All Chapters of In Bed With The MC President: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

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Anniversary is coming

MilaI had just crossed a big, invisible line, and I knew it.Aaron didn't look angry, nor did he look insulted me. But, a slow stillness settled over his sharp features. "Hate?" Aaron asked softly."Yes, hate.” I pushed, fueling my bravery. I took another step along the curve of the pond. "You sat at that dinner table and tried to tear him apart. You look at him like he is the enemy. What did Ryan do to make you hate him so much?"Aaron let out a breathy exhale that was almost a laugh, though there was zero humor in it. "You are entirely mistaken, Miss." Aaron said calmly. "I do not hate my brother."I stopped walking. My brow furrowed in deep confusion. "You don't expect me to believe that. I saw the way you looked at him. I heard what you said to him.""You heard exactly what I wanted you to hear." Aaron corrected smoothly, taking a single, measured step closer to his edge of the water. "But you are confusing hatred with disappointment. They are two entirely different animals. I d

Brotherhood

RyanI had loosened my tie completely and undoned the top two buttons of my shirt. My jaw locked so tight my teeth ached. After Harrison’s report about Aaron and few meetings, I had walked out of the Empire Group headquarters. I had every intention of going straight to the estate to put my hands around my brother's throat.But Harrison had called me five minutes into the drive. Aaron had gone back inside. He had spoken to Mila, but no lines were crossed, and Rose had intervened. Mila was safely back in our suite.Still, my blood was boiling.Then my phone buzzed against my thigh.I pulled it out and expected another corporate crisis or an update from my security team. Instead, a single text message sat on the screen.Justin: Tell me the billionaire hasn't forgotten how to drink cheap beer. Rusty’s. Twenty minutes. Don't bring the bodyguards.I stared at the screen for a long moment and then a long, heavy exhale pushed past my lips. I hadn't seen Justin since I walked out of the club

They want their warlord

RyanJustin barked a genuine, rough laugh. "A vegan bakery. Terrifying. I bet you have even been to a board meeting. Did you use a laser pointer? Please tell me you used a laser pointer.""I threatened to throw a VP out of a sixtieth-floor window if he didn't restructure the supply chain." I replied, taking a long pull of the beer. It tasted like piss and copper, and it was exactly what I needed. "So, yes. Standard corporate management.""Inspiring leadership." Justin grinned, lifting his own bottle.For the next hour, it was surprisingly easy. It was light. It felt like the old days before I walked back into the Wylder family, and dragged myself back into their twisted aristocratic nightmare. We traded insults, drank three more rounds of awful beer, and completely ignored the absolute chaos of our respective lives.Justin told me a story about one of the new prospects named a kid named Miller who had accidentally set a garbage dumpster on fire while trying to impress a group of girls

Not the reason

Mila’s POV“What were you talking about? What anniversary?”Hearing what I had asked, Rose blinked, pulling her gaze away from the archway to look at me. Her brow furrowed in genuine surprise. "You don't know?" Rose asked with what sounded like disbelief.I shook my head, feeling that familiar, frustrating sting of being completely kept in the dark. "No. I don't know anything, Rose."Rose sighed heavily. She looked around the garden, as if checking to make sure none of the security guards were close enough to eavesdrop. She gently guided me toward a bench positioned a few feet away from the koi pond."Sit down, Mila. Please. You are still pale." She urged gently.I let her lead me to the bench and sat there. I pulled my knitted shawl tighter around my shoulders, but the chill I felt had nothing to do with the wind. Rose sat down beside me, keeping her voice incredibly low. "Ryan is trying to protect you." Rose started with a softer voice. "He thinks that if he keeps the ugliness of

Vengeful bitch

RyanMy mind raced, violently pulling in two completely opposite directions. The Midnight Reapers were my blood. I had built that club from the ground up. The thought of the Skulls running our trucks off the road and disrespecting our territory made a lethal, familiar rage spike in my chest.A darker part of me wanted to rip off this expensive suit, pull my cut back on, and remind the streets why they used to fear the dark.But then the image of Mila flashed in my mind. Mila, standing in that estate, surrounded by wolves like my brother Aaron. If I walked away from the Empire Group now, Aaron would seize the throne. He would freeze my assets, strip my power, and leave me with no way to protect the woman I loved.I was trapped in a cage made of billion-dollar glass. But I could funnel some of the Empire Group’s accounts into the Reapers to help them buy better leverage. I could quietly hire private military contractors to wipe the Skulls off the map so Justin wouldn't have to risk our

