All Chapters of Rejected by One, Wanted by Another : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

They stumbled backward without breaking the kiss. Her coat slipped from her shoulders and pooled on the floor. Jonathan’s hands roamed her body with urgent hunger—sliding down her back, gripping her waist, then lower to cup her ass and lift her against him. She wrapped her legs around his hips instinctively as he carried her to a table in the hallway, sweeping aside a lamp and a stack of documents with one arm. Papers fluttered to the floor like fallen leaves. He set her on the edge, stepping between her thighs, and finally tore his mouth from hers to trail scorching kisses down her neck. His teeth grazed her pulse point; sucking her hard and marking her. She arched with a gasp, her head falling back, offering more of herself. “Jonathan…” His name left her lips like a plea. Her hands shoved at his shirt, buttons scattering as she ripped it open. She pressed her palms to his bare chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart and the heat of his skin. He yanked her blouse open in retur

Back in the Matthews’ family mansion. A crystal ashtray flew across the office and exploded against the wall. Adrian barely managed to dodge it. The shattered pieces scattered across the floor as Arthur Matthews rose from behind his desk, his face red with fury. "What were you thinking?" he thundered. Adrian stiffened. He hadn't seen his father this angry in years. "Father—" "No." Arthur slammed both hands onto the desk. "What possessed you to stop Thomas Quinn's medical funding?" Adrian's jaw tightened. "Blake Holdings hit us again this morning," he said. "We're losing money every day. Lucy is connected to Jonathan Blake. She had to understand there are consequences." Arthur stared at him in disbelief. Then he laughed. "You really are an idiot." Adrian's face darkened. Arthur walked around the desk and stopped directly in front of him. "Do you know why Lucy is still here?" Adrian said nothing. "She isn't here because she loves you. She isn't here because she

Lucy stared at her reflection and wanted to laugh. Because the thought of it was ridiculous. "Charity gala," she muttered bitterly. There was nothing charitable about tonight. The entire city had spent the last twenty-four hours tearing her apart. Strangers who had never met her were calling her a liar, a cheat, a gold digger, and a traitor. Reporters were camped outside her parents' home. Her mother was afraid to answer the front door. Her brother couldn't leave the house without being shouted at. And somehow she was expected to smile through all of it. Lucy pulled a pale blue dress from the wardrobe, then immediately tossed it back. The neckline was too low… the bruise on her throat would show. A fitted red gown followed, it was too revealing. A cream-colored dress… it was too thin. Finally, she found a black gown tucked toward the back of the closet. The high neckline covered the marks on her throat. The long sleeves hid the bruises scattered across her arms. The dar

Adrian stumbled through the door of the guesthouse, the whiskey still burning in his veins and blurring the edges of the world. Zoe was waiting, just like she always was, curled up on the couch in nothing but a silk slip that barely reached her thighs. Her face lit up the second she saw him, a bright, hungry smile spreading across her lips. “Adrian,” she purred, rising smoothly and meeting him halfway. “You came to me again. Drunk and horny, just how I like you.” He grabbed her waist, pulling her against his body. The scent of her… vanilla and something warmer, hit him hard. “Fuck, Zoe… needed you tonight.” His words slurred slightly as he crushed his mouth to hers, kissing her with sloppy, demanding hunger. She moaned into it, parting her lips and letting his tongue invade, tasting the liquor on him while her hands worked open his shirt buttons. “You’re so fucking hard already,” she whispered against his mouth, palming the thick bulge straining his pants. “Your wife doesn’t take

The Matthews mansion hadn't felt this lively in weeks. The long dining table was set with crystal glasses, and enough food to feed a few hundred people. Laughter drifted through the room as servants moved quietly between the guests, refilling glasses and replacing empty plates. For the first time since the corporate war began, the Matthews family looked relaxed. The scandal surrounding Lucy and Jonathan had done exactly what Arthur and Victoria wanted. Investors had stopped talking about Matthews Global's financial losses and started talking about the affair that dominated every headline instead. Blake Holdings was taking the hit, and the Matthews family finally felt like they were back in control. Arthur sat at the head of the table beside one of the company's oldest banking partners, Mr. Hills. Victoria looked happier than Lucy had seen in months. Every few minutes she lifted her wineglass with another satisfied smile. Only Lucy remained quiet. She sat beside Adrian with he