All Chapters of Accidentally Slept with My Ex-Boyfriend's Father: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Scarlett's POV Later that night, darkness had already fallen over London. I parked in front of the hotel. An imposing building of glass and steel, with a lit entrance that screamed luxury. I wore a tight lilac dress that hugged my body like a glove, accentuating every curve. The red lipstick contrasted with my pale skin. My short dark hair was perfectly styled. The high heels made me feel powerful, every step an assertion. I got out of the car, the cold night air hitting my skin. I walked toward the hotel entrance, my heart pounding, my breathing controlled. I picked up my phone. I sent a message to Claire. A distraction. An excuse. **"Claire, I'm at the hotel. I forgot to ask you to sign some documents before the campaign. Can you come down?"** The reply came quickly: **"Oh, Scarlett, what a pain! I'm so tired. My husband will come down to grab a few things for dinner. Ask him to sign for me. I'll stay here and rest."** Perfect. I put my phone away. I looked ahead. And I s

Scarlett's POV I stood up slowly, feeling the weight of Claire's gaze on me. I forced a smile, smoothed my lilac dress with a gesture I hoped looked natural, and walked toward her with steady steps. She was disheveled. No makeup, her face tired, her hair pulled back in a messy bun. Her house clothes, a blue silk robe that barely hid the pajamas underneath, clashed with the sophisticated atmosphere of the bar. Visibly irritated. Visibly suspicious. "Claire!" My voice came out sweet, warm, as if I were meeting an old friend. I extended my arms, ready for a hug she didn't return. "I've missed you so much! Mr. Sterling decided to bring me here after I had some dizzy spells. It was so kind of him." She didn't smile. Her eyes traveled over my face, my tight dress, my high heels. Then they slid to Marcus, who was still standing beside the table, the whiskey glass in his hand. "Dizzy spells?" Her voice was sweet, but there was a thread of steel underneath. "And you were literally drinkin

Chloe's POV For a few seconds, neither of us said anything. I could still feel the warmth of the hug. My hands had touched his face, my arms had wrapped around his body, and for a few seconds, I had simply forgotten all the questions that tormented me. But now they were coming back. One after another. They were questions I didn't want to answer. Because there was one thing I had known about myself for practically my entire life. I liked women. I had always known that. It wasn't a recent discovery. It wasn't a passing phase. For years, that was how I understood myself, how I presented myself to the world, and how I imagined my relationships. Men had never awakened in me what women did. Never. So why could he make my heart beat that way? That was the part that scared me. He watched me in silence, as if waiting for something. "Chloe?" I blinked. "Yes?" "Are you okay?" I let out a small laugh, trying to disguise my nervousness. "I don't know." He frowned slightly. "Th

Arthur's POV The day had arrived. I was standing at the door of the building that was once mine. Now, the sign at the entrance bore a different name. Peterson Carter Agency & Vivienne's. A mishmash of egos and betrayals that made me laugh on the inside. Mrs. Fontana was beside me, her eyes fixed on the glass and steel facade. "As you can see, Arthur, things around here are chaotic." She gestured with her head toward the sign. "They changed the name, changed the leadership, changed practically everything. The only thing they couldn't change was the problems." "Right." I clenched my fists inside my pockets. "But that ends today." She looked at me with a discreet smile. "Let's go." We walked in. The lobby was full of people. Models, employees, security guards. The movement was intense, the buzz of conversations filling the space. But when I walked through the main door, something shifted. People began to look. Murmurs began to spread. Some models stopped talking mid-sentence. Emp

Arthur's POV Peterson rose slowly, unbuttoned the top button of his jacket, and ran a hand through his hair with a gesture I knew all too well. It was his tell. He did that every time he was about to say something "important." "Well, well, well." He looked around the room with a lopsided smile. "Since we're on the subject of control and shares, ladies and gentlemen, I think it's time everyone knew the true financial situation of this company. I mean, of our company, love." He placed a hand on Vivienne's shoulder with a familiarity that made me roll my eyes internally. She pulled away slightly, her face tense. "Peterson, what are you doing?" she asked, her voice low. "I'm saving what's left, love." He didn't look at her. He picked up a pen and began tapping it against the table in a slow, irritating rhythm. "While you were away at your treatments in Switzerland, the company was sinking. The accounts weren't balancing. The investments were bleeding money. The new direction we imp