DOMINATED THE IN-LAW
"Oh. God, Eli, please! I'm not on the pills," I gasped, my fingers clawing at his shoulders.
"With a pussy as sweet as that?" he growled against my neck. "Jett was the loser. I'm not. I'm gonna fuck this pussy till the end. Afraid you're gonna have my child?"
My head dropped as a shudder ripped through me. "You're crazy!"
His voice dropped to a whisper. "You're mine now. My woman. And I'm gonna fuck you until this pretty body of yours only knows me."
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Rowanne Steele thought she had it all. A perfect marriage to Jett Carter, heir to the Carter empire, and a future filled with love. But when Jett dies in a tragic car crash, her world shatters. Her mourning days aren't over, still clinging to his memory, drowning in grief and loyalty to the man she thought she knew.
Until one night, a hidden truth rises from his belongings and everything Rowanne believed about her husband was a lie.
Lost and heartbroken, she runs into the only arms that feel safe, Eli Carter, Jett's younger brother.
What begins as a moment of comfort in the rain turns into a mistake neither of them can forget. A mistake that feels far too much like fate.
Rowanne swears it can't happen again. Eli refuses to let go. Whether forbidden or not, he's determined to claim her. And this time, he won't lose.
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Chapter 8
ROWANNE'S POV
Thailand. Escape.
That's what I'd told myself. A reset. A chance to breathe somewhere far away from Eli Carter.
Except, I'd clearly forgotten one crucial thing, Rory Knight, Vivian's fiancé, was Eli's best friend. And Eli? Single, available and dangerously so... meaning he was here. As the best man.
Perfect.
The humid evening air clung to my skin as I stood under the glow of string lights, pretending to enjoy the music and laughter swirling around the open garden terrace.
My fingers toyed with the rim of my wine glass while my gaze betrayed me, drifting toward the sound of his laugh.
Eli stood across the crowd with Rory, laughing easily, that same casual confidence wrapped around him like a tailored suit.
The sight of him shouldn't have affected me but it did. It always did.
A day before flying here, I'd ignored his calls. Then I'd ignored them again. And again.
But it was useless. I could run to another continent, change time zones, change my damn name again and I still couldn't outrun him.
Even from across the terrace, I could feel him. That pull. That memory of his mouth on mine, of the way his voice had broken through my composure.
His words still burned in me like an old bruise I couldn't stop touching. "I want you, Rowanne."
God.
I swallowed hard, pressing the cold glass to my lips. My body remembered everything, every forbidden ache, every pulse that had no business belonging to him.
And then, he started walking toward me.
My pulse spiked. Panic unfurled low in my stomach. Leave. Now. No one would notice. I could slip away, vanish into the crowd before he reached me.
"Vivi," I said quickly, placing my glass into my sister's hand, "hold onto my wine for a second, okay?"
But before I could move, Vivian followed my line of sight. Her smile lit up instantly. "Come on, let's say hi to your brother-in-law. He just flew in!"
My stomach dropped. "Vivi, I'm really pressed-"
Too late. She was already tugging me forward, her excitement completely ignorant of the fact that my heart was about to explode out of my chest.
"Eli! Oh my God, it's so good to see you. I'm so sorry for your loss," she gushed, throwing her arms around him.
I stayed behind her, blinking fast, trying to steady my breathing. His words echoed in my head like a curse: Answer my calls, Ro.
I shut my eyes for a second, biting my lip. Maybe I should've answered. Maybe ignoring him had only made things worse.
"Rowanne told me it wasn't just a casual accident," Vivian said sympathetically. "I hope the police find whoever did it soon."
My lungs tightened. I wanted to vanish.
I began inching backwards, silently praying she wouldn't notice. "Ro? Rowanne?"
I froze mid-step. "Oh." My laugh was thin, awkward. "Yes, sorry."
I straightened, walking back into the circle like a guilty schoolgirl. And when my eyes finally met Eli's, he was already looking at me with that infuriating look that made me feel so seen.
A ghost of a smirk tugged at his mouth before he lowered his head, trying and failing to hide it.
Was I funny to him? Was this funny? The way he had me completely undone, barely keeping my composure while pretending to be the grieving widow?
Heat flooded my chest.
"I think I really need to use the restroom," I said quickly, forcing a polite smile. "You guys talk."
And this time, I didn't wait for permission. I turned, walking away as fast as my heels would allow, each step pounding with the sound of my own heartbeat.
I didn't stop until I reached the far edge of the garden, where the laughter and music softened into the night.
Two days. Two entire days I'd managed to avoid Carter.
I knew that avoiding him was only feeding the fire and that the next time our paths crossed, neither of us would be strong enough to walk away.
The lace hugged my skin soft, sinful, and dangerously delicate. I ran my fingers over the sheer white fabric, tracing the floral embroidery that looked far too angelic for the kind of thoughts circling in my head. Vivian's bridal shower, I reminded myself.
