All Chapters of Accidentally Slept with My Ex-Boyfriend's Father: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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Chapter 61 [No Escape]

Marcus's POV The hotel suite was silent except for the distant hum of Tokyo waking up outside the window. The sun was rising over the city, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink that should have been beautiful. I didn't notice. My eyes were on her. Emily stood by the window, her arms wrapped around her body, her back to me. She hadn't moved in minutes. Maybe hours. The blue dress she wore was wrinkled from the flight, her hair messy, her shoulders tense. "Emily," I called. She didn't turn. Didn't move. Didn't even acknowledge I had spoken. "Emily, please." Nothing. Just the rigid line of her spine, the way her fingers dug into her own arms. "What do you want, Marcus?" Her voice was flat. Cold. She still didn't turn around. "I want to talk." "We've talked." "We've yelled. We've accused. We've hurt each other." I took a step closer. She didn't move away, but her shoulders tightened. That was something. That was nothing. "We've never really talked." "Because there's

Chapter 62 [The Dress]

Emily's POVThe hotel room felt smaller now.The walls were closing in around me, the floor seemed to have grown colder beneath my bare feet.Marcus stood by the window, his back to me, a dark silhouette against the Tokyo skyline. The morning sun painted everything gold, but inside I felt only gray."You were different in college," I said, my voice low. "You seemed like someone else. Someone who cared. Someone who listened.""And now?" He didn't turn around."Now I don't recognize you."He turned. His blue eyes were calm, but there was a coldness in them that chilled my spine."People change, Emily.""People don't turn into monsters overnight."He took a step toward me. I stepped back. The bed hit the back of my knees."Monster?" He repeated the word as if tasting it. "Is that how you see me?""What do you want me to see? A man who kidnapped me? Who brought me to the other side of the world against my will?""I brought you here so we could give our love a chance.""There's no love her

Chapter 63 [The Choice]

Emily's POV The judge raised his eyes from the paper and fixed them on me. The pen was in my hand. The white paper in front of me. The world waiting. "Emily Rose Parker," he said, his voice deep, his English accent thick, "do you take this man to be your lawful husband?" Silence settled in the room. I looked at Marcus. His smile was a well of darkness. His blue eyes shone with contained fury. I looked at the unknown people. The suited men. The dressed-up women. The rehearsed smiles. The photographers' cameras. I looked at the white dress that covered me. The lace scratched my skin. The pearls glowed under the chandelier's light. "No," I said. The room fell silent. A heavy, dense silence that tightened my chest. "I do not accept." Marcus blinked. Just once. The smile froze on his face. "Who are these people?" I continued, my voice gaining strength. Fear turned into anger. "What kind of theater is this? Did you hire actors to manipulate me?" The gray-suited man in the back ex

Chapter 65 [I need to talk to you]

Nathalie's POVThe taxi moved through the streets of New York as if the driver was also in a hurry to get somewhere. I couldn't see anything. Couldn't hear anything. I just felt the weight of guilt pressing on my chest like someone was sitting on top of me."We're almost there, ma'am," said the driver, a middle-aged man with a Middle Eastern accent, his eyes glancing at the rearview mirror every now and then."Thank you," I answered, my voice coming out weaker than I wanted.My phone vibrated in my lap. Sebastian. Again. The fourth call in twenty minutes.I answered."Nathalie, finally!" His voice was breathless, worried. "Where's Emily? I've tried calling her a million times. Her phone goes straight to voicemail. Sebastian is desperate, the whole studio is falling apart.""I don't know where she is, Sebastian," I lied. The lie tasted like bile in my mouth. "She disappeared…""Nathalie?""I don't know anything, Sebastian. Sorry. I have to go."I hung up.The phone fell on the seat nex

Chapter 65 [The Conspiracy]

Nathalie's POV The taxi moved through the streets of New York as if the driver was in a hurry too. I saw nothing. Heard nothing. I only felt the weight of guilt pressing on my chest like someone was sitting on top of me. "We're almost there, ma'am," the driver said. "Thank you," I replied, my voice coming out weaker than I wanted. My phone vibrated. Sebastian. Again. The fourth call in twenty minutes. I answered. "Nathalie, finally!" His voice was breathless. "Where is Emily? We're all desperate, the whole studio is falling apart, she was supposed to present the results of the last photos from the last session's shoot." "I don't know where she is," I lied. The lie tasted like bile in my mouth. "I have to go." I hung up. Judas. That's what I was. A Judas. The best friend who sold out her sister for crumbs of attention from a man who would never love her. The taxi stopped in front of Peterson's hotel. I paid with bills I barely looked at. I got out of the car. My legs were trem

