All Chapters of Under His Roof, Her Game : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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After the applause

ELARAThe silence in my bedroom feels heavier than the ballroom ever did.Out there, everything was noise. Cameras. Laughter. Glasses touching. People talking too much, too fast, too loudly. Every sound trying to prove something.In here, there is nothing.Just quiet.Just me.I stand in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection. My dress is still on. The zipper hangs halfway down my back where I stopped pulling it. The fabric clings to my body, heavy and warm now, like it doesn’t belong to me anymore.My earrings are still in. Diamonds.I lift my hand slowly. My fingers don’t shake.I remove one earring first.Then the other.I place them carefully on the table in front of me. Not dropped. Not tossed.Placed.Everything must be placed.Everything must be controlled.I look at myself again.My face looks the same.Calm.Empty.No fear.No relief.Nothing.But my mind isn’t empty.It replays the moment.Adrian Voss.His voice. His smile. His eyes.The way he stood too close.The wa

In the quiet of the room

Mateo’s POVElara stands near the door, perfectly composed. Her eyes follow me without flinching. Not intimidated. Not impressed. Not afraid. Just… calm.And tonight… it unsettles me more than fear ever could.I sit at the room desk, fingers tapping lightly on the polished wood. The sound echoes in the silence. Just enough to punctuate the air. I want to break the quiet, but I don’t. I want her to speak first.She doesn’t.Her hands are folded in front of her, small, delicate, precise. She tilts her head slightly, waiting. Observing. Measuring.I clear my throat. “Sit.”She moves like she owns none of the space, yet somehow dominates it. She perches on the edge of the chair across from me, posture straight, no nervous shifting, no fidgeting.I study her. Study the way her eyes don’t dart to the door, the way her hands remain steady. Calm. So calm.I lean back, trying to assert something. Dominance. Power. Something to remind her who’s in charge. “Tell me… were you afraid today?”The q

Trust

ELARAThe late afternoon sunlight poured softly through the tall windows of my bedroom, turning everything gold. The room was quiet except for the faint ticking of the clock near the fireplace. I sat by the window in a loose cream-colored dress, slowly turning the pages of a book I had not truly been reading for the last twenty minutes.My mind was somewhere else.The house had changed after Bianca left. Even the air felt different now. Quieter. Careful. The maids spoke softly again. The guards laughed sometimes downstairs when they thought nobody important could hear them. Luna had become more restless lately, clinging tighter to Mateo whenever she could.And Mateo…I stared down at the same page for a long moment.Mateo had started looking at me differently.Not with desire. Not yet. It was something else. Something slower. More dangerous.Trust.A soft knock suddenly pulled me from my thoughts.I looked toward the door. “Come in.”One of the maids stepped inside carefully. Young. N

What really happened?

ELARAI sat in front of my vanity mirror slowly removing my jewelry one piece at a time. My earrings rested beside the silver brush on the table. My bracelet followed after that. Then my rings.My reflection stared back at me calmly.Too calmly.I looked tired tonight. The charity event yesterday had drained everyone in the house in different ways. Mateo had spent most of the evening locked inside his office. I lifted my hand and unclasped the necklace around my throat just as the bedroom door suddenly swung open without warning.I looked up immediately.Luna stepped inside.She didn’t slam the door behind her. She closed it softly instead, which somehow felt worse.Her makeup was slightly ruined around her eyes like she had cried earlier and tried fixing it afterward. Her lipstick had faded. Her breathing looked uneven even though she was trying hard to appear calm.I slowly turned in my chair to face her fully.“Luna.”She smiled.Not warmly.“You’re awake,” she said lightly.“I wa

Luna's room

ELARAMy room had already been cleaned perfectly. The blood was gone. The broken glass was gone. The cracked table had disappeared. Even the scratches on the wall had been painted over.Like none of it had happened.I stood for a few seconds with my fingers lightly resting against the doorframe. My bruises still ached under the silk sleeve of my dress. Purple marks wrapped around my wrist from where Luna had grabbed me that night. There was still a cut near my lip too.The maids lowered their eyes when they walked past me.One of them whispered softly, “Good morning, Signora.”Her voice carried pity. Fear too.I nodded once. “Good morning.”She hurried away after that.Everyone moved carefully around me now.The guards spoke softer.The maids stared at me like I might suddenly break apart in front of them.Even the older women in the kitchen stopped gossiping whenever I entered the room.It was strange.Nobody looked at me like a murderer.Nobody looked suspicious.They looked sorry f

