The Hired Gigolo Is My Husband's Son のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

Xavier's POV“Mr. Xavier Sinclair, did you kill Keira Deluca?”The detective asked for the umpteenth time, but my mind was too fucked up to make sense of anything that was going on. I was in a police interrogation room, yet I still couldn't wrap my head around what was happening, and my brain kept jerking back to the events that had happened before I was arrested.I had woken up with a banging headache, only to find myself being handcuffed by detectives while being accused of killing Scarlett's stepmother.At first, I thought it was another elaborate setup, just like when I was accused of attacking Scarlett's father, but I was wrong. The situation was far more complicated than I could have imagined because, this time, I was really the suspect.“What are you doing? Let me go! I didn't kill anybody!” I roared as I tried to yank the handcuffs off, but I froze when I noticed that I was in a strange room and police officers were scattered everywhere.I had thought my eyes were playing tric

Scarlett's POVI barely managed to slip away from the mansion without anyone knowing, and I immediately called Cindy, asking her to come get me. She arrived shortly after in her car, her face filled with worry and questions.“I know you have a lot of questions to ask, but can we leave first?” I blurted as I climbed into the passenger seat.She nodded and drove away without another word.It wasn't until the mansion disappeared from view that I finally let out a shaky sigh of relief. There was no way Romano could track me down that quickly.“I... thank you for coming for me,” I breathed, glancing at Cindy.“It's nothing. And I'm sorry for your loss,” she said, referring to Keira.But she didn't look sorry.Cindy had never liked Keira, yet she wasn't cruel enough to gloat about someone's death.“Yeah, but can you tell me how all of this happened?” I asked.She shook her head.“I don't know. The news broke out around midnight, and by morning it was trending on every news outlet in the cou

Scarlett's POVStrip?Did he mean that I should take off my clothes?I stood frozen for some time while I just looked at the man, probably waiting for him to laugh out loud, saying he was toying with me, but his crooked face as he looked at me told me maybe not.“What are you waiting for? Are you not going to strip?” He asked, and I wanted to lash out, but knowing he has me on the leash already, I couldn't act rashly.“I don't know why I need to strip. Are you planning on stripping me naked and sending me out of the villa?” I asked, and he only burst into laughter, mocking me.“You really don't cease to amuse me, Scarlett Sinclair,” he chuckled, but his smile vanished immediately after that. "Don't let me repeat myself, Scarlett, strip!”I sighed heavily knowing there was no way out, so my hands reached for my zipper, but I stopped when I realized something.“Do you want to sleep with me in exchange for your son's release?” I asked, as I looked at him, hoping that I was wrong and he w

Romano's POV I had received a call while making out with Scarlett, and I wouldn't have received it if it wasn't urgent, but before I could turn around, Scarlett was already standing beside me with a vase in her hand, but instead of being angry that my wife wanted to kill me, I was mesmerized by the sight of her beautiful body under the light. It looked so fun to me; this was the first time I had gotten Scarlett to pay so much attention to me, and she looked so damn sexy looking like that. I mean, it wasn't every day; you had your wife wanting to strike you to death while standing naked in the middle of the room, looking so flushed and begging to be fucked. My eyes couldn't help but trailed to her neatly shaved head, which looked so puffy, and my cock jerked with excitement. I figured if I really wanted to fuck her, I better coax her well. “Have you lost it, Scarlett Sinclair?" I roared, putting up a front, and she looked shaken as she dropped the vase in fear, which shattered, an

Scarlett's POVMy eyes fluttered open lazily, and I looked around the room, feeling exhausted and miserable. My sore body was enough to make my mind jolt back to everything that had happened the night before.I couldn't believe Romano had actually gone through with sleeping with me. He had been so rough and relentless that even when I begged him to let me go, he hadn't stopped until I passed out beneath him.It was as though that had been part of his punishment for me."That miserable old man... he really knows how to make me curl up in disgust," I hissed as I pushed myself off the bed.The moment my feet touched the floor, my legs buckled, and I stumbled back onto the mattress.Every inch of my body ached. Hickeys and bite marks were scattered across my skin, his twisted way of branding me. I couldn't believe he had such a sick obsession. And to think he had done all of that while I was begging for his son's life, only a day after burying my stepmother.Romano was worse than a demon.