Her Fiancé's Father's Obsession のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

JaneI don't remember deciding to go to my apartment. I don't remember standing up from that wall or starting to walk, but somehow my feet carried me there, through streets that blurred together through my tears, past people who didn't look at me and didn't see the way I was falling apart.The walk took forever and no time at all.When I turned onto my street, I saw the garbage bags and boxes immediately. My belongings had been piled haphazardly on the sidewalk outside my building like trash waiting to be collected.I stopped walking instantly, my heart sinking low in my chest.He said end of the day tomorrow. He said I had time, but of course he lied. Of course Hudson would take even that small mercy away from me.He would make sure I had no time to plan, no chance to arrange anything, no opportunity to salvage even this one piece of my life with any dignity.My legs started moving again, carrying me toward the pile of my life discarded on the street. A homeless man was rifling thro

JaneThe shower had been everything I needed. Hot water beating down on my frozen skin, washing away the rain and the grime and some of the numbness that had settled over me. I stood under the spray until the water ran cold, letting it pour over me like some kind of baptism, like maybe I could wash away the last two days entirely.But I couldn't.Now I lay in the guest bed, wrapped in clean sheets that smelled like lavender detergent, staring at the ceiling as the city lights cast shifting shadows across the room. My body was clean, warm and fed. I should be exhausted enough to pass out the moment my head hit the pillow, but sleep wouldn't come.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Hudson and Maribel tangled together in his bed, her skin against his, their bodies moving in a rhythm that should have been mine. The image was seared into my brain, playing on repeat like some sick movie I couldn't turn off.I turned onto my side, pulling the blanket tighter around me, but then I saw Huds

JaneI woke to sunlight streaming through unfamiliar floor-to-ceiling windows, and for a blissful half-second, I didn't remember.Then it all came crashing back. The wedding. Hudson and Maribel. The apartment and job I lost. Everything.My eyes felt like sandpaper. They were swollen and tender from hours of crying. My throat was raw, my head pounded, and my body ached like I had been physically beaten rather than emotionally destroyed. I lay there for a long moment, staring at the ceiling of Julius's guest room, trying to summon the energy to move.I really was grateful. Yesterday, I genuinely thought I might end up sleeping on the street or in some dingy shelter. Instead, I was in a penthouse that probably cost more per month than I made in a year, sleeping in sheets that felt like liquid silk against my skin, but the gratitude came with anxiety. How long would Julius's generosity last? A few days? A week? He had been kind last night, but he didn't owe me anything. I was his son's

JaneI stayed in my room all day like a coward. I heard Julius come home around six, the sound of the door opening, his keys hitting the entry table, his footsteps moving through the house. My heart had leapt into my throat, panic and something else flooding my system. I couldn't face him after what I had done. Not after I had sprawled on his couch with my hand between my legs, moaning his name while I came harder than I ever had in my life.The shame was unbearable, so I hid. I pretended to be napping, reading, or doing literally anything that justified staying in this room with the door closed. I heard him moving around, heard what sounded like him changing clothes, then heard the distant sounds of him in the kitchen.I would just stay here forever. I would become a hermit in his guest room. Problem solved. Except then, the aroma hit me.It was the sweet aroma of garlic and herbs. Something rich and savory that made my stomach growl traitorously. Whatever Julius was cooking smel

JuliusI had been holding on by a thread since the moment Jane walked into my penthouse. I was trying to do the right thing.I was trying to give her space, respect her boundaries and not take advantage of her vulnerable state, but standing here in my kitchen, with her pressed against the refrigerator wearing practically nothing and telling me she wanted me, that thread snapped.It just fucking broke.My eyes dragged over her one more time, drinking in every detail. The way her chest heaved with rapid breaths. The way her nipples stood out so prominently against that thin shirt. The way her thighs trembled, pressed together like she was trying to contain the need building inside her.She shivered under my gaze, and I saw the desire, want and the desperate need that matched my own.Fuck it. Fuck all of it.I took a step closer, eliminating what little space remained between us. I was close enough now that my chest nearly brushed hers and I could feel the heat radiating off her body.I