Chapter 66 [You have no choice]

Emily's POV The pen was still in my hand. I stared at the paper without being able to think of anything, just feeling the cold sweat running down my back. I wanted to forget all of it and run away. Behind me, the photographers wouldn't stop taking pictures. The flashes exploded one after another, lighting up the small room every second. "You have no choice, love." Marcus's voice came low, close to my ear. He smiled at the cameras, but his teeth were clenched while his hand remained on my waist. The room was stuffy. I looked at the document again. Marcus's signature was there, in the space reserved for the groom. Marcus Alexander Sterling. The handwriting was slanted, large, taking up more space than it should. The pen had marked the paper so hard that the final stroke of the last letter had lightly torn the page. My name was missing. Emily Rose Parker. "Emily Rose Parker." The judge spoke loudly, snapping me out of my daze. He was an older man, with thick glasses and a br

Chapter 67 [She's Not Going Anywhere With You]

Emily's POV My heart raced when the photographers stopped making noise. Not all at once. It was gradual. As if someone had turned down the volume of the world. The flashes kept exploding, but the sound of the clicks seemed to come from underwater, distant, unreal, mixed with the sweat of fear running down my back. The door was still open. Arthur was still there, standing in the doorway. His breathing was getting heavier and heavier, as if he had run for miles. He looked like a man who had crossed hell on foot. His dark eyes slowly scanned the room. Past the guests, past the photographers, past the judge. They stopped on me. I felt his gaze like a touch. My chest tightened. My hands started trembling again. Something inside me stirred. He started walking. Slowly. Each step echoed on the wooden floor. The photographers fired their cameras. The flashes lit up his face every second, showing the exhaustion, the unshaven beard, the tense jaw. He didn't look sideways. He di

Chapter 68 [The Card]

Emily's POV The room was dark. It wasn't the darkness of night. It was something else. Something dense, heavy, clinging to the walls like something sticky. My feet didn't reach the floor. I was sitting on a wooden chair, the varnish worn, the smell of mold and old things. I was small. Very small. A man stood before me. I couldn't see his face. Just his broad shoulders, his large hands hanging by his sides, his wrinkled white shirt. The light came from behind him, creating a silhouette, hiding his eyes. My heart tightened. I should have been afraid, but I felt no fear. I felt an ancient sadness, as if I had known that man for a long time. "Emily." His voice was deep. Tired. "You look so much like your mother." My mother. The woman in the faded photograph on my grandmother's living room wall. The woman with the sad smile that no one wanted to mention. The woman who died when I was too young to remember her face without needing a photo. "Who are you?" My voice came out small

Chapter 69 [The Coup]

Vivienne's POVThe boardroom in Milan was exactly as I remembered it. The same long mahogany table, polished to a mirror shine. The same crystal chandeliers hanging from the frescoed ceiling. The same leather chairs where old men with old money sat judging everyone who walked through the door.But today, they were judging Arthur. Not me.I stood at the head of the table, my hands resting on the back of the chair where my husband used to sit. The chair where he made decisions that affected thousands of lives. The chair where he destroyed years of my family's legacy.Peterson was beside me, a folder under his arm, his face a perfect mask of loyalty. No one knew. No one could know."Ladies and gentlemen," I began, my voice steady, my Italian accent curling around each word like velvet. "Thank you for coming on such short notice and for making me return to Italy so soon."The board members murmured among themselves. Eleven men and two women. All dressed in dark suits. All wearing the sam

Chapter 70 [The Vote]

Vivienne's POVThe silence in the boardroom was absolute. Eleven men and two women stared at me as if I had just announced that I was going to set fire to the building. Mr. Bianchi's face had gone from red to purple. Mrs. Fontana's nails had stopped tapping. Even Peterson held his breath beside me."Signora Sterling," Mr. Bianchi finally said, his voice trembling with age and indignation, "with all due respect, you are not a member of this board. You have no voting rights. You have no legal standing to assume control of this company."I did not hesitate. I had expected this. I had prepared."I have shares, Mr. Bianchi. Twenty-three percent of this company belongs to me. My father's shares. My inheritance. The shares that Arthur cannot touch because they were never his.""Shares do not give you a seat at this table.""No. But they give me the power to call for a vote. And that is what I am doing."Mr. Bianchi opened his mouth to answer, but Mrs. Fontana raised her hand. The sharpness

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