His Possessive Claim — Sinful Nights with Him. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Seraphina.I felt Draven’s body tense beside me, but his face stayed cold and unreadable.“Elara,” he said flatly, “if you focused even half that energy on your own life, perhaps it would be your wedding we’d be planning instead of mine. Some people build something real. Others just linger in the past.”Her cheeks flushed with anger. She opened her mouth, then closed it, lips pressing into a thin line. “You really are heartless,” she hissed. “Enjoy your little illusion while it lasts.” With that, she spun on her heel and stormed off, heels clicking sharply down the corridor until the sound faded into the restaurant’s hum.My heart pounded against my ribs. The air felt heavier with whatever history had just brushed past me. I turned to Draven, searching his face. “Who was that? And what was all of that about?”He exhaled slowly, his hand sliding to my lower back as he guided me back toward the table. His touch was firm, but his voice stayed detached, almost bored. “Elara Calloway. My l

Seraphina.My heart slammed against my ribs as I shoved Draven’s phone back into his jacket pocket. She was threatening him about us, demanding answers about whether mum knew the truth. The smaller yacht trailed us like a shadow on the glittering water, binoculars flashing intermittently in the harsh sunlight, catching every movement on our deck. It had to be her. Who else would stalk us out here, in the middle of the endless blue?I scanned the deck, my pulse a frantic drum in my ears, until I spotted Draven near the railing, phone to his ear, his posture rigid. The sea breeze whipped my sundress against my legs, salt stinging my skin. I crossed to him fast, my sandals slapping the polished wood.“Draven,” I said, voice low but urgent.He ended the call, gray eyes locking on mine. One look at my face and his brow arched. “What’s wrong?”I pulled him further into the shadowed alcove, the yacht’s engine humming beneath us. “Your phone buzzed with an unknown number; it's Elara threaten

Liora.The bathroom door creaked wider and Draven stepped out, a towel slung low on his broad hips. His gray eyes locked instantly on my hands, I was still clutching his shirt.“Everything alright?” His tone stayed even.I folded the shirt, pressing the strand deep into the fabric. “Just tidying up.” I said, setting it aside on the mattress.He studied me, “Bathe and come over to the deck for dinner. Seraphina must be waiting.”I slipped past him, letting my bare hip brush him. The friction was electric, raising goosebumps along my skin. Inside the bathroom, I pulled the strand from my pocket. My chest ached with a vicious spike of jealousy.I'll find out who's been with you, Draven.On deck, Seraphina leaned against the teak railing in a red dress. She looked up as we approached, her gaze flicking over my robe, then tracking the dampness of Draven’s hair.“Mother,” she said, smiling. “You two disappeared for quite a while. Is everything okay?”I stepped up and kissed her cheek, “More

Liora.I stepped between Elara and Seraphina, my hand firm on my daughter’s arm. “That’s enough. Seraphina is my daughter, and she’s not banned from seeing Draven. Whatever you think you saw at the club, you’re mistaken. The lighting there is terrible, and people bump into each other all the time.”Seraphina stood still beside me, her face whitewashed. I can't understand why she seems scared but my heart ached for her—she had always been too fragile for the ruthless scrutiny of high society.Elara’s venomous smile faltered, her sharp eyes darting between Seraphina and me.“Of course. My mistake. It was dark in that corner.”Seraphina stayed quiet, her gaze fixed on the marble floor. I squeezed her arm once, steadying her. “Go on upstairs, sweetheart. Wash up and get some rest. You’ve had a stressful day.”Draven hadn’t moved from his spot near the stairs, his eyes boring holes into Elara’s forehead. He looked ready to snap her neck, and honestly, the protective streak in him was thril

SeraphinaI wiped the tears from my cheeks with the back of my hand and pushed to my feet, ignoring the throb in my ankle. “Always around, huh? That sounds more like a warning than a promise.”He chuckled softly, stepping closer but stopping when I crossed my arms. “Just checking on you, Seraphina. You looked like you needed it. That spin you did—still got the fire, even if your landing’s shaky.”I managed a small smile. “I’m figuring it out. Dancing helps. And yeah, the ankle’s a mess from pushing too hard.”Pulling his hands out of his coat pockets, he offered a smug grin. “You know I'll always be here to take your mind off things. I heard your mother is getting married. Congrats on getting a new daddy.”I rolled my eyes, so hard it practically hurt. “First of all, don't ever say 'new daddy' to me again unless you want a black eye. Second, I don't need you to take my mind off anything.” But despite my sharp tone, the sudden mention of the wedding sent a familiar, heavy knot tighteni