All Chapters of In Bed With My Fiancé’s Father: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

KANE’S POVThe silence in my bedroom was suffocating. I meant my old bedroom in my father's house. For some reason I was brought here.I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the polished mahogany of the floor, listening to the heavy thud of boots in the hallway. Guards. My father had stationed them outside my door like I was a common criminal instead of his son or whatever I was supposed to be.It's so crazy, the one thing I thought I was in my life, I wasn't. I wasn't a Salander. That revelation still felt like a bruise on my soul that refused to heal.I looked at my hands. They were trembling. Everything I had worked for, every back I had stabbed, every lie I had told, had culminated in this. I thought about Olivia, I thought about the way she looked at me in the parking lot, the look of pity that was a thousand times worse than the rage I had expected. I had cheated on her, replaced her with Cynthia, and then tried to turn my father into a vegetable. Why? Because I wanted the com

CYNTHIA’S POVThe next morning started with the cold and the sound of heavy boots approaching my cell. I had spent the night curled in the corner of that miserable bunk, my black eye throbbing in sync with the leaky faucet in the corner. When the guard grabbed my arm, he didn't offer a word, just a forceful shove that sent me stumbling into the hallway. I managed to glance at Gustov’s cell but he wasn't in there."Keep walking," the guard grunted, his hand firm on my shoulder.I didn't argue, I didn't have the strength to. I just followed the path, my mind desperately trying to construct a narrative. I didn't know anything. Gustov was just a friend. Kane was just a boy with issues. I ran these lines over and over until they felt like the truth.When we reached the interrogation room, the air was different. It was stale and charged with a quiet, predatory tension. The table was bolted to the floor, and the chair I was pushed into was hard, cold, and designed to make me feel small. I sa

KANE’S POVYou know when you’re sure you’re going to go crazy, so you just like... go crazy? Hah! Yeah. That’s what’s going on with me.Ever since Virgil came to visit me and literally let me realize I was locked up here with just my mind. Just my mind and my fucking regrets!Day three was when I really lost it. The room felt like a coffin lined with silk and expensive wood, and the silence was just so loud. I couldn't take the hum of the TV anymore, that mindless talking heads crap just kept drilling into my skull, so I threw a chair through the screen. Glass everywhere. Then I started on the lamps. Then the nightstand. I think I have claustrophobia now, or maybe I’ve always had it and this house just finished the job. Doesn't matter. My hands were bleeding, the rug was ruined, and I didn't care.Since then, it’s been a blur of me dunking my head into the bathtub and holding my breath until the spots behind my eyes turn into fireworks. It’s the only way to feel anything other than th

OLIVIA’S POVThe dark in the room was thick, heavy with the kind of silence that usually preceded a storm. Lucious hadn't fallen asleep. I could feel it in the way he was pressed against my back, his arm heavy across my waist, his breathing just a little too deliberate. He was vibrating with all the shit we’d dragged home from the hospital.I knew he needed this. Maybe he needed to feel like he was still in control of something, even if it was just us, and honestly? I needed it too. I needed to know that we were still here, still breathing, still solid.I shifted, turning in his arms to face him, but he was already moving.“Loucious..”He didn't say a word. He just started with my shoulder, his lips warm and firm, trailing a line of heat down toward my collarbone. His hands were everywhere, firm and desperate, grounding me. His hands slipped down my nightie and gently gripped my breasts, his thumb making my nipples hardening.Soon, I felt his lips on it, sucking hard enough to make me

KANE'S POVThe room smelled like bleach and old cigarettes. It didn't feel like a hospital, or a cell either. After several minutes of trying to make sense of my surroundings, I sat up. But my movement was too fast and I felt my head spun. I felt it calling under my skin, sweat covering me from head to toe. I wanted to stand, sit and run at the same time.I was on a mattress on the floor. No sheets and no pillow. My wrists were free now, no cuffs, but there was a rope burn on my left one that hadn't been there before."You're awake," a voice said.The shock jolted through me. I turned and saw a man standing by the door, arms crossed. I didn't know him. Mid-thirties, maybe. Plain jacket. The kind of face that didn't stand out in a crowd, which probably meant that was the point."Where am I?" I asked. And when he didn't answer I raised my voice. "Where am I and who are you?""You are somewhere safe," he said dryly. "For now.""Safe from who?"He didn't answer that. He just walked over