บททั้งหมดของ His Chubby Wife For Ninety-Nine Days: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

AURIELLE "You are unworthy to speak about my mother." Dominic spoke loudly.Those final words seemed to have struck Elias, because his face suddenly lost color. He reached for the desk, fingers trembling.“I need to leave,” he said, voice thinner than before.I stepped forward. “You look weak, you can stay for the night. Let someone bring you water.”He looked at me as if I had offered him poison. “I’d be damned if I stay anywhere close to Kingpin’s daughter.”His driver appeared in the doorway at the sound of raised voices. Elias leaned on the man’s arm and walked out without another glance. The front doors closed behind them moments later.The private gathering that evening was already under way when Victor arrived with Selene on his arm. She moved like she belonged in every room she entered, polished, confident, her hand resting possessively on Victor’s sleeve. Conversations paused just long enough for people to notice them.Victor found Dominic near the drinks table. “Quite the

AURIELLE Dominic’s investigator called the first time just after sunrise. The search for Elena filled every hour of the day and left no room for anything else. “Hotel footage confirms she entered the lobby at 11:47 last night,” he reported. “Alone. Small black bag. She took the elevator straight to the twelfth floor. After that the corridor cameras were looped forty-two minutes of repeated empty hallway. When the real feed returned, she was gone. Key card never used on any exit.”"What you're trying to say," Dominic turned to look at me with his face tight. “Is that she had help.”“At least one person on staff. We’re pulling every shift log and checking service elevators now.”“Call me the moment you have a name.”The second call came mid-morning. “Two other hotels in the same chain reported a woman matching her description asking about late check-ins. No completed reservations under any of her known aliases. We’re expanding to private car services and short-term rentals.”“Keep goi

AURIELLE "Let's leave." Dominic held my hand and walked me out of the mansion.I left the estate with Elias’s final words running in my head like a live wire. “Do you believe him?” I asked. “About your mother.”Dominic’s hands stayed steady on the wheel. “I don’t know. He has lied about enough other things that the truth feels impossible to separate. But right now Elena is the immediate problem.”The investigator’s update came through before we reached the hospital. Elena had been moved to the private VIP wing under heavy security. Two officers stood outside the door when we arrived. Dominic spoke briefly with the detective in charge.“Any sign of who took her?” Dominic asked like we didn't already know.“Not yet. She was left near the service entrance of a different hotel two hours ago. Conscious, but shaken. No serious injuries beyond the restraints.”"Stop the investigation, she's safe now." He instructed."But sir—" "I won't repeat myself.""Understood, sir." He turned and lef

AURIELLEI clung to Dominic’s shoulders as he carried me down the hallway, my legs draped over his chest, my fingers buried in his hair. The special room waited at the end, with the door already open, and soft light spilling out.“You will address me as daddy. Is that clear?" His voice rolled low and rough against my thigh.“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, heart hammering already.He set me on my feet just inside the doorway and shut the door behind us. The click sounded final.“Look at me.”I lifted my eyes. His eyes were dark, already owning me.“Take everything off.....slowly. I want to watch every movement of yours. Then put on the lingerie I laid out on the bed. The one with the open crotch. Do it now.”My hands trembled as I reached for the hem of my dress. I pulled it up over my head and let it fall. His gaze dragged over my bra, my panties, the flush already rising on my skin.“Keep going,” he said. “Slower for me, sweet girl.”I unhooked the bra and slid the straps down my arms.

AURIELLE "Arghhhhhh," I woke with a low, involuntary groan. I stretched my arms to my side and found it empty. "He must have woken up early." I whispered to the empty room.Everything ached in the most thorough, satisfying way. My thighs felt heavy. The skin along my neck and the tops of my breasts throbbed faintly with each passing moment. Even my wrists carried a dull tenderness from where his hands had held them. I blinked against the soft morning light slipping through the sheer curtains and realized I was wearing a robe, the silk cool and slightly too big, the belt loosely tied. He must have slipped it around me sometime after I had fallen asleep against him.A smile spread across my face so wide my cheeks actually hurt. I pressed my fingertips to them, still smiling like a fool, and slowly pushed myself up against the pillows. On the nightstand, right beside the lamp, lay a folded piece of hotel stationery. I reached for it, unfolded the page, and read.*Dear friend, I had a w