All Chapters of Rewrite My Fate: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Why is he here? My heart is racing with so much anger that I can't contain. It’s about to spill all over me. Damon remains leaning against the doorframe, his blue eyes consciously tracking the rise and fall of my chest. His cologne fills the entire gym. I’m choking the air right out of my lungs as I rise to my feet. Ava doesn't hesitate. She forms a lethal human shield between Damon and me. Her hand subtly retreats toward the waistband of her athletic trousers, her eyes locked onto his throat. “You’re breaching private property, Mr. Hemsworth,” she says coldly. Did Zayn tell her about Damon? Damon’s smile only widens, exposing a row of straight, mocking teeth. “Private property? Please. My brother’s house is funded by the family name. I go where I please, Ava.” Ava? They definitely know each other. Her face is red with what I presume might be anger. She balls her fist, her eyes already shooting daggers at Damon. But he doesn't care how much she’s fuming. I wonder if there’s a h

I’m just putting my lipstick back into my designer clutch as I step out of the hotel elevator into the lobby. The ten thousand dollars is tucked safely. It feels like a heavy, solid weight that doesn’t even want to stop the bitter taste in my mouth from sucking Arthur’s old dick. I take two steps toward the revolving glass doors before a harsh, despairing voice at the front desk stops me dead in my tracks.“I know he checked in here!” a woman shrieks, slamming a manicured hand onto the counter. “Arthur Pence. He’s with a brunette. A little twenty-something whore with a bob. Check the registry again or I swear to God I’m calling my lawyers!”My stomach drops into my shoes. Arthur’s wife. Fuck me! What the fuck? What’s she doing here? Arthur was right. She’s on his tail. I whip my head around. She is standing at the desk in a tailored Chanel suit, her face twisted in a mask of wealthy, humiliated fury. A beautiful older woman, I must say. The young receptionist looks terrified, her eyes

“Isnt this what you’ve always wanted?” “No… I mean yes, but… you’re—” “Too good for you?” The question shuts Mason up. “I thought you had Daniel,” he manages to find his voice again. “Wouldnt he be mad if he saw you with me? Since our plan on getting Jade’s secret funds blew to shit, I thought you’d—you’d get married to Daniel instead.” His eyes linger on my collarbone until they lower, settling on the swell of my chest. “I don't want to get married to Daniel.” Mason’s eyes widen, excitement dancing in those lilac orbs. I lean against him, letting my boobs graze his chest. I whisper in his ear seductively, saying, “I’m free for now and I can do anything I want… with whomever I want.” His breath hitches. I don't give him a chance to speak. I grab his shirt, pulling him toward the mattress. I take off my bra. My boobs bounce freely, the nipples hardening under the cool air in the room. I fling the bra aside, pressing my arms against my breasts to make them even bigger than the

My heart drops straight into my stomach, the fake moan dying instantly in my throat. I can see Mason’s lilac eyes wide with terror through the tiny vertical crack in the wood. He’s holding his breath, practically turning blue.“What the fuck was that?” Daniel whispers, his muscles tensing on top of me. “What was what?” I ask immediately, my voice thick with fake exhaustion. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling his face down toward mine to force his gaze away from the wardrobe. “Babe, please… don't stop. I don't care about anything else right now.”“I heard something in the closet, Barb,” he grumbles, his eyes still darting over my shoulder.“It’s just the pipes, or—or a stray mouse,” I lie, arching my back up against his rock-hard length, deliberately tightening my inner walls around him. I let out a pleasurable, needy gasp right against his ear, feeling his cock twitch inside me. “The landlord hasn't exterminated in months. Please, Danny. Look at me. Don't leave me alone in my he

“I once read that she left her fiancé at the altar.” “Really?” “Yeah. But every article about her mysteriously vanished from the internet.” My head is spinning as I catch every biting whisper from the pedestrians. Natasha’s smile stretches to her ears. She grovels at my feet, begging louder now for everyone to hear. “Don’t do this to me. You’ve ruined me already. Because you're rich doesn't mean the rest of us are dirt.” I’m dumbfounded. Her pathetic drama is making waves among the crowd, fetching sympathy from every corner. My hands clench into fists at my sides. I hated a scene, and Natasha knew it. Even at her lowest, she is trying to use public shame to force my hand. Dave steps in instantly, his massive frame blocking the cameras as he expertly pries Natasha’s fingers off my clothes. He gives a subtle, warning glare to the onlookers recording the scene. “Mrs. Hemsworth, The vehicle is ready. Let’s leave this garbage behind.” I nod once. I don’t look back at Natasha as I ste