Todos los capítulos de Payback on His Twin Bed: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

** Yasmeen’s POV “What are you doing?” Elsa’s voice cut sharply across the living room. I quickly let go of Liam’s face and stepped back, forcing a calm expression. “It’s nothing, Elsa,” I said quietly. “I think your husband is just moody… you know how the debt issue can be.” I didn’t wait for her reply. I turned and walked upstairs at a steady pace, even though my heart was still beating too fast. The moment I reached my room, I closed the door and leaned against it, panting softly. What was wrong with him? I sat on the edge of the bed, pulled my laptop closer, and tried to type. The words refused to come. My mind kept returning to Liam’s distant eyes, the tension in his jaw, and the way he had barely reacted when I touched him. Something heavier than the usual silence was sitting on him, and I couldn’t stop wondering what it was. --- **Liam’s POV** Yasmeen left the room quickly. I leaned back against the sofa and let out a short chuckle, turning the remote ove

** Yasmeen’s POV I did not go back inside. After a long moment standing on the path, I turned and walked back toward the stone bench. Liam was still there, the flute resting loosely in his fingers. The soft rush of the small waterfall filled the quiet. The lake itself was dark and smooth beyond the rocks, reflecting broken pieces of the garden lights. Thin mist rose where the water met the cooler night air. It felt separated from the rest of the house — private, almost hidden. I sat down beside him. For a while I only looked at him. The sharp line of his profile, the way the distant light touched his jaw, the calm that never fully reached his eyes. Without speaking, I leaned in and pressed a slow kiss to the side of his neck. His skin was warm. I felt him go still for a second before he turned his head toward me. A small smile pulled at the corner of his mouth. “The house is so quiet,” I whispered. “And you’re out here alone. Aren’t you scared?” “No. I’m not,” he said,

**Yasmeen’s POVI woke up with the memory of the night still heavy on my skin.The moment I opened my eyes, everything returned in fragments — the cold stone near the lake under my palms, Liam’s hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise, the way he had bent me forward in front of the dark water and taken me without restraint, the hard felt surface of the snooker table under my back while he drove into me until I came with his name in my mouth. I remembered the near discovery, the hurried crouch behind the stone wall, the way his fingers had slid back between my legs afterward as if the risk had only fed his hunger. I remembered walking back into the house afterward with shaky legs, every step careful, praying no one would notice how unsteady I was or how thoroughly used I still felt between my thighs.I reached for my phone on the nightstand, the movement pulling faintly at the sore muscles in my hips.A long message from Nina filled the screen. An apology. She had written several

** Yasmeen’s POV “Beatrice, get in!” I screamed the words as soon as I opened the car door. My hands were still shaking from the note, the paper now crumple in my fist. Beatrice’s eyes widened in panic. “Madam? What’s wrong?” “Get in!” She scrambled into the passenger seat without another question. I threw the remaining bags into the back without care, started the engine with trembling fingers, and drove out of the market like something was chasing us. My heart refused to slow down. The words on the paper kept repeating in my head, sharp and uneven, written by someone who had been close enough to slip the note onto Beatrice’s back without either of us noticing. *Tell Liam I gat my eyes on him.* I did not stop at the usual pace. I needed to get home. I needed to see him. The fear from the market had mixed with something sharper — the need to know he was safe, that the threat had not already reached him while I stood in a parking lot staring at a piece of paper. When we reache

Yasmeen’s POVDinner passed without him.The long table felt emptier than it should have, even with Elsa sitting across from me and Lucas at the head. Beatrice had set out roast chicken, roasted vegetables, and a salad that looked carefully arranged, but the food might as well have been cardboard. Every time the front door stayed closed, the knot in my chest tightened a little more. I barely tasted anything. My fork moved from plate to mouth on automatic, and I forced myself to swallow so no one would notice how little I was eating.Across the table Elsa looked calm, almost bored. She cut her chicken into neat pieces and ate without hurry, as if Liam’s absence was the most ordinary thing in the world. When I finally leaned toward her and asked quietly if she had heard from him, she didn’t even glance up from her plate.“He’s fine,” she said. “He’s probably with his friend Josh.”That was all. No further explanation, no concern in her voice. I sat back, the knot twisting tighter. Josh.