Alle Kapitel von My Ex Called Me Fat, Now His Father-in-Law Wants Me: Kapitel 81 – Kapitel 90

Chapter 82: A Leash Dressed Up as an HeirloomPOV: OdetteMy phone buzzed the third time before I even bothered looking at it.Congrats girl!! Didn't know u were now engaged?I stared at the words until the screen went dark on its own. Rain slid crooked down the window, and outside the city blurred into smears of gold and red. I typed what are you talking about and hit send before I'd even finished the thought.A link came back as the reply.Sinclair Heiress to Wed Thorne Heir.My stomach dropped, the way it does off the top of a rollercoaster, except nothing waited at the bottom to make it worth it. The photo was from the draft party, months old, cropped so I looked softer than I remembered feeling that night, my hand tucked somewhere it had never actually been.More texts piled in fast, people I hadn't spoken to since orientation, suddenly very invested in my love life. I flipped the phone face-down against my knee. It kept lighting up anyway, a pale glow leaking through the case wi

Chapter 84: The Date's Already SetPOV: OdetteI printed everything that night, standing over the machine in my father's own office while it churned out page after page, the whir of it the only sound in the house. Every sealed settlement, the cached forum post, the dropped police report Maya had somehow pulled before dawn. The paper tray was still warm when I finally gathered it all into a stack.I brought it down the next morning while he was still at breakfast, before he could vanish into meetings for the day. The dining room smelled of toast and coffee, ordinary, like nothing was wrong at all.He didn't look up when I set the folder beside his plate."I need you to read this.""I'm eating.""This can't wait." I pulled out a chair and sat across from him, uninvited, something I'd never done at this table in eighteen years, and watched a flicker of actual surprise cross his face before he set his coffee down, the cup rattling faintly against the saucer."Fine. What.""Evidence. About

Chapter 86: Two FrontsPOV: OdetteI heard the car before I heard the knock, tires loud on wet gravel, headlights sweeping bright across my bedroom ceiling through the gap in the curtains.I knew the sound of that engine. I'd know it anywhere now."No," I said out loud to the empty room, already moving for the door, bare feet cold against the hardwood. "No, no, no."By the time I made it to the top of the stairs, the front door was already open, rain and cold air gusting across the marble. Nikolai stood framed in the doorway, rain-damp, his jacket crooked on one shoulder like he hadn't bothered straightening it since he'd left the car. Water dripped from his hair down the side of his jaw, and he didn't wipe it away.My father stood a few feet behind him in the foyer, and whatever I expected from his face, it wasn't the particular stillness he wore now. Something caught between fury and calculation. His hands hung loose at his sides in a way that somehow looked more dangerous than fist

Chapter 88: Not a PossessionPOV: OdetteThe door didn't open. Whoever had touched the handle thought better of it, footsteps retreating down the hall a second later, unhurried. My father's man, probably, checking the clock on our ten minutes without actually crossing the threshold.I stepped back anyway, putting space between us. Nikolai's hand fell away from my jaw slowly, like he was reluctant to let the moment go even as I pulled myself out of it."Take it back," I said."Odette...""Take. It. Back."My voice cracked on the last word, and I hated it. Hated that I was already shaking before I'd even gotten to the part that actually mattered."You don't get to stand in this house and tell me I'm yours.""I didn't mean...""You meant exactly that."I crossed my arms, nails digging into my sleeves just to have something to hold onto."You stood there looking at me like you'd just solved something, like saying mine was supposed to fix my entire life. And all I could think about was ev

Chapter 90: Under the TablePOV: OdetteMy mother laid the table herself, which told me how much weight she had put on tonight mattering. Crystal instead of the usual china, three forks at every place setting, candles down the center already lit by the time I came downstairs, their flames trembling slightly every time the front door opened somewhere down the hall.I hadn't seen Julian Thorne since I was Eighteen, at some pack function I barely remembered, a tall boy with a hard mouth standing near his father, uninterested in anything happening around him. Five years had turned the boy into something sharper. He walked in wearing a suit that fit too well to be anything but tailored that week, every hair in place, a smile already arranged for my mother before he'd fully crossed the threshold."Alpha Sinclair." He shook my father's hand first, firm, easy, the particular confidence of a man who'd never once doubted his welcome anywhere. "Luna Sinclair." A small bow over my mother's han