Lahat ng Kabanata ng Reborn To Seduce My Bully's Alpha Father : Kabanata 191 - Kabanata 200

Chapter 191The letter arrived on a Thursday.Physical post. An envelope with his handwriting on the front, not a name, just the estate address, which told me he'd thought about whether to put my name on it and decided against it. Like even the act of addressing it to me was a claim he didn't have the right to make anymore.I recognised the handwriting from nothing specific. Just from knowing it was his.I put it on my desk and went back to what I was working on.Picked it up an hour later.It was four pages.Not neat. The handwriting changed pressure throughout, tighter in some sections, looser in others, the physical record of someone who had started this several times and kept going past the places where stopping would have been easier.He hadn't tried to make it beautiful. That was the first thing I noticed. There was no careful construction of language designed to make himself look better than he was. Just sentences that said what they needed to say, some of them clumsy, some of

Chapter 193 He was staying at a small property in the city. Not the estate, we hadn't reached that yet, and neither of us had suggested it. The estate was mine in a way that still felt new and precious and not ready to be navigated alongside the specific complexity of getting to know a person who was connected to me in a way I had no framework for. He'd found the property through a contact. Something furnished and sufficient. Temporary in the way that things were temporary when someone was waiting to understand what permanent meant in a new context. I met him there on a Sunday afternoon. He made tea. I had noticed this about him, that he defaulted to the small practical gestures when he was uncertain, the way my mother defaulted to pasta and my father defaulted to bad jokes. It was a reveal, that pattern. Something true about a person visible in what their hands did when their mind was working on something harder. He brought the cups to the small table and sat across from me an

Chapter 195I made a list on a Tuesday morning.Not because lists were how I processed things anymore I had moved past the notebook phase, past the obsessive cataloguing of threats and timelines and what needed managing next. I made this list because the year was approaching something that felt like a pause, and pauses were the right time to look honestly at what remained rather than pretending the pause was a conclusion.I sat at the desk by the library window with the morning light coming through and wrote it plainly.Cassius.He was in European territory. Had been for months. The court's review of his fabricated family record was ongoing, moving at the pace of legal processes that served justice rather than urgency, which was slow and correct and insufficient for the specific impatience of knowing that a patient man was sitting somewhere across an ocean waiting for his next viable angle.He would find one eventually.I didn't know its shape yet. Neither did Dante, whose intelligenc

Chapter 197The estate was quieter at night than it was in the day.Not empty, it was never fully empty, with Dante's security rotation and the overnight staff and the particular alive quality of a large property that had learned, over the years it had been properly inhabited, to keep its own rhythm regardless of who was awake inside it. But quieter. The particular quality of a building that had let the day go and was existing in its own company for a while.The dining room was lit warmly.Not the formal dining room, they didn't use that for just the two of them, hadn't since the early weeks when the formality had been a useful structure and had since become unnecessary. The smaller room off the kitchen, with the table that sat six and was usually set for two, with the window that looked out onto the south garden and the particular quality of autumn darkness that made the garden look like it was being kept somewhere safe until morning.Matthias and Aria sat across from each other.Dan

Chapter 199She went to the gate on a Thursday morning for no particular reason.Not leaving. Not arriving. Not meeting anyone or seeing anyone off or performing any of the functions that gates existed to facilitate. Just walking down the private drive in the autumn morning with her coffee going cold in her hand and the particular quality of a person who had decided to stand somewhere and look at something properly.The drive took five minutes at the pace she walked it.She had walked it hundreds of times now. In both directions, in all weathers, in all the moods that a year inside this estate had produced. She knew the places where the gravel was thinner, the spot near the third lamp post where the drainage wasn't quite right and water pooled after rain, the section of hedge that the groundskeeping crew always missed slightly on the left side.She knew it the way you knew things you had lived alongside until they became part of the texture of your own life.She reached the gate and s