Protect her

RyanJustin slowly lowered his head. "Do you remember what happened when you fell in love with Mila?" He asked. "Do you remember the night I found out my little sister was sleeping with the President of the Midnight Reapers?"The memory flashed instantly behind my eyes. It had been the closest Justin ever came to killing me."I remember…" I said quietly. "You threw a punch that nearly broke my jaw. Then you reminded me of the rules and told me to pick Just like a VP would.""Yeah…" Justin nodded slowly as a hateful smile twisted his lips. "I told you that you couldn't have both. I made you choose between the two things you loved most in this world."A cold dread began to pool in my stomach. I looked at the dark, exhausted circles under his eyes. "Justin... what did you do?""I fell in love." Justin confessed finally. "I fell in love, and I am losing my goddamn mind."I froze. Justin didn't do love. He did whiskey, club girls, and absolute detachment. "Who?" I asked, though a terrify

Two worlds

Havoc"Does Gunner know?”Hearing his question, a humorless laugh found its way up my throat. "If Gunner knew, do you honestly think I would be sitting here with a pulse, drinking piss-warm beer?" I shook my head. "No. He doesn't know. If he found out I was putting my hands on his little sister, he wouldn't care that I am wearing the President's patch. He would walk into the clubhouse, put a bullet right between my eyes, and turn himself over to the club for judgment. And honestly? I wouldn't even fight back."Ryan’s shoulders dropped slightly though his eyes remained dark with concern. "How the hell did you manage to keep it from him?""By lying. Every single day." I leaned my head back against the cracked booth. "Sneaking around like a goddamn teenager. Meeting her in the dark. Keeping my distance whenever Gunner was in the room so he wouldn't see the way I looked at her."I closed my eyes, the memory of last night burning behind my eyelids. "He came into the office and told me abou

Blocking

MilaThe next seven days passed in a suffocating, isolated routine.The walls of the East Wing felt like a beautifully decorated prison cell. Rose tried to visit when she could. But I knew she was a doctor and her shifts were brutal. Most days, I only saw her for ten minutes before she collapsed from exhaustion.Aaron was completely gone. Just as Rose had predicted, he vanished from the estate the very next morning. I guessed he had went to the coast to mourn the father who had actually loved him, far away from the family that only used him. The sudden absence of his presence should have made the house feel lighter, but it only made the silence louder.And Ryan...He became even busier. Every night, he came back to our suite hours past midnight. I would pretend to be asleep, listening to the sound of his boots dropping to the floor and the quiet rustle of his suit jacket being tossed over a chair. He would slide into bed, pulling me against his chest, burying his face in my neck as i

Ruined

MilaI should have moved. But my bare feet were numb against the cold floor and all I had on was a thin robe that offered absolutely no protection against the freezing presence of the man standing inches in front of me. But I didn't step aside.A week ago, I would have scrambled out of his path with my heart in my throat, terrified of the billionaire heir who looked at me like a chess piece. But Rose’s story echoed loudly in my ears. I didn't see a monster anymore. I saw a man who had just spent seven days standing over the grave of the only father who had ever truly claimed him, returning to a house full of people who didn't even acknowledge his pain.I traced the harsh, exhausted lines of his face. A dark shadow of stubble dusted his sharp jawline. His hair, usually styled to corporate perfection, was slightly tousled by the wind.He didn't look like the untouchable billionaire heir who held the Wylder family strings. He looked like a man who had spent the last seven days standing

Mila can’t know about this

ReaperMy knuckles crashed with bone.The man beneath me gagged, choking on a mouthful of his own blood. I didn't give him a second to breathe. I grabbed him by the collar of his soaked leather jacket, dragging his dead weight up just enough to slam my right fist into his jaw a second time.His head snapped back.Rain slicked my hair to my forehead, dripping down the leather of the Midnight Reapers cut. The patch I loved with my heart. I was wearing it again for the last seven days.For weeks, I had been suffocating in custom-tailored Tom Ford suits, shaking hands with corporate snakes, smiling politely.But out here, in the dark, I was exactly what the streets demanded me to be. I was the monster."Enough, Reaper." Justin’s rough voice cut through the sound of the rain. "He is done. You are just tenderizing meat at this point."I slowly released my grip on the man's collar, throwing him fully into the mud. He was a lieutenant for the Skulls, the bastard who had plotted the burning o

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