All Chapters of Her Dangerous Game: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Leon fidgeted nervously, his anxiety mounting as Julian remained fixated on his phone, oblivious to the fact that he was now the sole center of attention in the room. "M-Mr. Vance?" Leon whispered tremulously from behind his back. "May we dismiss the meeting now?" "Shut up!" Julian growled in a hushed, lethal tone without looking away. His irritation flared violently as burning jealousy and raw fury reached a boiling point in his chest. His fingers flew across the screen, typing with frantic impatience. Julian: Elena! If you do not reply or call me back within three minutes, I will have my men drag that bastard out of your village this

Elena’s eyes widened in sheer horror. Panic seized her, desperate to keep him from doing something reckless."Don't!" she cried out, completely oblivious to the curious stares of the surrounding crowd in the middle of the village square."I'm begging you, don't do something crazy!"On the other end of the line, Julian’s icy silence felt increasingly paralyzing. "I am not joking, Elly. You have only two choices.""Julian, please just listen to me first—""Listen very carefully, Piccola," Julian interrupted, his voice terrifyingly calm yet dripping with absolute authority."Option one: I land my private jet at your local airport in under an hour, drive straight to your village, drag you back home, and level that bastard to the ground."Elena swallowed hard, her throat painfully dry. "Julian ....""Or option two," Julian continued without a pause."You get into my escorts' car right now, head back to your grandmother's house to pack your things, and go straight to the airport.”“You come

The cool air conditioning inside the private jet’s cabin seemed to evaporate, instantly replaced by a wave of searing heat that set the atmosphere ablaze.Julian ignored Elena’s plea. The raw desire, the suffocating jealousy accumulated since morning, and the aching longing he had held back all day exploded entirely.His strong fingers moved nimbly and without compromise, trailing over every inch of the smooth skin he had craved so desperately.As his hand slid behind her waist and began pulling down the zipper of her skirt, Elena gathered whatever strength she had left.Flushed and breathing heavily in sheer panic, she shoved Julian’s shoulders with all her might."Julian, stop! I'm on my period!" she snapped loudly, her voice cutting through the hum of the jet's engines.Julian’s hands froze instantly. He went completely still.The intoxicating lust dominating his face suddenly faltered. His eyes widened slightly as he stared into her tear-rimmed gaze.A heavy silence enveloped the

Elena froze, her mouth agape.The diamond ring fitted perfectly around her ring finger felt icy and heavy against her skin, starkly contrasting with the hot storm racing inside her chest.She stared at Julian with wide, disbelieving eyes, utterly stunned by the words that had just fallen from his lips."A-are you proposing to me?" Elena asked, her voice faltering."Isn't it obvious?" he replied casually, stroking the back of her ring-adorned hand.Elena slowly pulled her hand back. She glared at Julian with a deep pout, shooting him an annoyed look."Who on earth proposes like that? That wasn't a proposal, it was extortion! There isn't a single romantic bone in your body!"Julian let out a low rumble of laughter. Leaning back against the plush leather sofa, he pinned her with an unshakeable, commanding gaze."I don't care. Romantic or not, the end result is the same. If I want you to be my wife, then you will be my wife.""Julian!" Elena protested, her voice rising in exasperation."M

Julian curled his lips into a faint, warm smile.Closing the distance between them, he slid his hand around Elena’s waist and drew her slowly against his chest until her body was flushed tightly against his."Of course it's familiar, Piccola," he murmured softly, his fingers threading through her loose, cascading hair."Going forward, this penthouse isn't just a bachelor pad anymore. It’s going to be our home. So yes, I explicitly instructed the interior designer to blend my preference for sleek masculinity with your dream home concept."Elena gasped. She stared up into Julian’s eyes, her face a portrait of utter disbelief. "Y-you went out of your way to dig up my college thesis mood board?""I have access to everything about you, sweetheart," he replied casually, without a single shred of guilt, before pressing a brief kiss to the crown of her head."I want you to feel completely comfortable and settled here. Every single corner of this place should make you feel loved and give you a