supposed to be a celebration of unity—a gathering of the Lezandro and Milano families, tied together by marriage, blood, and business alliances. Yet beneath the glittering surface, old wounds festered, and grudges whispered like ghosts in every corner.Alyssa entered the room on Marcus’s arm, her emerald-green gown flowing like liquid silk, hugging her slender frame and highlighting her graceful neck. The deep V neckline balanced tastefully with long, sheer sleeves embroidered with delicate patterns that caught the light with every subtle movement. Her dark hair was styled in soft waves pinned loosely to one side, and her makeup was flawless yet understated—deep plum lips and smoky eyes that shimmered with hidden strength and vulnerability.She felt the weight of countless eyes—curious, calculating, and no

CHAPTER 57Alyssa stared at the photo in her hand—one Amelia had snapped earlier of Samantha playing by the garden. Her daughter’s soft golden hair shimmered under the sun, falling in loose curls around her shoulders. But it wasn’t just the hair. It was the curve of her chin. The arch of her brow. The way her smile tilted slightly to the left.Something about it stirred unease deep in Alyssa’s chest.Amelia, who has just arrived for a few days to pick up somethings was stairing at her in curiosity.“I just… I don’t get it,” she murmured, voice barely above a whisper. “Marcus said something strange last night. About knowing what I went through in school.”Amelia, sitting beside her, frowned. “What do you mean strange?”Alyssa swallowed hard. “He said... he knew about what happened to me back then. The assault.”Amelia’s eyes widened. “But, you never told him, did you?”“No,” Alyssa whispered. “I never told anyone

CHAPTER 59 *Alyssa’s POV*The early morning air felt crisp as the car pulled away from my apartment. Dawn was still stretching her fingers across the skyline, the city lights blinking out one by one. My suitcase sat in the backseat, wheels spinning quietly on the leather floor. I sat beside Marcus’s goodbye text in my pocket: Be safe. I had sent one back: I will be. But the quiet hum of the engine didn’t calm me. Not entirely.I was headed out of the city with Rylan Russo, my boss, the mafia heir, the man whose world I only glimpsed in flashes of glances and tension. The trip was framed as corporate: a key client in a neighboring country, meetings, dinners, the familiar shutter‑click of business suits. But lately nothing that involved him felt normal.Rylan’s driver dropped us at the private terminal of the airport. The building was sleek glass and steel, everything polished and exact. Rylan stepped out first, adjust