บททั้งหมดของ Dominated By Him: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Sophia’s POV"You are mine, Isabella," he repeated, his voice dropping to a low, possessive rumble that vibrated in my chest. "Don't ever forget who owns the ground you walk on."I felt a shiver run down my spine—half fear, half an involuntary, traitorous heat. The suspicion I had felt only moments ago, watching him navigate the hallway with impossible precision, was momentarily eclipsed by the sheer force of his proximity."Vito, you're drunk," I whispered, though my voice lacked conviction. I reached out, my hand trembling as I waved it slowly in front of his face, testing the void, searching for a blink, a flinch, anything to confirm the lie I now suspected.Before my hand could clear his field of vision, his fingers snapped shut around my wrist like a steel trap. With a sudden, violent grace, he jerked my arm, pulling me forward. I gasped as I lost my balance, tumbling onto his lap. The leather of his wheelchair groaned under our combin

Sophia POVThe silence that followed Vito’s sudden departure from the lobby was more deafening than the accusations that had just been hurled at me. He hadn't explained his sudden defense, and I hadn't dared to push for one. I made it to our bedroom. I didn’t turn on the lamps. The pale New York moonlight bled through the sheer curtains, casting long, skeletal shadows across the silk sheets. I climbed onto the bed, not to sleep, but to hide. Propped up against the tufted velvet headboard, I stared into the darkness, but all I could see were the memories of the last few months, replaying with a terrifying new clarity.The signs had been there all along. I had been a medical student; I should have seen the physiological impossibilities. I thought of the hospital—the way he navigated the cluttered VIP wing with a grace that surpassed mere muscle memory. He never bumped into a misplaced cart; he never hesitated when a nurse stepped into his path. At the time, I’d told myself his other se

Sophia POVThe morning sun crept through the heavy velvet curtains of the master suite, casting long, accusing fingers of light across the rumpled silk sheets. I stirred, my body feeling heavy and strangely sensitive, a lingering echo of the night before.I had fallen asleep in a state of exhausted, shameful bliss, the peak of my own frantic self-touching finally pushing me over the edge into a dreamless void. But the release hadn't brought clarity. As I sat up, the memory of my own body betraying its secrets in the dark—under the potential gaze of a man who could see—made my skin prickle with a fresh wave of heat.Vito’s side of the bed was cold. Empty.A sharp breath of relief escaped my lips. I wasn't ready to face him. I wasn't ready to look into those dark, enigmatic eyes and wonder if they were tracking the pulse at the base of my throat or the lingering flush on my thighs. I couldn't tell anyone about my discovery. If Vito was faking his blindness, it wasn't just a personal dec

Sophia POV"You're sending me away?" I repeated, my voice barely more than a broken whisper. The words tasted like ash in my mouth. "Just like that? One suitcase, a change of scenery, and I’m supposed to pretend the last few months never happened?"His jaw was set in that rigid, marble-hard line I had learned to fear and, god help me, to desire. "It's for your safety, Isabella," he said, using the name that felt like a brand of my own deception. "The situation in the city... the board, the investigations... it’s becoming a pressure cooker. You’ve handled more than anyone expected, but this is a battle you can't fight.""Safety?" I laughed, a sharp, jagged sound that cracked in the quiet room. I took a step forward, my heels clicking against the hardwood like a countdown. "Or is it convenience, Vito? Am I finally too much trouble to keep around? Now that the stocks are plummeting and the vultures are circling, do you just want to tuck me away where she can't ruin your reputation any fu

Vito POVThe air in the study was cold, devoid of the warmth that had briefly flickered between us in the months prior. I sat behind the desk, the heavy mahogany acting as a barrier—a fortress to keep me in and keep her out. My eyes were fixed on the door, awaiting the inevitable arrival of the woman."Why are you doing this, Vito?" she asked before the door had even fully closed. Her voice was steady, but I could hear the hairline fractures of heartbreak beneath the surface. "The announcement, the press... you’re making me a pariah. Why?"I didn't look up from the folder on my desk. I kept my expression as blank as a fresh sheet of ice. "Because I am done, Isabella. I am tired of the complications, the risks, and quite frankly, the constant drain of your presence.""Complications? I’ve done everything you’ve asked!" She stepped closer, slamming her hands onto the desk. "I stayed when I should have run. I protected your secrets. I even protected you when you were playing the blind man