All Chapters of Off Limit: Fucked By My Ex-fiance's Step-dad : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Freya.I’m sure she must be regretting her life decisions right now, and one of those decisions is being friends with Elaine and coming to this house. Serves her right.Wasn’t she the one who told me to sleep with older men for money? If it was up to me right now, I’d slit her throat without a second thought.The woman trembled violently under my grip, her body shaking so hard I could feel it through the blade. Tears poured down her face as she begged in a high, shaky voice.“Please dear, please spare me! I have kids and a husband to take care of. If I die right now, my husband will just marry another woman tomorrow morning! Please spare me… I won’t come here again or even dare to talk bad about you. I swear on my children’s lives!”I chuckled darkly, the sound low and bitter as my grip tightened on the knife. “Shut up, you crazy woman. You’re still worried about your husband marrying another woman when you’re at the verge of death? Pfft. Foolish woman.”I glanced around the room. The

RyderThe meeting had gone better than expected.I leaned back in the plush leather chair of my private suite at the Tokyo Park Hyatt, the city lights glittering far below the floor-to-ceiling windows. The Japanese clients were finally calm, their anger from that chaotic night in my office had been soothed with the right mix of apologies, new concessions, and the subtle reminder of how much they stood to lose if they walked away from Hawthorne Prosperity.It was done. The deal was secured again.Yet I felt no satisfaction.I swirled the whiskey in my glass, watching the amber liquid catch the low light. My mind should have been on the next acquisition, on the numbers, on the empire I was building. Instead, it kept drifting back to her.Freya.That damn woman had barged into my meeting drunk, called me “Daddy” in front of important clients, then begged me to fuck her like she was starving for it. And I had let her. I had let her ride me, had watched her come apart, had almost lost cont

RyderThe voice on the other end of the line cracked like broken glass.“Daddy…”My heart dropped so hard it felt like a stone sinking into ice-cold water. For a split second, everything stopped, the Tokyo skyline outside the window, the whiskey glass in my hand, the steady rhythm of my own breathing. That single word, spoken in Freya’s trembling, tear-soaked voice, hit me harder than any punch ever could.Someone had hurt her.Someone had touched what was mine.I had only been gone for one day. One fucking day. And they had already done this to her.Rage surged through my chest like molten lava, hot and violent. My jaw clenched so tightly the muscle ticked, my fingers tightening around the phone until the edges dug into my palm. My chest heaved with each controlled breath, the fury building so fast it made my vision narrow. Whoever did this to my woman had already signed their own death warrant. They would pay. Slowly. Painfully. I would make sure of it.I had to leave immediately.W

Ryder.Malik began, his voice low and shaky.“I waited for her as usual, downstairs in the company building, waiting for her to come outside. When I saw she wasn’t coming, I went inside to check on her. That’s when I saw Lila causing a commotion because Miss Freya was wearing your shirt. She made Miss Freya kneel before her and slapped her. I couldn’t step in, sir. I didn’t want them to get suspicious.”The moment the words left his mouth, my blood boiled.A hot, violent rage surged through my veins, making my chest heave with each breath. The glass of whiskey in my hand shattered under the pressure, shards digging into my palm as warm blood trickled down my fingers and dripped onto the desk. I threw my head back, jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumped, frustration and fury burning like acid in my throat.Lila, that bitch. She never listens. It’s high time I teach her a lesson so she finally knows exactly where she belongs.“Continue,” I ordered, my voice low and deadly, barely above

FreyaThe moment the words left my lips, my heart started racing faster, a wild, frantic drumbeat that echoed in my ears and made my chest feel too tight.Ryder was looking at me as if I had suddenly started speaking French. His brows were slightly furrowed, eyes narrowed in that unreadable way, like he didn’t understand a single thing I’d said, even though I knew he understood every damn word. He blinked once, slow and deliberate, then his arms tightened around my waist, pulling me a fraction closer against his solid chest.“I’ve said a lot of things, bunny,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing, the corner of his mouth twitching. “Which one are you talking about?”Oh. So now he’s acting like he doesn’t remember? Why is he always bent on making things difficult for me? Does he really want me to spell it out with my whole mouth?Heat crawled up my neck and flooded my cheeks. I cleared my throat, my fingers twisting nervously in the fabric of his shirt as I forced the words out, my v