Semua Bab Bride For The Blind Don: Bab 181 - Bab 190

Zeden. I hate her.Everything about Skyla reeks of rot and cheap ambition. The way she smiles too sweetly, the way her eyes slide over everything like she’s already calculating what she can take. She doesn’t belong anywhere near this house, near Amber, near Zam, near the life I’ve carved out.Two days and I’m already fighting the urge to drag her out by her messy brown hair and dump her back on the street where she crawled from.Amber won’t listen. Of course she won’t. My wife has this soft, stubborn heart that keeps trying to see good in people who only know how to bite the hand that feeds them. I warned her. I fucking warned her. But here we are—Skyla sleeping under my roof, breathing my air, smiling at my wife like she didn’t once help sell her own sister off.I stood in the middle of the warehouse, arms crossed, watching my men seal boxes of product. At least I was supposed to be watching. My mind kept drifting back to the mansion, to the way Skyla had looked at me thi

Zeden. Amber pulled away from me so fast it was like my hands had suddenly burned her. One second she was melting under my mouth, the next she was stepping back, her spine stiff, arms wrapping around herself like she needed armor.“What’s the matter?” I asked, reaching for her again.She kept her back to me, shoulders tight. “I think I’d have to take the option you gave me before.”“What option?” I stepped closer, clamping my hands gently on her shoulder blades and pressing slow kisses along the curve of them. “And what exactly are you talking about?”Her voice came out small at first, then firmer. “I think Skyla has to leave.”I scoffed, genuine confusion scraping up my throat. “Why? You wanted her here so badly. Fought me tooth and nail over it. Now you’ve had a sudden change of heart?”She turned just enough for me to see the side of her face. “I just feel like she hasn’t changed at all. The other day she said something really mean to me while she was half-asleep… or pretending t

Amber. “Is Zeden going to come with us?” She turned around midway up the staircase, like it was the most important detail on her list.“No,” I answered, forcing the smallest, tightest smile. “He left very early this morning and he’ll be back late tonight. Why do you ask, sister?”All I wanted to do was slap her. Slap that innocent tone right off her face. Slap her for the way her eyes lit up at his name. Slap her for every short skirt, every lingering glance, every calculated “accidental” brush against him.“No, I just wanted to know,” she said lightly. “Well, I thought it’d be nice going together with him to see Mom.” She smiled like she was the wife excited for her husband to come home soon. “But anyway, I’ll dress quickly. I’m sure we’ll be back before he gets home, right?”“Yes, sister. I’m sure.”A few minutes later, after I’d quietly told the maids to start packing up Skyla’s things from the upstairs room she’d begged Zeden to let her have (and he had agreed, the bastard), I

Zeden. I took a few gulps of the milk a couple of minutes later. It was cold at first, then strangely warm as it slid down my throat. Before I knew it, I had finished the entire glass. The taste lingered—slightly sweeter than normal, but I didn’t think much of it at the time.Then the throbbing started.A dull, heavy pulse bloomed behind my eyes, spreading fast. My head felt too full, like something was pressing against the inside of my skull. I stood up quickly, intending to set the empty cup on the table, but my legs betrayed me. They felt weak, wobbly, like the bones had turned to rubber. Heat crawled up my throat and sank lower, spreading through my chest, my stomach, and straight into my groin. My cock twitched and began to harden rapidly, throbbing with an intensity that had nothing to do with the cigarette I’d just smoked.My vision blurred at the edges. The room tilted slightly.I lifted the cup to my nose and inhaled. The faint, chemical undertone hit me immedia

Amber. One of the staff brought a bucket of ice and filled the bathtub while I tried to keep everything under control. My hands were shaking so badly I almost dropped the towels twice. Even trying to set things up in the bathroom, I nearly fell over my own feet. The whole time, Zeden was crawling after me like a man possessed, grabbing at my legs every time I moved.When I went to the closet to grab a fresh set of clothes for him, he caught my ankle again, fingers digging in with desperate strength. At some point I almost laughed through the panic because he looked ridiculous—like a giant child begging for candy, or a starving dog that had finally caught the scent of meat and refused to let go.“Zeden… don’t make me fall, please,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.He managed to stand, wrapping his arms around me from behind in a grip that was far too aggressive for comfort. His mouth found my ear, kissing and licking up the side of my neck with hot, open-mouthed drags t