All Chapters of I Let His Daddy Ruin Me: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The ballroom faded into a blur around Elena. The soft sound of violins drifted through the air as couples danced across the polished dance floor, smiling as though they didn't have a single worry in the world. No one noticed she was barely holding herself together. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Roth with Celeste. She saw the way he'd held her, the way Celeste had looked at him, and the ease between them that spoke of a past Elena knew nothing about. The memory replayed over and over until her chest felt too tight to breathe. Adrian slipped an arm around her waist and leaned closer, saying something about the speech his best man was preparing, but Elena barely heard him. The guilt nearly crushed her. Adrian deserved better than this. He deserved a woman whose thoughts weren't somewhere else on the night they were celebrating their future. He had done nothing but love her with patience and kindness, never asking for more than she was willing to give. He wasn't the problem.

Roth stood alone on the balcony overlooking the Dimitri estate, a cigarette burning slowly between his fingers. Smoke drifted into the cool night air as he took one slow drag after another, hoping it would quiet the anger simmering beneath his skin. It didn't. His chest still felt tight, but it wasn't because of Celeste. It had never been because of her. He caught his reflection in the glass doors behind him. A faint smear of her lipstick still marked the edge of his jaw, and her expensive perfume clung stubbornly to his shirt. The scent made him frown. It wasn't the fragrance he wanted lingering on him. Every time he closed his eyes, he thought of Elena. Her perfume was softer, lighter, almost impossible to notice unless she stood close, yet somehow it had followed him everywhere since the night they met. He should have wiped Celeste's lipstick away the moment she'd kissed him, but he hadn't. He had wanted Elena to see it. That had been the whole point. He could still picture he

Adrian’s touch was soft, while Roth’s had always been ruthless. Adrian’s patient, Roth, had been merciless. Every brush of his fingertips only reminded her of what she was missing. The hunger gnawed inside her, feral and ugly, and she bit down on Adrian’s lip just to feel the taste of blood, something raw, something closer to what she craved. Adrian smiled, completely misunderstanding her desperation. "Fiery tonight, aren't you?" Fiery? If only he knew she was drowning. Elena’s nails dug into his shoulders as she straddled him, grinding down, desperate for friction, desperate for the madness to stop clawing her apart. But no matter how fast she moved, no matter how sweetly Adrian kissed her, she couldn’t get Roth’s face out of her head. She saw him everywhere, behind her eyelids, in the shadows of the room, in the phantom ache still lodged deep inside her body. His cruel smirk, the way he had stared at her while fucking another woman. The sound of Celeste’s moans echoed in her sku

“Do you know what you do to me?” His voice was ragged, all restraint shredded. “I watched him bury himself inside your cunt while you moaned his name like it was mine.” Elena gasped, twisting, but his grip was iron. His other hand slipped beneath the hem of her blouse, dragging it upward, baring the soft curve of her back. He trailed his palm over her skin, possessive and claiming, until goosebumps broke across her flesh. “You think I don’t know the difference?” he murmured. “The way your body shatters? The way your small cunt squeezes when you’re on the edge? You’ve given him pieces, Elena, but everything about you belongs to me.” The filthy words scalded her ears, made her thighs clench. She hated him. She hated that he was right. His hand left her back only to rip open the side zipper of her skirt, dragging it down until it pooled uselessly around her knees. He hooked his fingers under the band of her lace panties and tore it in one brutal motion, baring her completely to him.

Over the next few days, Elena did everything she could to avoid Roth. She left the penthouse before sunrise, long before Adrian or his father woke up, and made sure she didn't return until late in the evening. Whenever Adrian asked, she blamed work, wedding appointments, or meetings that had unexpectedly run late. The excuses came easily now, though every lie added another layer of guilt she already struggled to carry. She couldn't bear being anywhere near Roth. Every glimpse of him brought back memories she desperately wanted to bury. His voice, the way he looked at her, and the reckless choices they had made refused to leave her alone. No matter how hard she tried to focus on something else, her thoughts always found their way back to him. The guilt was slowly consuming her. Her wedding was only a month away, yet instead of feeling excited, she felt trapped between two completely different futures. Adrian had given her nothing but patience, kindness, and a love that never asked