This wasn't about Eli Carter and his godforsaken blue eyes.
"Okay, Ro, come on! You've been in there forever!" Vivian's voice was impatient and playful for my pounding heart.
"Yeah," Kalea added, laughing from outside the curtain. "If you don't come out in five seconds, I'm coming in!"
I rolled my eyes and took one last look in the mirror. The lace dress was... breathtaking.
The kind of piece you wore when you didn't want to just be seen, you wanted to be remembered.
I pulled the curtain aside and stepped out.
The reaction was instant.
Vivian gasped. Sarah covered her mouth. Kalea blinked once, twice, before letting out a sharp whistle.
"Holy hell, Rowanne!" Kalea grinned, eyes wide. "You look like a literal fantasy. Who even let you wear that?"
"Oh my God," Vivian breathed, standing up from the couch. "Ro, that's- that's lace. I knew that was the lace! Good thing I chose that."
Sarah's giggle joined hers, light and teasing. "If I looked like that, I'd be the one getting married."
I tried to smile, but warmth crept up my neck. "You guys are exaggerating. It's just a dress."
"Just a dress?" Kalea said, circling me slowly. "Sweetheart, that's the kind of dress that makes men forget their own names." She paused, tapping her chin dramatically. "Like Sivan?"
Vivian's head whipped toward her. "Sivan?"
I felt my stomach tighten. "Kalea." My tone was a warning, but she only raised her brows innocently.
Vivian blinked. "Wait. Sivan Knight? My fiancé's brother? You mean that Sivan?"
I forced a small laugh, brushing imaginary dust from the dress. "It's nothing. Just forget it. We only bumped into him on the way here. I guess he doesn't know much about me."
Vivian squinted suspiciously but said nothing more, still admiring the outfit. "Well, whatever it is, you look stunning. The theme is white elegance, not divine temptation, but I guess I can make an exception."
Sarah nodded eagerly. "You have to wear that tonight. Everyone will die... In the photos! We are taking tons. Show some to Sivan."
I caught my reflection in the boutique mirror again. The lace, the curves it barely concealed, the glow on my skin. Maybe Thailand wasn't the escape I hoped for.
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7.4
I single-handedly saved my family's corporate empire from a hostile takeover, securing our market share for the next decade.
But my grandfather didn't see me as a hero. He saw me as a flawed piece of inventory.
To calm the board and fix the reputation I supposedly ruined, he forced me into an arranged marriage, auctioning me off to the highest bidder.
Desperate, I turned to my childhood friend, Egnacio, the only person who ever promised to protect me.
But instead of saving me, he publicly humiliated me. He used my desperation as a networking opportunity, pitching my arranged marriage as a business deal to a ruthless private equity king named Dexter Mathews.
Later that night, I caught Egnacio holding my cruel cousin in his arms.
"What man wants to be with a woman who looks at you like she's planning a hostile takeover?"
Hearing him mock my pain shattered the last bit of hope I had.
I realized I was never family to them. I was just a sharp knife, used to cut down their enemies and then traded for cash before I got dull.
The heartbreak vanished, replaced by a cold, violent rage.
I didn't break, and I didn't run.
Instead, I got into the back of Dexter Mathews's car. He had watched my family tear me apart, but he didn't see a broken pawn. He saw a queen.
And together, we were going to burn their entire empire to the ground.
7.5
On the morning of our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary, I found a cream-colored document tucked inside my husband's suit pocket.
It was a twenty-million-dollar asset transfer for his former receptionist, Carmen. But what made my blood run cold was the contingent beneficiary: Leo, my newborn son who the hospital claimed was kidnapped twenty-three years ago.
When I confronted Devonte, he didn't even try to explain. He handed me a fake Cartier watch, canceled all my credit cards, and publicly called me delusional.
The next day, he moved Carmen into our mansion and emptied all our joint accounts into offshore trusts.
"If you don't sign these papers and walk away, I will have you committed," he threatened, his mother nodding in agreement.
They had orchestrated the kidnapping of my baby, hiding him with the mistress while I spent half my life sedated and screaming in grief. Now, to keep his secret, Devonte was going to lock me in a psychiatric ward and bury me in debt.
I didn't understand how the man I loved could be such a monster. Why did he steal my child? What else was hidden in that confidential adoption file?
Pushed to the absolute brink, I refused to be his victim.
When his goons came to my temporary apartment to drag me away, I turned to the rugged union electrician who had just fixed my lights.
"If you need a husband to keep you out of a psych ward, I'll marry you," he said, offering himself as my legal shield.
I took his hand. It was time to tear my husband's perfect life apart.
7.2
Blaire woke up in a Manhattan penthouse, her body covered in bruises and her innocence stolen.
