All Chapters of VENGEANCE IN HIS BED: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The panic slowly faded as the rest of the night quieted down, and soon we were both under the sheets. Ethan dozed off almost immediately, his deep, steady breathing filling the dark space, while I just laid there with my eyes open, my mind racing as I began to think about a lot of things.It felt like the thin boundary between us was beginning to blur completely. To me, there was literally nothing holding it back anymore, it was just left for him to decide what we were. I had already given him my all, surrendering my body and my pride, and a scary voice in my head whispered that I might just always do about any other thing he says and wants. My original mission was getting blurred as well because deep down in my heart, I knew I was falling for Ethan helplessly. Despite him being so hard, cold, and too tough on the outside, he completely mesmerized me. He gives me these strange, wild butterflies that I can’t control, and every single time we are in the same room, I find myself craving

“God forbid I would crave Josh or compare his touch to this,” was my very first thought as I slowly cracked my eyes open.I glanced toward the windows and noticed the sky had already bruised into a deep twilight. It was evening already. I knew this long, impromptu daytime slumber meant I was going to face serious difficulty trying to sleep tonight, but it honestly wasn’t my doing. The savage encounter with Ethan had completely collapsed my mind and wrecked my whole body, I couldn't even hold myself awake no matter how hard I tried.A heavy, oppressive wave of guilt settled deep in my chest, pressing down on my lungs until it was physically hard to breathe. I lay there staring into the dim room, the lingering heat of Ethan’s touch still burning against my skin, and I hated myself for it. I truly, deeply cursed myself. Here I was, completely losing my mind over the exact same man I suspected of having a hand in my own sister's tragic death.It was a sick, twisted reality. If the roles w

I sat tightly on the edge of the large mattress, wiping the last of the damp tears from my face with the back of my hand. My body was still trembling from the nightmare, but I forced myself to steady my breathing. I needed to see Ethan’s reaction when I brought the song up. And I had to do it completely casually so he wouldn't get suspicious of my real motives.When he finally stepped out of the bathroom, a light cloud of white steam curled around his tall frame. He had a white towel hanging loosely around his neck, his dark hair damp and messy. The faint music had stopped, leaving the grand room in total quietness once again."I didn't know you listened to old Michael Jackson tracks," I remarked casually, swinging my legs slightly over the side of the bed to pretend I was just making idle conversation.He didn't skip a beat or acted shocked. Completely unbothered, he reached for a clean packaged shirt from the closet, his voice carrying a cold and distant tone. "I don't. The playlis

The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed and the soft sound of running water echoing from the bathroom told me Ethan was already in the shower, giving me the perfect opportunity to text aunt Beatrice before our trip starts. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand with shaking fingers and quickly typed out the message, begging her to find an excuse to keep me for a few days. I hit send, and almost instantly, the device began to vibrate in my palm. It was aunt Beatrice calling.I slid the button to answer and pressed the phone tightly against my ear. "Auntie?" I whispered, keeping my eyes locked on the bathroom door."Claire, my darling, I saw your text," she said, her voice laced with deep concern. "Is everything alright over there? Did something happen?""I'm okay, Auntie. I just really need a change of environment and some fresh air," I explained softly, trying hard to hide the immense panic in my chest. "Please, I just need a few days away.""I understand, my dear. Say no more," s

ETHAN’S POVSitting alone at my desk, the only illumination in the room coming from the single glow of the desk lamp. In my right hand, I swirled a glass of dark, aged scotch, watching the liquid coat the crystal sides before taking a slow, burning sip. In front of me lay my diary, its cover slightly worn at the edges from years of handling.I flipped the pages back, my eyes scanning the rough, hurried script from a much darker, far more isolated period of my life.“Another day of static. Everyone moves, everyone speaks, but it is empty. I am surrounded by people, yet I am completely alone in the dark. There is nothing to feel. No warmth, no friction. Just the cold routine of survival.”I stared at the words, the bitter taste of the scotch lingering on my tongue. For so many years, that had been my reality. I had built an empire, secured absolute power, and commanded respect from everyone who crossed my path. Yet, beneath the polished exterior, my life had been a hollow exercise in co