All Chapters of Wheels of Fate (MM): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Pakin’s P.O.VIt was like I had my hands tied behind my back; I was helpless. I couldn’t do anything as he pushed his mouth against mine roughly, his arms firm around my waist.When I finally snapped out of my daze, I tried to push him away, but he was insistent. Heat surged through me despite the rational part of my brain telling me that I should put a stop to this before it goes south.But god, it felt so good. He tasted so good.Before I knew it, I was melting into the kiss, hesitant at first, but it was like my lips had a mind of their own, because they turned just as forceful as he was. My hands snaked around his hips, traveling upward to the broad of his back.Distantly, my mind tried to warn me: Fuck, was I really doing this? This had to stop. What the hell am I doing?But that voice in my head seemed like a murmur from afar, too easily buried under the waves of lust that just kept on relentlessly

Pakin’s P.O.VI continued to drive through the city streets with no destination in mind. It was like I was in a horror movie, and he was the evil spirit that haunted me. Distance could not keep him away, in the same way that moving houses would not help the main protagonist.In fact, just like in a horror movie, it felt like he was sitting in the backseat, watching me through the rearview mirror…The quiet hum of the engine now did little to calm the storm brewing inside me. My knuckles were white against the steering wheel, my jaw clenched so tightly it ached.I sighed, looking at the sun go down in the distance. I should stop this madness and go home. It was already evening and no matter how far and how fast I drove, I couldn’t escape reality.By the time I reached the gates, exhaustion weighed on me like a heavy blanket and I was sure that it showed.The head maid greeted me at the entrance, her brow fu

Pakin’s P.O.VMay’s arms slid around my neck again, her fingers brushing lightly against the back of my hair. The sudden intimacy sent a ripple of unease through me, making my heart pound for reasons I didn’t want to examine too closely.Even two days ago, I would have been excited at our close proximity. Now… I don’t know what I was supposed to feel anymore.I wasn't sure if I was nervous because she was touching me like this, or because I knew Sean would be watching.Her face was inches from mine, breath warm against my cheek as she whispered, “Just act along. Sean’s coming this way. He’s already feeling jealous—this is working!”My muscles tensed as if bracing for impact. I didn’t dare look behind me to confirm her words. Instead, my eyes locked with hers, searching for some hint of uncertainty, some sign that she might abandon this stupid plan.But May’s confidence burned bright, her determination unshakable.Well. Good for her. That makes one of us.My hands rested awkwardly on

Pakin’s P.O.VMy entire body was tense, every nerve on edge as Sean’s hand rested too familiarly on my thigh.I tried to ignore it, to will the sensation away, but when his fingers began to move, lightly squeezing the fabric of my pants, and it became impossible to focus on anything else.I shot my hand out, resting atop Sean’s in a silent plea for him to stop. But he didn’t even flinch; instead, he seemed to take it as encouragement, his grip tightening playfully.A sharp, involuntary yelp escaped my lips, drawing the attention of everyone at the table.“Pakin, are you okay?” May asked, her brows furrowing in concern. I didn’t know if I was simply imagining it or not, but she seemed somewhat annoyed.Damn, Sean, always getting me into trouble! Heat rushed to my face as I scrambled for an excuse. “I-I just hit my foot on the corner of the table,” I blurted, avoid

Pakin’s P.O.VMy fingers trembled slightly as I pulled on my pants, though I hated to admit it. It felt like I lost some kind of unspoken battle.Each button felt like a stab to my gut. The dim light of the bathroom cast long shadows across the space, but it didn’t dull the stark clarity of my reflection in the mirror—flushed cheeks, brows furrowed in frustration, and the shame lingering on my face.Why does this always happen? Why am I so powerless when it comes to Sean?The thought churned in my mind like a relentless tide as I tucked in each leg with more force than necessary.I was a fucking peasant for crying out loud, I was someone Sean could never dream of reaching in this lifetime. Someone raised to hold my composure, to command respect, to embody grace.Yet every time I was near Sean, all of that seemed to dissolve, my carefully cultivated self slipping through my fingers like sand.