Before she could process the terror, her adoptive sister Danita burst in, acting heartbroken and accusing Blaire of shamelessly seducing the powerful Kamryn Lane. Kamryn threw a one-million-dollar check at Blaire's bleeding face, calling her a calculating gold digger.
That night, Blaire overheard a conversation in the family study that shattered her entire reality.
"Once she gives birth to the Lane family's seed, we'll stage an accident, drain her blood, and transplant her healthy heart into your chest."
Her adoptive mother and Danita were celebrating the success of their trap. She wasn't an adopted daughter; she was a living organ bank and a disposable surrogate. Even her adoptive brother, Calhoun, knew everything, trapping her in the dark hallways with a sick, possessive obsession to ensure she never escaped.
The horrific truth suffocated her. The family that had taken her in had raised her like livestock for slaughter. How could they smile at her every day while planning to carve out her heart?
Terrified but burning with a desperate will to survive, Blaire swallowed a Plan B pill to ruin their surrogate plot and fled the estate. To get the money and power she needed to crush her adoptive family, she pulled out Kamryn Lane's business card. This time, she would make a deal with the devil.
9.5
Elsie was the Sutton family's perfect puppet, a sickly heiress locked away in a pristine manor and treated like fragile porcelain. Her only purpose was to be a pawn in her mother's corporate games.
Without warning, her mother ordered her to marry Duke Blake, a ruthless, cold-blooded billionaire known for destroying his rivals. Worse, her mother immediately handed over total control of Elsie's life to him, declaring she couldn't even step outside the gates without his explicit permission.
Desperate, Elsie met him and asked if she would be expected to perform wifely duties, praying for a marriage in name only.
"I have a very high sex drive."
He stated it bluntly, shattering her illusions. Yet, when he drove her into the city days later, a sudden swerve sent her tumbling directly into his lap. Instead of the desire he claimed to possess, his body went completely rigid. He violently shoved her away, slamming her hard against the passenger seat. His face was pale, his knuckles white, and he stared straight ahead with a look of absolute, terrifying revulsion.
Humiliation and sharp pain coiled in her chest. She couldn't understand. Why did he demand absolute control over her and boast about his desires, only to treat her accidental touch like a repulsive disease? Why did this all-powerful man secretly smell of hospital antiseptics? What exactly was the Sutton family forcing her to marry?
But she was no longer willing to be a lamb led to the slaughter. Thinking of the provocative black lace hidden behind her wardrobe's false wall, Elsie smiled coldly. She was going to find the fatal flaw in this ruthless billionaire's code, and use it to completely shatter her cage.
8.9
For seven years, I hid my MIT Ph.D. and my identity as a top haute couture designer to be the perfect, obedient wife to billionaire Cornelius Lambert.
But on our anniversary, while I waited at home with a cold dinner, I found him at a Michelin restaurant with his childhood sweetheart, Halle.
My seven-year-old son sat between them, laughing loudly.
"Mom is too boring. I wish Aunt Halle was my real mom."
Cornelius didn't defend me. He just smiled and affectionately ruffled the boy's hair.
When I finally packed my bags and left, I accidentally triggered an old AI robot prototype Cornelius had given me years ago.
A hidden recording played his voice from the very night he proposed.
"Why marry her? Because she's easy to control. Halle doesn't want to settle down yet, so Cassidy is just a perfect, temporary shield."
Later, when I caught them being intimate in a dark parking garage and snapped a photo, Cornelius watched with cold, dead eyes as his massive bodyguard shoved me against a concrete pillar.
My arm was torn open, blood dripping onto the floor, as they forced me to delete the evidence of his affair.
For seven years, I filed down every sharp edge of my brilliance for a man who saw me as nothing but a pathetic, disposable placeholder.
My heart turned to absolute ice. He thought I was just a weak, powerless housewife.
But he forgot who he was dealing with.
As his luxury car drove away, I pulled up the hidden command terminal on my phone and recovered the encrypted cloud backup of the photos.
I looked at my lawyer with a bleeding arm and a cold smile.
"Let's go. Now, we have a weapon."
9.3
After eight years in captivity, I was finally rescued. I thought it was the beginning of a new life with my mother.
But she didn't even look at me. She ran into the arms of a handsome stranger, her real husband, and I was treated like a dirty secret from her past.
They called me a contamination, a reminder of their trauma. My new stepsister set their Doberman on me, and as the dog's teeth sank into my arm, I looked up and saw my mother watching from the window.
She met my eyes for a second, then slowly closed the curtains.
In that moment, the last bit of hope I had died. The shallow bond of family was completely gone, and I finally gave up.
But they made one mistake. The family patriarch, suspicious after a car accident, ordered a secret DNA test.
The results came back on the day of my stepsister's birthday party, revealing a truth that would burn their perfect world to the ground.