All Chapters of Her Dangerous Game: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"He said I could ask for any amount of money as long as I’m always available for him, right? Let's prove it. Hopefully, after this, he gets stressed out and cancels the contract."Elena wanted to test him. She wanted to discover the absolute limits of Julian's patience and see just how "sincere" the cold man had been with his words regarding money.She assumed that any arrogant, wealthy man would fly into a rage upon seeing his money squandered senselessly. Moreover, their relationship was strictly bounded by mutual transactions.She wanted to provoke Julian. At the very least, she wanted him to protest her actions so that his absolute dominance would waver just a fraction.She made her way toward The Pavilion, the city's most elite shopping center frequented solely by multi-millionaires. Elena deliberately stepped into a high-end international designer boutique."I want this bag, those shoes, and the dress displayed on that mannequin. My size is …," Elena directed curtly to the shop

Late night finally arrived. After a brief meeting in Richard's study concluded, Julian excused himself to wash up first.While her husband was showering in the master bedroom, the suspicion and resentment Victoria had suppressed since that afternoon finally reached a boiling point. Burning with rage, she marched down the quiet corridor and kicked Elena's bedroom door open without bothering to knock.Crash!Elena, who was sitting on the edge of her mattress, jolted in sheer surprise."You ungrateful little whore!" Victoria barked furiously. She slammed the bedroom door shut behind her and lunged toward Elena. "Why on earth did Julian defend you this afternoon, huh?! What exactly have you done to my husband?!""I didn't do anything, Victoria! Julian was only—"Slap!A stinging slap landed squarely across Elena's smooth cheek, leaving a burning sensation and a faint trail of blood at the corner of her lip.Before the girl could even recover from the shock, Victoria advanced and grabbed

"Damn it! What if they find those things?" Elena hissed, her entire body breaking into a sudden, cold sweat.If Beatrice or Victoria were to discover those luxury items worth hundreds of millions, they would instantly know Elena was hiding something massive. They wouldn't hesitate for a second to accuse her of theft.Worse still, Victoria might unleash a far more vicious assault on her than the night before, fueled by a deep suspicion of her relationship with Julian. Ignoring the residual soreness and aches racking her body, Elena spun around.She sprinted as fast as her legs could carry her down the stairs, heading straight toward her old room. Her breath hitched in her throat as she roughly threw open the worn wooden door.Crash!Elena froze directly on the threshold. The warehouse was completely empty. The stacks of discarded cardboard boxes had been cleared away. But what caused her heart to plunge into utter freefall was that her rickety old wardrobe was no longer there."Miss El

Elena was taken aback. She attempted to push her torso up again, even though Julian’s grip on her waist felt incredibly firm, pinning her weight effortlessly beneath him."Julian, don't joke around! You are running a dangerously high fever, it's far better for you to take your medicine and rest immediately," she said in a near panic, staring into the man's eyes, which appeared heavy yet flashed with a sharp intensity.Julian curled the corner of his lips into a faint, raspy smirk. "Who said I was joking? I am entirely serious, darling," he whispered. His register dropping low, saturated with an undeniable vibration of raw passion.Despite his weak physical condition and his skin still burning hot to the touch, Julian marshaled his remaining strength to pull Elena into his warm embrace on the massive bed.Elena was instantly struck by an overwhelming wave of nervousness. Her heart hammered erratically against her ribs, not merely due to their intense physical proximity, but because of

"Ah-mmp .…" Elena buried her fingers deep into the accent cushion beside her. Her knuckles turning stark white from the sheer force of her grip.Her petite frame began to twist uncontrollably against the smooth leather sofa surface. The heavy, rhythmic pulsing hammered mercilessly against her inner walls, forcing her natural moisture to flow rapidly, completely drenching the exterior of the silicone massager.Elena’s breathing turned incredibly shallow. Her chest rising and falling in an erratic, disorganized rhythm. She was forced to shield her trembling torso behind the large sofa cushion to prevent creating any suspicious movements should the man happen to glance in her direction.Meanwhile, Julian continued to speak in an incredibly calm, assertive, and thoroughly professional register directly toward the laptop screen. He delivered complex corporate directives as though he weren't actively subjecting his sister-in-law to intense physical torment just a few feet away.This illicit