All Chapters of Lust for My Father-in-Law: The Plus-Size Secretary: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The car kept driving through the increasingly heavy rain. Sera didn't ask where they were going. She just held Nathaniel's hand tightly, as if afraid that if she let go, everything would disappear again.After nearly an hour, the car turned onto a small uphill road, surrounded by tall trees. At the end of that road stood a modern two-story villa with glass and wood walls, hidden from the outside world.Nathaniel parked the car under the canopy. He got out first, opened an umbrella, then opened Sera's door. The rain was still pouring down as they ran to the front door. Nathaniel entered the code on the keypad, the door opened, and the warm air inside immediately greeted them.As soon as the door closed, the outside world seemed to shut off.Sera was still wet. Her hair clung to her cheeks, her white blouse transparent in several places from the rain. Nathaniel looked at her in the dim light of the villa's living room without saying a word. He pulled Sera into his embrace and kissed her

My phone vibrated on the nightstand. I was still wrapped in the blanket, my naked body still warm from the remnants of the night with Nathaniel, when the name "Ethan" appeared on the screen. I hesitated for a moment before answering."Sera." My brother's voice sounded hoarse, as if he hadn't slept all night. "Come home now. At least don't run away."I sat up, the blanket falling to my waist. "I'm not running away. I just need time.""Dad is sick."Those two words made my blood seem to stop. "What?""Dad is sick. The doctor said his blood pressure spiked drastically since yesterday. He refuses to be hospitalized. He's just silent at home. Come home before everything gets worse."I swallowed hard. "I'm coming home right away."The call ended. I sat frozen for a few seconds, then turned to Nathaniel, who was already standing at the balcony doorway, still shirtless, a cigarette between his fingers."Ethan said my father is sick. I have to go home."Nathaniel put out the cigarette, came in

Derek parked his car in the building's basement roughly. The engine was turned off, but he still sat silently for a few seconds, hands gripping the steering wheel. He had spent the entire day meeting with lawyers, trying to unfreeze the funds, trying to deny the corruption report. Everything was a dead end. The Whitmore name that once opened every door had now become a wall.He took the elevator to the 48th floor. The penthouse door opened automatically when his access card was scanned, but only for a few seconds. Inside, the atmosphere was already different. No lights were on. The furniture was still there, but it felt empty.Anita stood in the outer corridor, the baby boy held to her chest, wrapped in a thick blanket. Her face was pale, her eyes red. Beside her were two large suitcases and a baby bag."They came this morning. People from the court. They said this place is seized. Company asset. We have to leave before afternoon.""What?""This penthouse is no longer ours. They gave

I didn’t think twice.The moment Nathaniel stepped outside and his black car started moving, I ran. My heels clicked on the stairs, then on the asphalt.“Nathaniel! Wait!”The car slowed, then stopped. The back door opened from inside. I climbed in and sat beside him, still catching my breath. Nathaniel looked at me in confusion, one hand still on the steering wheel.“Sera? You…”“Father gave me permission to go with you.”Nathaniel was quiet for a moment, then a faint smile appeared on his lips. He pulled me into a tight embrace on the spacious back seat. His strong arms wrapped firmly around my body, his face buried in my hair.“Fool. You’ve had me worried since yesterday.”I hugged him back, burying my face in his neck. “Me too.”The car pulled away from the Voss house. The ride felt short because I never let go of the embrace. His hand stroked up and down my back—soothing, possessive.When the car stopped in front of the large, dark Whitmore mansion, Nathaniel got out first, then

One morning, I woke up earlier than usual. My father's house was still quiet. I went down to the living room wearing only a loose sweater and shorts, my hair still messy. The television was on with low volume.The screen showed a morning news studio, and there, sitting behind a long desk with the Whitmore Group logo in the background, was Nathaniel.I froze in the middle of the room.He wore a neat black suit, a gray tie, his face calm as usual."Good morning. I am Nathaniel Whitmore. Today I stand here to speak openly about several matters that have become public attention in recent weeks."I sat down slowly on the sofa, as if my legs suddenly couldn't hold my body up."First, I want to apologize directly regarding the scandal involving me and my son, Derek Whitmore. I realize that what happened has disappointed many parties—investors, business partners, employees, and the public who have trusted the Whitmore name all this time."He paused for a moment, looking directly into the came