All Chapters of My Mom’s Fiancé is my Mate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The car hummed smoothly through the rain-slicked streets, the city fading into upscale suburbs where mansions loomed like silent guardians. Aurelia stared out the window, her body still buzzing from the kiss, the fight drained out of her for the moment. Ronan's presence beside her was a heavy weight, his thigh brushing hers in the confined space. She didn't pull away, though every instinct screamed she should. The driver turned into a gated drive, the iron barriers swinging open as if recognizing the vehicle. The house, no, estate, that came into view dwarfed the one she shared with Selene. This place was a fortress of stone and glass, sprawling wings extending like arms ready to enclose everything within.Ronan didn't wait for the car to fully stop. He stepped out into the drizzle, umbrella discarded, and rounded to her door. Before she could protest, his arms scooped her up bridal-style, her wet clothes pressing against his dry shirt. She stiffened, hands instinctively gripping his

In the bedroom, he gently placed her on the bed and went to set the bath for her. The room was expansive, walls lined with dark wood panels that absorbed the soft glow from a single bedside lamp. Aurelia's body sank into the mattress, the silk sheets cool against her flushed skin, every muscle still thrumming from the earlier intensity. She watched Ronan move with purpose toward the adjoining bathroom, his presence filling the space even as he stepped away. The sound of water filling the tub echoed faintly, a rhythmic pour that did little to drown out the pounding in her ears.Later, he returned, his arms sliding under her without warning, lifting her as if she weighed nothing. She let out a soft gasp, her head resting against his shoulder, the scent of his cologne, musk and leather, wrapping around her. He carried her into the steamy bathroom and placed her in the bathtub, the hot water embracing her like a lover's hold, bubbles rising to caress her curves. Instinct kicked in; Aureli

Aurelia stepped out of the black car, her heels clicking on the pavement outside the company building. The morning air felt crisp against her skin, and she smoothed down her skirt before turning to the driver. 'Thanks for the ride,' she said with a quick smile, grabbing her bag from the seat.The man nodded, his face serious behind the wheel. 'You're welcome, miss.' She shut the door and started toward the entrance, but he rolled down the window and called out. 'Miss Nightbane?'She paused and turned back, one hand on her bag strap. 'Yes?''Mr. Ronan said he'll pick you up after work today. And your car? It got towed back to the house yesterday. Figured you'd want to know.'Aurelia blinked, surprise hitting her like a splash of cold water. Towed? She hadn't even thought about it last night, with everything that happened. 'Oh... okay. Thanks for letting me know.' She nodded, trying to play it cool, but her mind raced. Ronan planning her rides now? She pushed the thought aside and heade

The conference room buzzed with the final signatures on the contract, pens scratching against paper in a symphony of corporate finality. Aurelia's hand still trembled slightly from Ronan's earlier assault in his office, but she kept her composure, sliding the documents back across the table with a professional nod. Mr. Ellis gathered the copies, his face etched with relief, while the Armament delegates exchanged satisfied glances. Kai stood by the door, his posture straight and unreadable, arms crossed over his broad chest."All set," one of the executives said, standing to shake hands. "Pleasure doing business with NightTech. We'll be in touch for implementation."Aurelia forced a smile, her mind elsewhere, still replaying the way Ronan's fingers had curled inside her, pushing her over the edge right under the threat of discovery. She rose, smoothing her shirt, and followed Mr. Ellis as Kai led the way out of the room. The hallway stretched long and sterile, fluorescent lights hummin

Aurelia drove into the house, the engine of her car humming to a stop in the driveway as the evening shadows stretched across the manicured lawn. The grand facade of the mansion loomed before her, its windows glowing with warm light that belied the tensions simmering within. She killed the ignition, grabbed her bag, and headed inside, the front door creaking softly as she pushed it open. The sitting room was empty, the air still carrying the faint scent of polished wood and fresh flowers from the vase on the side table. Dinner was already set on the long dining table, plates of roasted chicken, steamed vegetables, and a salad glistening under the chandelier's soft illumination, but no one was around to claim it yet.Her stomach rumbled lightly, but the day's exhaustion weighed heavier. Spotting a bowl of fruit on the counter, she snatched a crisp red apple, sinking her teeth into its juicy flesh as she made her way upstairs. The stairs creaked under her steps, each one echoing her gro