Lahat ng Kabanata ng VENGEANCE IN HIS BED: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 46

We walked downstairs in a heavy, charged silence, our footsteps echoing lightly off the grand marble staircase of the penthouse before we entered the private elevator. The driver was already waiting at the underground garage, holding the heavy door of the armored SUV open for us. We climbed into the leather interior, and the vehicle glided out into the night.The drive was remarkably quiet and short. Before I could even finish calming my erratic pulse, the vehicle slowed to a smooth crawl, navigating a pristine, manicured driveway. Looking out the tinted window, I realized the driver had pulled into the exclusive parking lot of an incredibly expensive-looking restaurant. The architecture was a sleek blend of dark glass and modern limestone, shielded from the main road by high, lush hedges.The driver quickly hopped out to open the door for us. Before stepping out into the warm evening air, Ethan paused. He leaned slightly toward me, his deep, authoritative voice slicing through the sh

I retreated back into my screen, mindlessly scrolling through my phone to drown out the mortifying echo of my own voice, but it didn't take long before the bright light of the screen eventually blurred, my eyelids growing heavy under the weight of the day's weariness until I finally dozed off into an uninterrupted slumber.But then again, the peacefulness of my sleep was short lived as my mind drifted into a beautifully vivid, romantic yet questionable dream, a stark contrast to the sharp, guarded reality of my life with Ethan Vale. In the dream, the usual uncertainty and apprehension that always hung between us had completely evaporated, replaced by a radiant, golden warmth. We were outdoors, in a massive, sun-drenched meadow that seemed to stretch on forever. Ethan was laughing, a real, booming, unburdened sound that I had never heard from him in waking life. He was completely spoiling me, showering me with beautifully wrapped gifts, each one more thoughtful than the last, his dark

From primal passion to absolute corporate professionalism. For the next four and a half hour, we were forced to lock our focus completely on the brand executives, navigating the complexities of business. Despite the invisible static still buzzing between our skins, my fingers flew across the keyboard, recording every marketing metric while Ethan commanded the virtual room with his signature, icy precision.But the very second the final executive signed off and the connection severed, the corporate mask shattered.Ethan slammed his laptop shut with a sharp, definitive click. Before the echo could even fade, his large hand shot across the console, his fingers wrapping around my forearm with an iron grip that yanked me forward. In one breathless second, I was hovering directly over him, my hands planting against the arms of his chair for balance as his dark gaze devoured my face.He claimed my lips with a sudden, bruising hunger, his tongue driving deep into my mouth to possess me all ov