All Chapters of Under His Roof, Her Game : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ELARAThe morning sun was spilling through the tall dining room windows, painting pale gold across the marble floor. The house looked peaceful. Beautiful. Quiet. Anyone walking through those halls would have thought everything was normal.I knew better.I sat at the dining table with a cup of coffee in my hands while Mateo read through documents beside me. The sound of paper turning filled the silence between us. It was a comfortable silence. The kind that had become strangely familiar over the past few weeks.Sofia entered carrying a tray.My eyes followed her immediately.Not because I wanted to.Because I couldn't stop noticing her anymore.She wore the same neat uniform as every other maid in the mansion, but she somehow always managed to stand out. Maybe it was because she was young. Maybe because she was beautiful. Or maybe because Mateo himself had brought her into this house.Whatever the reason was, she had become impossible to ignore."Good morning, Don Navarro," she said so

MATEO For the first time in weeks, I woke up feeling certain.Not calm.Not confident.Certain.There was a difference.But whenever it came to Elara, nothing was really clear. Every time I thought I had found proof, she somehow made me doubt my own eyes.That morning, I stood in front of the mirror while adjusting my tie and stared at my reflection for a long moment. The man looking back at me appeared exhausted. There were dark circles beneath my eyes from too many sleepless nights. Too many questions. Too many memories of Elara's voice inside my head.I finally walked downstairs and found her sitting near one of the large windows in the living room.She was reading.Of course she was reading.The sight annoyed me more than it should have.The world around her could be burning, and somehow she would still look peaceful.Sunlight poured through the glass and fell across her dark hair. Her legs were crossed neatly. One hand rested against the pages of her book. She looked completely

ELARA The sound of Mateo's voice cut through the strange haze inside my head."Elara."For a second, I simply stared at him.The world around me seemed frozen. The rain outside hammered against the windows. Sofia's weak gasps filled the hallway. The guards stood motionless a few feet away, looking shocked by what they had just witnessed. Nobody moved. Nobody spoke.And there I was.Kneeling over Sofia.My hands still wrapped around her throat.My fingers stained with blood.My breathing calm.Almost peaceful.Sofia let out a painful choking sound beneath me, and only then did I slowly release her neck.The moment my hands moved away, she sucked in a desperate breath. Her body shook violently as she rolled onto her side, coughing and crying at the same time. She looked broken. Her face was swollen. Her hair was a tangled mess. Blood trickled from a cut near her forehead.I looked down at her without feeling anything.Not guilt.Not regret.Nothing.My eyes slowly lifted back to Mateo.

ELARAI woke up that morning with my heart beating fast like a drum in my chest. The sunlight came through the big windows and made patterns on the floor but I did not feel warm inside. For the first time in many years I expected bad things to happen right away. I thought guards would come through the door with loud voices and take me away to some cold place. Or maybe Mateo would stand there looking at me with hate in his eyes and tell me to leave forever. My hands felt cold as I sat up in bed and looked around the quiet room. The broken things from yesterday were gone now like someone had cleaned up the mess while I slept. I got out of bed slowly and put on a simple dress. My mind kept spinning with questions that would not stop. Why was everything so peaceful after what I did to Sofia. People always ran away or tried to hurt me back when they saw the real me. That was how life worked in my world. But today the house stayed quiet and no one came for me. I walked downstairs with soft

ELARAI woke up slowly the next morning with warm sunlight coming through the big windows and touching my face gently. My body felt sore in all the good places from the night before with little aches between my legs and on my skin where Mateo had held me so tight. He was still sleeping deeply right beside me with his arm heavy across my waist like he did not want to let me go even in his dreams. I turned my head carefully and watched him for a long time without making any sound. His face looked peaceful and younger when he slept with no tight lines of worry showing around his eyes and mouth. His chest moved up and down in a slow steady rhythm and I could see the red marks my nails had left on his shoulder from how hard I grabbed him last night. A deep warm feeling spread through my whole chest as I looked at him lying there so close and real. He had seen the worst parts of me and still chose to stay and fuck me like I was everything he needed. That truth made the possessive part of me