All Chapters of Blackmailed Into His Bed: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Eyes lingering in space, I kept quiet like I hadn't heard him. If I stutter, at a loss of an explanation, it will be the end of me. A man like Alexander will easily pick up the trail from there." Luthor, what time are you talking about?"He lifted his gaze at him and narrowed his eyes. " You chose a pesky woman for a wife." He gruffed, sulky, like he practically hates everything about me at the moment. "Sadly, she thinks winning me over will be instrumental to a closer bonding with you. I gave her a day to try. She failed..." He said and glanced at me, wearing a smirk. " She even had to lecture me about bringing a woman into the house."" Soon, I'm afraid there will be no space for me anywhere here, because your wife may dismiss me." He spoke maliciously. Alexander glanced at me, tapped his son on the shoulder and walked inside, ignoring me. As dusk descended completely, I crawled into bed and pulled the sheets over my body. Choosing quietness over drama, but not up to a minute lat

Teeth buried into my lower lip, my heart race, wondering if he heard me. He grunts and detached, hands firm on my waist.My mind burn with thoughts of what his first question is going to be. “ Probably going to ask me why his son's name.” I ponder, and slowly turned to face him. He neither leaves my waist nor leaves at all.My heart race with time, silence capturing the thumping of my heart in perpetual motion. “ Hey…” he says with a lull in his voice. I don't know if that's a good sign or not. “ Hey,” I reply, lips parted.His gaze softens, dreamy and entranced. “ That felt so good.”I swallow with difficulty. Can't tell if that's a bait or not, but it doesn't help my dilemma at all.“ One would think you would have enjoyed getting sucked moments ago.” I say and roll my eyes. He chuckles, wearing his smile in the brightness of his eyes.“ Were you jealous?”“ Shouldn't I be? I will be damned if I wasn't?”His lips lifts by the side like he's amused by a play thing. “ I had to brin

Leaving one monster for the king of monsters. I suddenly regret leaving at all. No, I regret taking his offer. Adam would have sold me to him without second thoughts. I made it easier for him to acquire me.I sold myself to him.“ Do not misunderstand me, Moraine.” The clattering of his cutlery against the saucer snaps me out of a drift, and only then did I notice I hadn't taken a bite of my food. “ My men can trespass anywhere, but not with my wife. It's the greatest disrespect to tempt you into making…a cuckold of me.”“ How romantic!” I thought. I could smile or blush if I hadn't read the message on the screen.“ He was sent to you.”By whom else apart from my bloody contractual husband? Sending a man up to me and killing him when I complain is another shade of darkness.“ As time goes on, you will understand my choices better.”“ Mm-hmmm.” I hum, and began to eat. But the message doesn't leave my eyes, neither does the gunshot leave my ears. I jerk every time it goes off, skippi

I slumped on the swivel chair, exhausted. A storm swirled in my head. I don't know what Luthor is up to, but I don't have the luxury of time to wait for some divine revelation of all that. Once the clock struck twelve, an alarm went off. My first lecture for the day. I push my weight up to my feet. First few seconds go by with my attempt to steady my steps.“ Alright, Moraine. Let's do this. We can't let him win.” I say to myself, prepared to make it to class without passing out. “ Good afternoon, everyone.”“ Good afternoon, Professor.” And a disorganised ring of voices that chose “prof,” instead, followed.Halfway into the first class, an activity going on at the edge of the classroom got to my attention. I try to ignore it at first, until I couldn't. “ She's going to know…let's go easy.” came the voice of the girl sitting on Luthor's thighs.Deserted, with only the two in the roll, their identities weren't difficult to capture.“ Do you care if she sees us?” He flatly said, wit

He dismissed me, and dressed up like nothing happened. I waited until dinner to ask Luthor the question that plagued my thoughts. He didn't come home either. Picking my food, ears tilting at every screech or steps coming my way.After a long wait, I retired to bed without eating. At midnight, I tiptoe downstairs for a glass of water, hoping I don't wake anyone. But midstep, lights flood the room. I hold a hand over my eyes, complaining. “ And here I thought I could grab a glass of water without waking any of you.” I said, my vision adjusting to the light. Ignoring the momentary disturbance, I step across the sitting room, heading to the kitchen.Then it occurred to me, I hadn’t seen who flipped the switch.I trace my steps backwards, eyes focused in the direction I would find the switch, while my heart evened its beat like it just a regular occurrence.Footsteps came to a halt, and my gaze landed on a figure, leaning against the wall with just his pajama on, hands akimbo, like a shr