All Chapters of Ruin Me Step Daddy: Forbidden Cravings : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The suspicion started with a single text.Eleanor Vale had always been observant. Cold, elegant, and strategic—the perfect trophy wife for a man like Sebastian. Their marriage had been a business contract from day one, with separate bedrooms, separate lives, and an unspoken agreement never to ask questions. But something had shifted in the last two weeks.She noticed the extra hours at the penthouse. The way Sebastian’s phone stayed face-down more often. The faint scent of a woman’s perfume—something floral and young—that clung to his collars. And most damning of all, the marks on his neck that no amount of high collars could fully hide.On Wednesday afternoon, Eleanor arrived unannounced at Hale Tower.Vivienne was in Sebastian’s office when the door opened without a knock. She was perched on the edge of his desk, legs crossed, reviewing documents while Sebastian’s hand rested possessively on her thigh under the desk. They sprang apart just in time.“Eleanor,” Sebastian said smoothly

The fight had been building for days.It exploded on Friday night.Sebastian had spent the entire day in back-to-back meetings trying to contain the latest leak—someone had tipped off a journalist about irregularities in the Hale Media accounts. The story hadn’t broken yet, but it was close. Too close.Vivienne had pushed hard for them to go public with what they knew. To expose the old corruption on their own terms before it was used against them. Sebastian refused.They were in the penthouse living room when it detonated.“You’re being a coward!” Vivienne shouted, pacing in nothing but a silk slip. “We have the evidence. We could end this now!”Sebastian’s jaw was tight, eyes blazing. “And risk everything? Your father returns in two days. Eleanor is threatening to burn us. The board is already suspicious. If we move too soon, we lose control of the narrative—and we lose each other.”“I’m not some fragile doll you need to protect!” she fired back. “I came back ready to fight for this

The city lights blurred past the car windows as Sebastian drove through the rain-slicked streets. His hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white. For three agonizing days, he had torn himself apart trying to respect Vivienne’s wish for space. He had barely slept. Barely eaten. The penthouse felt like a tomb without her laughter, her scent, her fire.But enough was enough.He had spent every waking hour since she left gathering weapons—digital and otherwise. The folder on the passenger seat contained the nuclear option: complete documentation of fifteen years of buried scandals, proof of the external blackmail ring targeting the Hale empire, copies of Eleanor’s communications with board members, and his own formal letter of resignation as COO, dated that morning and already emailed to the entire board and Richard Hale.No more half-measures.He found her hotel through a private investigator he trusted. Room 1427. When she opened the door at 2:17 a.m., wearing n

The Amalfi Coast villa sat perched on a dramatic cliffside, its whitewashed walls glowing warmly under the golden Italian sunset. Six months had passed since the explosive confrontation that changed everything. Six months of rebuilding, of healing, of learning how to love openly without the shadow of secrecy and danger hanging over them.Vivienne stood on the expansive terrace overlooking the turquoise sea, the warm breeze tugging at the hem of her flowing white sundress. Her hair was loose, skin kissed by the Mediterranean sun. She had never felt more alive.Strong arms wrapped around her from behind. Sebastian pulled her back against his solid chest, pressing a lingering kiss to the side of her neck.“Penny for your thoughts, my love?” he murmured, his deep voice sending pleasant shivers down her spine.She leaned into him, smiling. “Just thinking about how far we’ve come. From forbidden glances and stolen moments in your office… to this. Real freedom.”Sebastian turned her in his a

Freya woke up to the smell of coffee and the low hum of the city waking up far below the loft. Her body felt heavy in the unfamiliar bed, sheets twisted around her legs like she’d fought them all night. She had. Dreams of Rowan’s hand on her jaw, his thumb dragging across her lip, had kept her restless until the early hours.She pulled on the oversized black t-shirt she’d found in the dresser—his, obviously—and padded barefoot down the hall. The shirt hit mid-thigh and carried the faint scent of his skin. Dangerous little comfort.Rowan was already in the kitchen, back to her, pouring coffee like he’d been up for hours. Gray sweatpants again. No shirt. The man clearly had no mercy. Muscles moved under his skin as he reached for mugs, the scars catching morning light in ways that made her fingers itch for her camera.“You sleep okay?” he asked without turning around. His voice was gravel-rough, like he hadn’t slept much either.“Like shit,” she answered honestly, sliding onto one of th