All Chapters of DOMINATED THE IN-LAW{EROTIC SERIES}: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ROWANNE’S POVMy marriage. My marriage. "How dare you! How dare you cheat on me?" I slammed the accelerator harder. The hum of the engine rises under the pounding of the rain. My chest ached as though my ribs could no longer contain the storm inside me.How long had she been there? Did she know about me? About us?The wipers beat in time with the hammering of my pulse, smearing water away just to let more fall.I couldn’t think. All I knew was the address Rita had circled in red ink. Just a few blocks away.Close enough for Jett to visit her and close enough for him to live two lives without me ever knowing.The turn came too quickly, and my hands jerked the wheel, guiding the car into a different street. The tyres hissed as the rain poured harder. I shouldn't have checked, but it was too late. I was already heading toward her.I was just a few blocks away when I saw a familiar umbrella, a purple one. It had my initials on it. Jett didn't know it, but I had that umbrella custom-made.

ROWANNE'S POV.“It was murder.” Her voice was a hollow whisper. “Someone murdered my son. Your husband.”The words hit me like a blade to the chest, and like a flash, the air seemed to have vanished from the room and from my lungs. My heart pounded, while my thoughts scattered like broken glass. Murder? Not an accident?I staggered back, Jennifer’s hands slipping from mine. My lips parted, but no sound came, only silence and the furious hammering of blood in my ears.Jennifer dabbed at her eyes with a crumpled handkerchief, her breath hitching as she steadied herself. “The police… they said the brakes. They weren’t just worn down, Rowanne. They were tampered with. It was cut.” Her voice cracked on the last word, and she pressed her hand to her chest as if holding herself together.The room tilted again.“They also found glass in the tread of his tyres, consistent with broken bottles, deliberately placed. It wasn’t bad luck.” Her tears streamed, but her voice grew harder and brittle w

ROWANNE'S POVIt was just dinner. That’s what I told myself over and over like saying it enough times could make it true.Yet here I was, standing in front of my mirror, looking nothing like a woman who was just going to dinner.The gown I’d chosen was far too short, clinging to my thighs. The silk shimmered faintly under the light, the red soft enough to pass for innocent, though there was nothing innocent about the way it hugged my body.My hair, loose and cascading in waves down my back, was a kind of carelessness. I’d spent nearly an hour perfecting it, running my fingers through until it fell in that effortless, seductive way that looked like I hadn’t tried at all.The scent of my shower gel lingered on my skin, honey and peony. I had used the expensive one, the one I saved for rare occasions, the one Jett had once said made me smell like temptation itself.My chest tightened. I pressed a hand to my heart, as if I could steady the rhythm. “It’s just dinner,” I whispered again,

ROWANNE’S POVThailand. Escape.That’s what I’d told myself. A reset. A chance to breathe somewhere far away from Eli Carter.Except, I’d clearly forgotten one crucial thing, Rory Knight, Vivian’s fiancé, was Eli’s best friend. And Eli? Single, available and dangerously so… meaning he was here. As the best man.Perfect.The humid evening air clung to my skin as I stood under the glow of string lights, pretending to enjoy the music and laughter swirling around the open garden terrace. My fingers toyed with the rim of my wine glass while my gaze betrayed me, drifting toward the sound of his laugh.Eli stood across the crowd with Rory, laughing easily, that same casual confidence wrapped around him like a tailored suit. The sight of him shouldn’t have affected me but it did. It always did.A day before flying here, I’d ignored his calls. Then I’d ignored them again. And again.But it was useless. I could run to another continent, change time zones, change my damn name again and I still

ELI’S POVRalph straightened slowly, jaw swelling already where my first blow had landed. He wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand and sneered. “You’re acting like you’re the one fucking her. What—she’s too sweet to share?”Something cold and an animal rose under my skin. The second punch landed harder and he went down hard this time. One after another, each strike hotter and angrier until Rory had to grab me, hauling me back until we were pressed into a smaller space, muscles trembling against restraint.I’d burn the entire goddamn world before I let anyone speak of her like that.“Christ.” Rory’s sigh was heavy, edged with exasperation and something that might have been pity. “Don’t tell me you’re still in love with Rowanne.”I snatched a bottle of water from the table, fumbled the cap off, and swallowed until my throat stung. The cold hit me but didn’t put out the heat under my skin. I glared at Rory through the sweat on my brow.“She’s not yours anymore,” he said, bluntl