Lahat ng Kabanata ng Pleasure Under His Command : Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

Morning came too quickly.Izzy woke before the alarm.For a few seconds, she just lay there, staring at the ceiling while the soft grey light of dawn filtered through the curtains.Then it hit her again.Dominic.Today.She slowly pushed the covers aside and sat up. Beside her, Steven was still asleep, one arm stretched across the bed where she had been.Izzy quietly slipped out of bed and headed for the bathroom.Cold water splashed against her face as she looked at her reflection in the mirror.Six years.And somehow fate had decided to throw them back into the same room again.“Fantastic,” she muttered under her breath.By the time she came downstairs, the house was already waking up.Brian’s laughter echoed faintly from the kitchen.Izzy paused at the stairs for a moment, her expression softening instantly.When she entered the kitchen, Brian was sitting at the table in his little pajamas while Steven attempted to make pancakes.Attempted being the keyword.“Daddy burned it again!

The door closed behind them with a soft click.Dominic stood there for a long moment. The silence in the office suddenly felt heavier than before.His jaw tightened as he stared at the empty doorway where Izzy and Steven had just disappeared.You’re a lucky man.The words he’d said replayed in his head.Lucky.That man had Izzy’s smile. Her laughter. Her life. Her heart.Dominic walked into his office and shut the door harder than necessary.Miranda was already inside.Waiting.She turned from the window as soon as he entered.“So,” she said sharply. “That’s the man she married. I didn’t get to see his face clearly at the ball last time.”Dominic didn’t respond immediately.He poured himself a drink from the decanter on the side table.Miranda watched him closely.“You should be careful,” she continued. “That woman didn’t come back to this city for nostalgia.”Dominic took a slow sip of whiskey.“You’re overreacting, Mom.”Miranda crossed her arms. “Overreacting? She humiliated us in

The next morning, Dominic hadn’t slept.The apartment was quiet, the city still half-asleep outside his floor-to-ceiling windows. His eyes were bloodshot, his jaw tight, but his mind refused to rest.He had to be at the office before anyone else arrived. Before the board, before Miranda, before anyone could interfere. He needed to talk to her—Izzy. He needed answers.By eight o’clock, he was sure he could get there. Be the first one. Control the situation. Ask the questions that had been burning in him all night.He dressed quickly, choosing dark, sharp clothes that made him look like the man who owned everything in sight. Every piece of fabric, every cuff, every tie mattered—it was armor.Coffee in hand, he stared out at the city as the first hints of dawn broke over the skyline. His phone buzzed lightly. He ignored it. Nothing could distract him today.By seven-thirty, he was already in the elevator, descending silently. The building’s lobby was empty, save for the soft hum of the e

Dominic didn’t release her immediately.Slowly, he turned his head toward the door.Steven stood there, tall and rigid, his jaw clenched so tightly a muscle ticked in his cheek. His eyes were locked on Dominic’s hand wrapped around Izzy’s wrist.The room suddenly felt smaller.Colder.More dangerous.Dominic’s lips curved into a slow, mocking smile.“Your wife?” he said quietly, finally releasing Izzy’s wrist. “Funny how that works.”Steven stepped into the office, closing the door behind him with deliberate calm.“I said,” Steven repeated, his voice low and controlled, “get your hands off my wife.”Izzy stepped back immediately, rubbing her wrist, placing distance between herself and Dominic.Dominic watched her for a second before shifting his gaze back to Steven.“And what exactly are you going to do about it?” Dominic asked, his tone dripping with challenge.Steven didn’t move closer, but the tension in his posture spoke louder than words.“I’m not here to fight you,” Steven said.

Dominic stood just inside his office, watching the office lights flicker behind the glass. The way Izzy had held her ground, the fire in her eyes… it burned him from the inside out.He ran a hand through his hair, jaw tight, pacing the his office in long, measured steps. Every nerve in his body screamed at him… anger, desire, frustration. That little boy… Brian… was his blood. His son. And she had the audacity to treat him like some stranger.His phone buzzed again… no doubt another message from the investigator with updates he didn’t even need yet. He ignored it. He didn’t care about corporate reports, investments, or finances right now. All that mattered was her.Izzy.The way she’d called him an unfit father, the way she had laughed at him, the way she had dared to call him incapable of love…. it was a wound and a fuel at the same time. He should be furious, and he was. But beneath that anger, beneath that fury, he couldn’t help but feel hurt my her words.She had moved on. She had