All Chapters of Wheels of Fate (MM): Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

93 Chapters

Chapter 70: Maybe Someday

Pakin’s P.O.VThe soft hum of Sean’s car died as we came to a stop outside the gates. Gravel crunched under the tires, and the air was uncomfortably still, like the world had paused for something I wasn’t quite ready to face. I should’ve known this peace wouldn’t last.She was there.May’s car—an image I’d known like the back of my hand—stood parked in front of the estate gates. As we stepped out, the door to her car opened, and she emerged slowly, like someone walking out of a grave.I barely controlled my gasp at the sight of her.She looked... smaller.Her body had always been thin, graceful even, but now she seemed gaunt. Her cheekbones were sharper, her eyes sunken. She wore a pastel dress that clung to her frame, but even that couldn’t hide the weight she had lost.And her eyes… those bright, honey-brown eyes that used to sparkle with mischief an

Chapter 71: What Comes After

Pakin’s P.O.VIt’s always the quiet after a storm that feels the loudest.The house was silent, too silent, like it was holding its breath along with me. I sank into the velvet cushions of the living room couch, the scent of lilies drifting up from the coffee table where I’d placed the bouquet May had handed me earlier.White petals, delicate and soft. Innocent-looking. But I couldn’t stop my eyes from narrowing at them like they might suddenly burst into flames and reveal whatever trap lay hidden beneath their gentle exterior.I hated that I was thinking this way. That I was even questioning May’s gesture.But after everything… how could I not?She had lied. Manipulated. She’d taken everything I gave her—the love, the friendship, the trust—and torn it apart like it didn’t mean a thing. And now she came back with trembling hands and lilies, saying sorry, kneeling o

Chapter 72: Ungodly Worship

Pakin’s P.O.VI had a love-hate relationship with how easily Sean got to me.With just a few filthy words and that crooked, dangerous grin, he had my body reacting like it had been starved of him for years. I shifted uncomfortably on the couch, trying to subtly adjust the growing tension in my jeans.Sean watched me, his eyes narrowing in smug satisfaction. “Oh?” he said, eyes flicking to my lap. “Is that a reaction I see?”“Shut up,” I muttered, heat crawling up my neck. “Your overactive imagination is getting out of hand.”He leaned closer, warm breath against my ear. “I haven’t even started describing how I’d take you in the shower yet,” he whispered, his voice thick with wicked intent.I tried to swallow the lump in my throat, but it was useless. I could practically see it—the steam clinging to the tiled walls, the slick heat of

Chapter 73: White-hot Flames

Pakin’s P.O.VSean helped me up, dragging me toward the bathroom like a man possessed. The tiled floor was warm under our feet, and he reached into the shower and turned it on. Water spilled from the rain head above, warm and inviting. Very quickly, the shower became thick with steam.“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, and in his voice I could only hear desire.Before I could say anything, he gently tugged me into the shower, and our bodies were slick and wet in seconds.Sean pushed me against the wall, water cascading between us as he kissed me again—this time slower, deeper, more territorial, his tongue trudging forward with a hunger that matched my own. His hands touched every area of me, gliding over my back, gripping my ass, mapping me like I was a puzzle he had been dying to solve.With each kiss, each caress, I could feel the intensity between us growing. It wasn’t just the desire

Chapter 74: Wake Up Call

Pakin’s P.O.VI woke up to the sensation of warmth pressed against my back and the soft rhythm of Sean’s breathing tickling the side of my neck. His arm was draped lazily over my waist, fingers tangled loosely with mine, and his chest rose and fell in a soothing, steady cadence. Like a song.I read somewhere that music influences brain activity by releasing chemicals that make you feel good. To be precise, cortisol levels are lowered, and dopamine is increased. It can also regulate physiological responses such as heart rate and blood pressure. To many people, music calms them down.I guess to me, Sean is kind of like my music.In all my life, I’d never woken up like this—so grounded, so whole, so... at peace.For a long moment, I didn’t move. I just listened to him breathe, memorizing the feel of his body behind me, the heat of his skin, the subtle scent of soap and something uniquely Sean clinging to