Bianca wants to come home

ELARAI sat across from Mateo at the long wooden table near the fireplace, sorting through paperwork while he read over shipment reports. The lamp beside him cast a warm golden light across his face, but it did nothing to soften the tiredness in his eyes. He looked exhausted lately. Not weak. Mateo would never allow himself to look weak. But there was something darker now. Something drained.A glass of whiskey rested near his hand. Half empty.Another one already sat abandoned near the edge of the desk.He had been drinking more.I noticed everything.Neither of us spoke much. Papers shifted softly beneath my fingers while rain poured outside. The fire cracked quietly in the background. Mateo occasionally glanced toward me without saying anything, and every single time, I pretended not to notice.Then the office phone rang.The sound cut through the silence sharply enough to make Mateo look up immediately.He frowned slightly before reaching for it.“Yeah.”His voice was calm, low, co

You came

ELARAThe weather was cold enough to make the windows fog slightly during the drive. Rainwater slid slowly across the car glass while the city passed by in blurry gray shapes outside. I sat quietly in the backseat beside Dario, my hands resting calmly in my lap, though my thoughts had been moving nonstop since morning.Neither of us spoke much during the drive.The psychiatric facility stood on a quiet hill outside the city. Large gray building. Tall gates. Clean white walls. It looked more like an expensive hotel than a place where broken people were sent to disappear quietly.But the moment I stepped inside, the smell hit me immediately.Disinfectant.Medicine.Something cold underneath it.The lobby was silent except for the faint ticking of a clock behind the front desk. Even the nurses spoke quietly here, like loud voices might crack something fragile.A woman in pale blue scrubs approached us politely. She looked young. Maybe early thirties.“Mrs. Navarro,” she greeted softly.I

What did you mean?

MATEOEvery morning, breakfast waited at the same hour. Every evening, the mansion became quieter after midnight, the guards rotating shifts downstairs while rain or wind pressed softly against the windows outside. Business continued. Meetings continued. Life moved forward like nothing terrible had happened inside these walls.And somehow… Elara had become part of all of it naturally.The seat beside me at dinner no longer felt strange when she occupied it. Some nights we barely spoke, yet the silence never felt uncomfortable. She would sit across from me in my office reading paperwork quietly while I handled meetings or calls, and oddly enough, the room always felt calmer when she was there.She never interrupted.Never demanded attention.Never tried to impress me.That should have made her forgettable.Instead, it made her impossible to ignore.After difficult meetings, I found myself walking toward wherever she was without thinking about it first. Sometimes the library. Sometimes

The object

MATEOI wasn’t supposed to be in Elara’s room.That thought kept repeating in my head while I stood in the middle of the dim bedroom with my hands in my pockets, staring at the half-open wall beside her bookshelf.The room smelled faintly like vanilla and cold rain. Soft. Clean. Her perfume lingered lightly in the air, mixed with the scent of old paper from the books stacked near the window. Everything looked exactly like her. Calm. Neat. Controlled.Too controlled.I had only come to look for a document.That was the excuse, anyway.Elara had gone into town earlier with Dario. One of the accountants needed her signature for charity paperwork connected to the foundation, and she had forgotten a file in her room. She told one of the maids to let me know where it was if I needed it.Simple.But nothing about the last few weeks had felt normal.Ever since that night outside her bedroom door… ever since I heard her speaking quietly into the phone about Bianca’s medication… something insid

Truth or performance

ELARA Mateo had always been observant, but now he watched me with a kind of quiet focus that made the air around him feel sharper.Like he was trying to solve me.The terrifying part was that he still stayed close to me anyway.That was what made me realize he knew something.Or suspected something.A normal man would have pulled away. Become colder. Distant. Careful.Mateo did the opposite.He came to breakfast earlier just to sit with me while I drank coffee. He started asking whether I slept well. Whether my shoulder still hurt from Luna’s attack. Whether I wanted more guards outside my room at night.Protective.Gentle.But underneath it… there was tension now.Suspicion breathing quietly beneath kindness.And I could feel it every time he looked at me.That morning, rain tapped softly against the dining room windows while I sat across from him eating fruit I barely tasted. The mansion felt colder lately. Even the staff moved more carefully now, speaking quieter in the hallways l

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