All Chapters of REBORN TO LOVE MY FATHER-IN-LAW: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Luca's POV "You took it for granted," she said plainly. "You had all of that from her and you treated it like background noise. You came to me instead because I wasn't chasing you and that made me interested." She stopped, and something in her expression shifted — not softened, but changed, like the anger had moved and revealed something underneath it. "And now look at us." I said nothing. "She stopped chasing," Zara said. "The moment Scarlett stopped turning her whole life toward you, you noticed her. And now I'm the one calling eleven times and counting. Now I'm the one adjusting my schedule and rearranging my day and trying to figure out how to hold your attention for longer than a conversation." She held my gaze. "I became her, Luca. And you became you." The room was quiet for a moment. I wanted to tell her she was wrong. I had the words arranged and ready, the reasonable explanation that reframed everything she had just said in a way that made it less accurate, or at least

Scarlett's POV The hallway was quieter here, the muffled bass of the clubhouse music becoming something distant and untextured the further I moved from it. I took the stairs and turned toward the corridor that led to Dominic's study, my pace unhurried and my face arranged.The study door was closed.Not slightly open. Not fully open. Closed, which according to the system I had quietly established over weeks of reading this door meant a meeting was in progress.At this hour.I stood in front of it for a moment.There was a voice on the other side. Dominic's, low and measured, the cadence of someone in the middle of explaining something. And then another voice, responding to him. Lighter. A woman's.I knew that voice.I knew it from a sunlit outdoor lounge and a first introduction with a hand extended and a smile that had been directed entirely at Dominic and not at the other person standing directly beside him.I pushed the door open.Liana looked up first. She was seated in the chair

Scarlett's POV I was afraid that distance would undo something that was still being built. Those two days away, in open territory, with someone uncomplicated and warm and present, would give Dominic enough room to remember all the reasons that choosing me required more than choosing someone else. The prophecy and the first life, alongside the fact that I had once poured poison into his whiskey with my own hands and watched him drink it.Liana had never done anything like that to anyone.The access door opened behind me.I did not turn around. I assumed it was Luca and I was already arranging what I planned to say to him, which was very little."You are not easy to find," Cain said. "Fortunately, I have been finding difficult things for a long time."I turned then. He was standing in the doorway in his dark coat, looking out at the ground like he was reading them like a book. He came and sat beside me on the ledge uninvited, and he was so close to me that his shoulder was a few inche

Dominic's POV The convoy formed up, including four bikes behind me, and at the back of the formation, Liana's silver car, already running.I pulled forward toward the gates.The pack guard opened them, and I rode through, the morning air hitting me cold and flat, radiating the smell of the territory in winter: earth and frost alongside another unusual smell, living beneath both.I did not look back.I got treacherous at the end of the entrance track where it met the main road, and something made me look up.Third floor of the pack house. The window at the far left of the building, the one that caught the morning light on the wrong side of the day and was therefore always slightly dim. She was standing in it with her arms at her sides, not pressed against the glass, or waving, not even performing anything. Just standing, and looking out…looking at me.I held it. Two seconds, exactly, the gates still open behind me and her in the window, plus the distance between us and the cold morni

Dominic's POV "Your father trained you well," I said.She looked at the fire. "My father taught me everything he knew about the land, the law and the documentation." A pause. "He also spent the first fifteen years of my life introducing me to every room I walked into as his daughter rather than as myself. It took me a while to understand that they were two different educations."“And how old were you when you sensed the difference?” "Seventeen, I guess,” she answered. “There was a territorial negotiation, which my father brought me to observe. I had done my own preparation, independent of his, and my figures were more accurate than the ones his team had produced." She looked at her cup. "He did not use mine, he used his team's. Later, I questioned him the reason he told me the Alpha would not have received the information as something significant because it's coming from me.” She expressed pain with the expression of comfort, and I could tell she had definitely moved past it. “He w