All Chapters of The Wrong Kind Of Love: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

YULIAI stared at Kendrick's message for what felt like the hundredth time.Meet me at the penthouse after the party.Butterflies fluttered wildly inside my stomach. It had only been a few weeks since we'd found our way back to each other, yet every meeting still felt forbidden. Dangerous.Every secret glance, every stolen kiss, every text message carried a thrill that made my heart race. Maybe we were crazy. We may have been making everything harder than it needed to be. But whenever I was with him, none of that seemed to matter. Without realizing it, I smiled. A knowing laugh pulled me back.“Hmm…” Adeline narrowed her eyes at me. “That smile again. What's going on?”I locked my phone and tried to appear innocent. “Nothing.”She snarled at me. “Yulia Adley.”I chuckled, leaning closer. “I'm meeting Kendrick at his penthouse after this.”Adeline's lips slowly curled into a mischievous grin. “Oh?”She nudged my shoulder. “So that's why you've been glowing all evening.”“Stop it,” I

YULIAIt’d never been on my bucket list to get fucked out of my sleep, but here I was. Halfway awake, Kendrick pressed firmly into the small of her back. His length and girth were worth writing home about. I had so many words to describe how I felt while he stretched my walls to capacity.I felt pleased, fulfilled, delighted, thankful, and content.And Lord, forgive me… blessed.It was truly the Lord Himself who had crafted Kendrick into the man he was, so he was a blessing. My body trembled as he licked down my back and smacked my ass. I threw it back, putting the pussy on him so good.“Shiiittt.” He chuckled, slapping my butt with his rod before rubbing the tip along her clit. “You almost made me cum.”“Mhmm. Cum then, babyyy,” I moaned, gripping him myself and putting him right back where he belonged. “Let me feel it.”He fisted a handful of my bonnet-covered hair and pounded into me. The arch in her back deepened as I met him stroke for stroke.“Ooooh, fuckkk… Right there… rig

YULIAThe soft glow of my desk lamp was the only light in my bedroom. Outside, the city had settled into its usual nighttime rhythm. The distant hum of traffic drifted through the slightly opened window while a gentle breeze stirred the sheer curtains.My laptop sat open beside a stack of law textbooks, highlighted notes, and case summaries. An empty mug of chamomile tea rested dangerously close to my notebook.I adjusted my reading glasses and sighed. “R v Dudley and Stephens…”I underlined another paragraph before jotting down a few points in my notebook. Final examinations were only a few weeks away, and I refused to let anything distract me.My phone buzzed across the desk.Kendrick – FaceTimeI grinned from ear to ear. “Hi, Lord Fernsby.”The screen lit up with Kendrick's face. The first thing he did was smirk as always.“Well…” he murmured. “Would you look at that.”I pulled a face, confused. “What?”“Those glasses.” His smirk widened. “You somehow managed to make reading glasse

KENDRICKI arrived at the penthouse before Yulia. I was already on the road when she texted me. The moment she stepped into the living room, I knew something was wrong.The look on her face said everything. My Peaches was troubled.She didn't even hesitate. She rushed into my arms, and I caught her easily as she wrapped her legs around my waist. I carried her to the couch and sat down, keeping her close.For a while, neither of us said anything.I simply held her, letting her warmth and presence remind me that she was here. It was just yesterday she left, but I still found myself missing her.I was glad she wanted to see me. The day at the office had been exhausting. But this? This was what I needed too.After a while, I pressed a kiss into her hair and whispered, “Do you want to talk about it?”She pulled back, her eyes met mine, and there was something there I couldn't quite place. Confusion. Pain. Shock.“My mother is back.”I froze. For a moment, I wasn't sure I heard correctly. “Y

YULIAThe first thing I noticed when the gates opened was the security. Two men stood on either side of the entrance, dressed in dark suits and earpieces. Another was stationed near the main house, speaking quietly into a phone.This wasn't just a wealthy family home. It felt guarded and protected.The black armored Escalade carrying me rolled through the enormous iron gates and continued up a long, winding driveway lined with perfectly trimmed hedges. Tall trees stood on either side, their branches moving gently in the afternoon breeze.Then the house came into view as I stared through the window. It was beautiful. Massive, elegant, and unmistakably expensive.The architecture had a European grandeur to it, with pale stone walls, tall arched windows, dark roofing, and elaborate columns framing the entrance. A large circular fountain stood in the centre of the driveway, water cascading from a sculpted marble centerpiece.The gardens stretched farther than I could see. For a moment, I