All Chapters of WRONG ROOM : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Marilyn’s breath caught in her throat. Raymond’s words hung between them like a challenge. “Tell me to stop,” he had whispered, his voice rough with barely contained restraint. “And I will.” She didn’t say a word. The silence was her answer. Raymond’s eyes darkened with satisfaction. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as one hand slid slowly up her thigh beneath her skirt. “Good girl,” he murmured, the praise low and filthy. “You’ve been thinking about that night too, haven’t you? The way I spread your legs on that hotel bed. The way you were so wet for me even though you were nervous.” Marilyn moaned softly, her head falling back as his fingers traced teasing circles on the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Heat flooded her core. She could feel herself growing slick, her body responding to him with embarrassing eagerness. “You were so tight,” Raymond continued, his voice a dark rumble against her ear. “So fucking tight around my cock. I had to go slow a

Elizabeth Oxford had always believed she was stronger than she looked. Life had taught her that strength was not always about fighting. Sometimes it was about enduring. Enduring disappointment, enduring loneliness, and enduring the endless struggle of raising a child alone while pretending everything was fine. For months now, she had been enduring something else. She has been enduring headaches. At first, they had been manageable. A dull ache behind her eyes that came and went. She dismissed them as stress. Long working hours. Lack of sleep, and age. Then came the dizziness, the nausea, then the blackouts. They came in circles, very small at first. A few seconds here and there like nothing serious. Like nothing worth worrying Marilyn about. At least that was what she kept telling herself. So she continued working and smiling, and pretending. Every time she spoke with Marilyn. Elizabeth made sure her voice sounded cheerful. She once asked her daughter to come visit. She had p

The following day changed nothing. Marilyn sat in the hospital lounge between Naomi and Sia, staring blankly at the disposable cup of coffee in her hands. The drink had long gone cold, but she barely noticed. Her thoughts were consumed by hospital bills, surgery costs, and the terrifying possibility of losing the only family she had left. The last twenty-four hours had been a nightmare. Every time she looked through the glass walls toward the VIP suite where her mother rested, a fresh wave of fear washed over her. Elizabeth Oxford had always been strong. She had worked tirelessly to raise Marilyn alone, sacrificing everything she had so her daughter could have opportunities she never did. Seeing her lying in a hospital bed felt wrong. Naomi sighed heavily and leaned back in her chair. “Marilyn, this is serious.” “I know.” “No, I mean really serious,” Naomi pressed. “We're talking about your mother's life here.” Sia nodded in agreement. “Naomi is right. We can't just sit around

Silence filled the VIP lounge at Mediterranean Hospital. Marilyn sat on the edge of one of the cream-colored sofas with both hands clasped tightly together. Naomi sat on her right, Sia on her left, and Madison occupied the single armchair near the window with her tablet resting on her lap. The room was beautiful in a way that felt almost insulting to Marilyn’s fear. Soft lighting, expensive furniture, fresh flowers on a glass table, and a private coffee station in one corner. Everything looked calm, elegant, and controlled. But nothing inside Marilyn felt calm. Her mother had been in surgery for some hours now. At first, no one said much. Naomi held her hand. Sia kept rubbing her back. Madison took calls quietly and stepped out twice to speak with hospital staff. Every time the lounge door opened, Marilyn’s heart stopped. Every time it was not the doctor, she felt herself sink deeper into fear. By the fourth hour, the silence became too heavy to bear. Naomi finally leane

The city lights blurred past the tinted windows of Raymond's car as it moved smoothly through the evening traffic. Lawrence drove without saying a word, giving the two people in the backseat complete privacy. Marilyn sat beside Raymond, staring at her left hand, at the ring. She had been staring at it ever since he slipped it onto her finger. It wasn't overly flashy, in fact, compared to the kind of jewelry billionaires usually bought, it looked surprisingly simple. Elegant. Timeless. And somehow, that made it worse. Because it didn't look like a joke. It looked real. Everything about today felt unreal. Her mother’s surgery, and Madison creating chaos. With the hospital believing Raymond was her fiancé. And then Raymond calmly proposed marriage as if he were discussing tomorrow's weather. Marilyn closed her eyes briefly. Her entire life had changed in less than forty-eight hours. She didn't even know how to process it. Beside her, Raymond sat quietly, his attention focused on th