All Chapters of In Bed With The MC President: Chapter 201 - Chapter 206

Mila“But…”I swallowed hard, but it still came out frayed around the edges, heavy with a guilt I no longer knew how to carry.A single hot tear slipped free, trailing slowly down my cheek before disappearing against the collar of my sweater.I tightened the faded flannel blanket around Leo, lowering my chin gently onto the top of his head. His tiny body was warm against my chest.“But…you can’t replace a wildfire with a hearth, Elena.” My voice trembled quietly in the dark office. “No matter how desperately you want to be warm.”The line went completely silent.It was the kind of silence that settles after someone finally says the thing they have been carrying for so long it has started living inside their bones.Outside, rain rattled softly against the boarded windows of the clubhouse.Inside, my entire world cracked open.“Aaron gave me a sanctuary…” I whispered at last. My throat tightened again. “He gave me peace.” I closed my eyes briefly before forcing the truth out anyway. “Bu

MilaThe moment I heard the floorboard creak, every instinct inside me sharpened. I had laid Leo carefully into the playpen without even thinking about it.But the figure standing beyond Justin’s office wasn’t one of my father-in-law’s soldiers.It was Ryan.He stood motionless at the far end of the hallway, his back turned toward me. He looked like he had walked through a storm just to end up here.And somehow, he looked worse than the weather outside.It wasn’t just the soaked clothes or the cold clinging to him that made my chest tighten.It was his posture. The Ryan I knew never folded into himself. Even at his lowest, even when he was breaking, he still occupied space like he refused to be erased.But now his shoulders were drawn inward, as if he was trying to physically shrink out of existence. His hands were clenched at his sides. Like holding still was the only thing keeping him upright.He looked like a man standing in front of something he couldn’t survive.“Ryan?” I asked

MilaI wrapped my arms tighter around him, feeling the way his body shuddered against mine like a dam finally giving way after holding back a flood for far too long. The rain outside kept falling in steady sheets, drumming against the roof like a heartbeat we’d both forgotten we still shared. Ryan’s forehead stayed pressed to my shoulder, his breath hot and ragged against my neck, and I could feel every fractured inhale as if it were my own.“Ryan…” I whispered, sliding one hand up to cradle the back of his head, fingers threading through his wet hair. He made a low, broken sound in response and his arms tightened around my waist until I could barely breathe. But I didn’t want to breathe. I wanted to drown in this.He lifted his head slowly, and when our eyes met, the raw hunger there nearly undid me. A year. A whole year of thinking I was lost. A year of carrying pain and guilt and the weight of an empire that had tried to swallow him whole. His eyes were dark, stormy, and complete