All Chapters of Pretty Lies, Perfect Revenge : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I swallowed hard, keeping my innocent and frightened facade firmly in place while my mind calculated every single word I was about to say.He leaned closer, his breath brushing my cheek. The scent of wood and air from him filled my senses again—grounding yet intoxicating, like stepping into an ancient forest after a storm. “You think you can just walk away after everything? After I’ve claimed you as mine?” His voice dropped lower, rougher, sending a shiver down my spine that wasn’t entirely feigned. “No one leaves me, little dove. Not when I’ve decided you stay.”Wait—what? The intensity in his eyes flickered for a split second, as if the raw possessiveness had surprised even him. He seemed to regain himself, slowly standing up from his kneeling position. The leather of the couch creaked softly under the shift of weight. Cassian ran a hand through his dark hair, composing his features into that controlled mask of authority I was beginning to recognize all too well.“You’re not going a

My gaze darkened as she reached me. I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her onto my lap, but my mind was elsewhere. I cupped one of her breasts roughly, bringing the soft mound to my mouth. I sucked her nipple hard, rolling it between my teeth until she moaned. It was still soft and responsive as ever, but I kept imagining Hazel’s breasts—smaller, perhaps, but perkier, with pale pink nipples that would tighten so beautifully under my tongue. Would Hazel’s skin taste sweeter? Would she whimper my name—Cassian—in that soft, trembling voice while I devoured her?Hanna ground her wet pussy against the hard ridge of my cock through my shorts, leaving a slick trail of her arousal on the fabric. “Fuck me, Cassian,” she breathed, reaching down to stroke my throbbing length. “I’m so wet for you already. Feel how my pussy is dripping.”I groaned, but it wasn’t entirely because of her. I yanked my shorts down, freeing my thick, veined cock. It sprang up, heavy and angry, the head glistening wi

Lila and I were still deep in conversation, laughing over her dramatic retelling of Mrs. Keller’s dramatic downfall, when distant noises drifted toward the guest house. At first, it sounded like casual chatter mixed with laughter, but the voices grew louder and clearer. They were heading straight in our direction.Lila and I exchanged a quick, wary glance. Without a word, she jumped up and moved behind my wheelchair, gripping the handles firmly. “Let’s see what’s going on,” she muttered, pushing me smoothly toward the front door.She opened it and wheeled me out onto the small porch. The warm afternoon sun hit my face as we stepped outside. There, walking along the stone path that led from the main mansion toward the guest house, was Cassian. He was laughing freely — a rich, deep sound I had rarely heard from him. Beside him walked two other men, both tall and sharply dressed in expensive casual wear. Hanna strolled on Cassian’s other side, her arm loosely linked with one of the men,

I felt it again — that heavy, uncomfortable feeling of being watched.My eyes slowly opened. The room was dark; night had already fallen. I sat up carefully in bed, my body still sore but the worst of the pain had dulled. I looked around the guest house bedroom, scanning every shadow, but I couldn’t see anyone.I pushed myself up and walked out of the bedroom, bare feet silent on the cool floor. The moment I stepped into the living room of the guest house, I froze.Hanna was sitting on the couch, legs crossed, staring directly at me.So she was the one watching me sleep. Funny. She must have slipped in while I was unconscious. I didn’t bother putting on my innocent act for her. There was no point. With just the two of us, the masks could drop.I walked over and sat down in the armchair opposite her, meeting her gaze head-on. “What do you want, Hanna?”She said nothing at first, just continued staring at me with those cold, calculating eyes. The silence stretched, until it became unbea

I remained curled against Cassian’s side on the large couch, his arm wrapped possessively around my waist. He hadn’t let me move from his lap since carrying me downstairs, and I didn’t fight it. The tension in the living room was thick enough to cut with a knife. Hanna had stormed off earlier but was now lingering near the bar area, nursing a glass of wine with barely contained rage. Darren and Hans sat across from us, their earlier business talk long forgotten.Cassian finally broke the heavy silence, his deep voice calm but authoritative. “So, why did you two really come over tonight?”Darren leaned back in his seat, exchanging a quick glance with Hans before speaking. “We’ve been friends for years, Cassian. Close friends. I want to know why you suddenly chose to get a mistress now. And right under your wife’s roof, no less.”Cassian stared at Darren like the man had lost his mind. His body tensed beneath me. “What the fuck are you talking about?”I said nothing. I simply rested my