All Chapters of DANGEROUSLY YOURS : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The moment Rosalia uttered those words, the figure abruptly stopped.For several seconds, an unsettling silence settled over the rundown café. Then, slowly, the figure turned toward her.A dark, sinister laugh erupted from beneath the hood, sending an icy shiver down Rosalia's spine.“Then give it to me.”Rosalia rose from her seat, her fingers curling around the edge of the table. Although fear flickered in her eyes, she refused to let it show. She had come too far to surrender now.“No,” she replied sharply. “I'll give it to you when I get out of this Godforsaken café. Until then, you won't breathe a single word about my secret to anyone. Not one word. Otherwise, you can forget about getting the information I have.”The figure tilted its head, seemingly amused by her audacity.“Fine. Fair deal.” A pause followed. “But the moment you leave this place, you send it to me. Don't keep me waiting, Rosalia.”“Just make sure you keep your end of the bargain.”Without another word, the fi

The car rolled up to the gates of IE, and Tamsin's foot eased off the pedal.The campus was oddly quiet. Too quiet.Something was wrong.She drove through and guided her car into the parking lot, then sat for a second with her hands still on the wheel. Her heart was beating a little too fast. *It's probably nothing.” she told herself. But she didn't believe it.She stepped out and looked around. Only a few students were outside, scattered across the courtyard. Normally the place would be buzzing at this hour.She had braced herself for this morning all night. The video might have been taken down, but she knew exactly what waited for her.The stares.The whispers.The laughter. They would jeer at her. They would call her a slut, a whore, a stepbrother kisser, and every other cruel name they could think of.But no one said a word.No one even looked at her.Tamsin frowned. Dacio had taken the video down, yes, but that didn't explain this. The students of IE didn't care if it wa

The Dean and the Vice Dean already knew the Iker couple had arrived. With the commotion still running on campus, they had watched the couple's car pull in from the office window, and they had watched Dolores step out of it like a storm in heels.So when the door opened and Dolores and Lessandro walked in, the two of them were waiting. The seats across the desk had been pulled out and kept ready.The fury that had twisted Dolores's face minutes ago, when her palm cracked across Mario's cheek, was gone. In its place was something soft, calm, almost sweet."Dean. Vice Dean," she said, settling into her chair. "What a pleasant surprise. To what do we owe this meeting? How are you both? How is everything? How is the school?"The Vice Dean did not smile. .She had spent the last hour swallowing Mario's replies, each one more insolent than the last, and her patience had burned down to ash."Cut the bullshit, Mrs. Iker," she said. "You know what your son did. And he isn't even sorry about i

It was already almost twelve in the afternoon when Tamsin finally stepped out of the bathroom. She wasn't in any hurry to get ready for the date. Every time she thought about it, spite curled in her chest, so she took her time.She finished her skincare routine slowly, patting each layer into her skin like she had all day. Then she pulled on a flared, short bubble skirt and a pair of rugged knee-high boots with a chunky heel, the kind that made every step sound like a statement. Over it went a white crop top with a bold black “FUCK YOU" and the finger printed right across the front. If Matteo wanted to meet her, he could at least know exactly where he stood.She straightened her hair but kept her bangs, framing her face the way she liked. A few sprays of perfume hit the air around her, and she walked through the mist. Her makeup stayed minimal, just a swipe of lip gloss and a coat of mascara. She slid her shades on, grabbed her bag, and headed downstairs.Teal and Dacio were al

Hotel Moderno sat on a narrow side street in old Madrid, wedged between a shuttered pharmacy and a bar that never closed. The cream facade was streaked gray with decades of rain, the iron balconies were rusted at the edges, and the sign above the door flickered so badly.It was cheap enough that no one important would be seen inside. That was exactly why men like Leo chose it. No cameras worth checking, no manager who asked questions. Its only real security was the woman at the front desk. A chandelier missing half its crystals hung over a threadbare couch no guest had ever sat on, and a clock above the key hooks ran four minutes slow.The receptionist sat beneath it, a woman in her mid-thirties with her dark hair pinned up carelessly and a tea-colored cardigan over her shoulders. Nine years on the night shift had taught her one lesson: the less you saw, the more you earned. She was reading a gossip magazine when the door chimed and four young men walked in.Leo came first, tal