Chapter 75: May’s Trap

Pakin’s P.O.VThe second I saw the time on my phone screen—10:32 AM—I nearly choked on air. Panic surged through me like an electric jolt. Shit.P’Dew said he’d be here this afternoon. If Sean didn’t leave soon, there was a very real chance they’d run into each other, and I couldn’t let that happen.Not like this. Not when things were still so delicate, so undefined between Sean and me.Not when I didn’t know how P’Dew would react.My fingers trembled as I lowered the phone from my ear, mind racing. I glanced toward the bedroom, where Sean was still asleep, his chest rising and falling in quiet rhythm beneath the covers.There was such peace etched onto his features—peace that had only deepened after last night, after the way we’d made love together in the dark, all heat and softness and whispered promises. I didn’t want to disturb him. But I also

Chapter 76: Facing the Past

Pakin’s P.O.VSean was still fast asleep when I stood by the closet, slipping on my shirt in slow, quiet movements. His face was turned slightly toward my side of the mattress, the sheets half-draped over his bare torso, and his lips were parted just slightly in his sleep.Peaceful. Vulnerable. Unaware.Guilt twisted low in my gut.I didn’t want to leave. Not without a word, not like this. But I couldn’t risk it. P’Dew was expecting me at the palace, and if Sean woke up and followed me or—worse—ran into P’Dew before I had a chance to explain anything, the consequences would be disastrous.I buttoned my cuffs with trembling fingers, stealing glances at him between each motion. Every breath he took felt like a blow to my resolve. I couldn’t stay. I couldn’t.As I stepped toward the door, a quiet sound broke the silence. I froze, heart leaping into my throat. Fuck, did I wak

Chapter 77: Reconciliation

Pakin’s P.O.V“How did Sean take the news?”What. The. Hell?Did I hear him right? I stared at P’Dew, my mind completely blank, unable to process what I had just heard.His words echoed in my head, but they seemed foreign, as if I were hearing them through a dense fog. How did Sean take the news?He knows about Sean. He knows about me and Sean. What the fuck?The revelation hit me like a fucking speeding truck, and for a few long moments, I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. My mouth was dry, my tongue unmoving as if I were trying to untangle a knot that had no beginning or end.“What—what are you talking about?” I finally managed to ask, my voice hoarse, barely a whisper. The shock was so overwhelming that even the simple question felt like it took all my strength to ask.Dew’s smirk widened as he leaned back slightly in his chair, clear

Chapter 78: Unshakeable Trust

Pakin’s P.O.VThe first thing I thought about when I stepped out of the palace and climbed back into my car was, “Now what do I tell Sean when I come back?”No doubt he’d be up by now, wondering where I went. Maybe he’d even leave as soon as he saw I was gone. What would Miriam tell him to make him stay?Ah, enough of that. I need to make up a believable excuse for my disappearance. I started the engine, deep in thought. Something about the sound of my car purring smoothly seemed to stroke the part of my brain that was a genius at being a liar.I remembered the bakery I used to frequent when I still lived here. I could swing by, grab a couple slices of my favorite cherry blossom pie and tell him that’s what I went out to get.Yeah, that could work.It had been a while since I went around this area, so I had to especially keep my eyes peeled for any sign of the bakery. Thank goodne

Chapter 79: Slip of the Tongue

Sean’s P.O.VI watched as Pakin laid out a spread of baked goods on the dining table. He’d said he went to buy cherry blossom pie, but it turned out that he got a bunch of other things, too.I sat at the edge of my seat like I was ready to bold any second, staring at him. If he felt uncomfortable by the intensity of my gaze, he didn’t show it.Instead, he just unwrapped the boxes and set the delicate plates of cherry blossom pie, flaky croissants, and a medley of savory pastries down with an elegance that felt almost surreal.Miriam followed behind him with a porcelain teapot in hand, her face still painted with the worry she’d worn when I tried to leave earlier.I… didn't know what to think of her now. On one hand, she reminded me so badly of Pa Yiwa and that instantly put me at ease around her. But on the other hand, whenever I looked at her now, I couldn't help but remember the way she was flustere

...

5 6 7 8 9 10

SCAN CODE TO READ ON APP