All Chapters of Payback on His Twin Bed: Chapter 101 - Chapter 107

**Liam’s POV**The cars arrived late in the afternoon.Not one or two — a full line of black, expensive vehicles with drivers and additional security escorts waiting in perfect formation outside the hotel. My mother’s message had been short and absolute: dinner at the mansion. Attendance was not optional. We were all loaded into separate cars like guests being delivered to a stage rather than family being invited home. Yasmeen and Beatrice shared one. Elsa took another. Lucas and I were placed in different vehicles entirely, as if even the short drive required careful separation.The mansion outside Madrid looked the same as it always had — white stone, high iron gates, manicured gardens lit with soft golden lamps that made the entire property look like a carefully staged photograph. Inside, the long dining hall had been prepared with the kind of excess she preferred. Crystal glasses already filled. Multiple silver courses waiting under polished covers. Fresh flowers down the center o

****Lucas’s POV**I sat at the desk in my temporary study with the laptop open, reviewing the slides for a presentation I no longer cared about. The numbers blurred under the desk lamp. Every few minutes my mind drifted back to the corridor — Yasmeen’s mouth under mine for that single unfinished second, the warmth of her before she froze, then the raw sound of her vomiting behind a closed bathroom door. The rejection still sat under my ribs like something spoiled. She had looked at me with distance, not desire. The campaign kiss had been for the cameras. The real one had lasted less than a breath before she ran.My phone lit up with an unknown number.I answered.The voice that came through was low, thick, and slightly slurred — the kind of tone that belonged to a man who had been awake too long and taken something to stay that way. Background noise suggested a private space, not a warehouse.“Your brother,” Lord Dargrasingh said without greeting. “He put four of my lower crew in the

****Yasmeen’s POV**I did not think.The second his head disappeared under the blue-black surface I jumped in after him. Cold water closed over me in a shock that stole the air from my lungs. Chlorine stung my eyes. I pushed downward, eyes open in the distorted blue dark, hands sweeping through empty space where his body should have been. Panic clawed at my throat — the same raw terror that had made me scream his name from the edge. Then a strong arm hooked around my waist from below and hauled me upward with controlled force.We broke the surface together, gasping.Liam’s dark hair was plastered to his forehead. Water ran down his face in clean lines, dripping from his jaw. For one second he only looked at me — the same shattered expression from the hallway now washed clean by the cold — and then he burst into low, genuine laughter that vibrated through the water between us. The sound was so unexpected after the violence and the accusations that I could only blink at him, still gasp

****Yasmeen’s POV**He did not finish me against the edge.Instead Liam turned me in the water again, lifting one of my legs to wrap around his waist so we faced each other. The new angle forced him even deeper. I gasped against his shoulder as he began to move — slower this time, deeper, the kind of strokes that made every nerve light up without the frantic edge of before. The near-discovery still sat under my skin, but the fear had softened into something else. My arms locked around his neck. The water moved with us in quiet, rhythmic waves that lapped against the stone. Every time he buried himself fully I felt the pressure coil tighter, sweeter, almost unbearable. The cold of the pool and the heat of him fought for control of my body.“Look at me,” he said.I did.His eyes were dark under the blue lights, the usual control frayed at the edges. The orgasm broke quietly but completely, rolling through me in long shudders while I kept my eyes on his. I bit down on the sound that tri