جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 30

Arlari’s POV The moment the knock sounded. Sharp, fast, and urgent, everything froze. Severiano’s body went still behind me. The tension in the room snapped like a rope pulled too tight. He didn’t speak at first. He only exhaled slowly, like someone already annoyed by whatever waited outside the door. Then he stepped back. The loss of his warmth hit me immediately. My breathing came hard and uneven. My body still trembled from everything he had stirred up inside me, but he was already moving away. “Stay here,” he said, voice flat, controlled. He buttoned his shirt quickly, each movement efficient and clean. No emotion showed on his face now. Not desire. Not anger. Nothing. It was as if he had flipped a switch and transformed into someone else. He didn’t even look at me again before he walked to the door. He touched the panel, unlocked it, slipped out, and shut it behind him. He left me alone. For a long moment, I stayed where I was, my hands still tied, my body still buzzing w

Arlari's POVI quickly gulped down the remnants of my breakfast and hurried upstairs, each step thudding with my racing heartbeat.I wanted him to punish me. I wanted to feel the heat, the thrill, and worst, I didn't believe those test results I saw. I would still hang on to my hope of getting pregnant for him.But something bothered me. The look in his eyes.It was nothing I had seen before, not since I signed the contract a month ago.His eyes were filled with fury. Like someone who hated to be challenged.I turned his doorknob and walked in. My jaw dropped instantly. The beautiful bookshelf I had seen was an entrance to a secret room.It was wide ajar, the bookshelf pushed to the side.“In here," he called out, his voice devoid of emotion.I took slow, hesitant, calculative steps forward and entered.I couldn't believe this kind of room existed in this mansion. A playroom.I expected it, given the fact that he's a dominant, but I just hadn't seen any room that I suspected to be i

Arlari's POV When I finally made it to his study, the lights were dimmed. The air carried that cold, metallic weight unique to this room, like even oxygen had to behave in Severiano’s presence. The man himself didn’t look up. He sat behind his desk, one hand on the mouse, the other resting on top of a neat stack of hardbound files, each aligned with surgical precision. The whole space made my lungs feel smaller, as though breathing required permission. “Close the door,” he said without sparing me a glance. His voice didn’t need to rise to exert authority, it simply existed, and everything around it obeyed. I closed the door softly, like even the sound might offend him, and stepped farther in. He gestured toward the chair across from him. “Sit.” I lowered myself into the seat carefully. My skin still aches from earlier. Every wrong movement awakened the lines of his discipline across my body, reminders of the thin threads I was walking on. But his expression now was different, not

Arlari's POV I didn’t even reach my room before I felt it. That prickling sense is crawling up the back of my neck. He was watching me. Of course he was. The mansion had cameras everywhere, but Severiano never needed them. He had this strange ability, like he always knew where I was. Like the walls whispered to him every time I breathed. Still, I pretended nothing was wrong. Pretended my hands weren’t shaking. Pretended I wasn’t one weak breath away from falling apart completely. When I closed my bedroom door, the silence hit me so hard it almost hurt. I dropped the bags on the bed, and everything spilled out. Silk, lace, small bottles, fancy jars, little things that promised beauty, or courage, or maybe just the lies I needed. For a moment, I just stood there. My chest rose and fell. I let the whole day crash into me. The night. The decision. The card. His voice. You will be punished. Yeah. That one echoed the loudest. Heat curled low inside me. I hated it. I hated how fast

Arlari's POVThe knock hit the door like a blade.Everything inside me went still.Severiano’s hand was still on my waist, his fingers were warm through the silk. His breath was still brushing my lips. His eyes were still dark like they wanted to claim every inch of me.But then his jaw locked. Just one small movement, and the whole mood in the room changed.The air felt colder. Thinner. Like someone had opened a window to winter.He looked at the door. Not even at me anymore.Another knock.“Boss. We have a problem.”The voice sounded tense. Like the man wished he didn’t have to speak.I swallowed. Slowly. My robe was still loose around me, slipping down my arms like it wanted to fall completely.Severiano stepped back from me in one clean, controlled motion.Not fast. Not surprised.Just controlled. Always controlled.He gave me one look. A warning. Then he spoke, voice cold.“Stay here.”Then he opened the door. Only a crack. Enough to talk. Not enough for anyone to see me behind h