All Chapters of My Cheating Boyfriend Dumped Me, I Stole His Dad's Heart: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

New York; the city that never sleeps. Yellow cabs are weaving past me as I stand close to a marked crosswalk, waiting for the pedestrian signal to turn green. As soon as the signal changes, I dart into the crosswalk.Suddenly, a car screeches to a halt, its tires screaming against the asphalt, stopping just inches from me. I freeze in place.“Watch where you’re going, idiot!” the driver yells, his face turning red with anger as he leans out of the window.I flip him off without thinking. “Maybe you should learn how to drive, jerk!” I shout back.Typical New Yorkers and their lousy driving skills. The traffic light clearly told him to stop, yet I’m the one getting yelled at for following the rules? Unbelievable.But I shake it off. I don’t want anything to spoil my mood. Not when I’m this close to seeing Caspian again.I stand in front of the skyscraper that bears Caspian's company's name—CypherEdge Dynamics—Caspian’s pride and joy. The building is tall and sleek, a striking figure

Fuck. My. Life.Caspian's going to ruin me. And he's not done talking.“I want you, Desiree. I want to kiss you, to do things that’d be impossible to describe. I tell myself it’s foolish—ridiculous even—to imagine all this with you, especially when you’re so much younger than me. Sometimes, when I’m away from you, I swear I’ve convinced myself to get over these silly emotions. But all it takes is just one look, one fucking look, and I’m back to square one. Your hair…” He's looking at my hair now, pulling and wrapping some strands around his index finger. “The flame of my life. Has anyone ever told you how dangerously seductive it is?” I swallow hard. I’ve been complimented on my hair more times than I can count, but this—this is different. When others say it, I see it as an expression of fact. But with Caspian, it's a full-blown attack on my senses, a temptation I’m powerless to resist. His words don’t just linger—they penetrate, sinking deep into my very being. No one else has ever

We’re in my private elevator heading down to the basement, and all I can think about is Desiree. Her scent fills the small space, tempting me in ways that should be illegal. I don’t know the magic that comes with elevators, but being in such a tiny space with Desiree makes me want to kiss her.“Where are we going exactly?” she asks.“The basement,” I reply.From my side vision, I can see her rolling her eyes.“I know we're going to the basement, Caspian. I mean, where are we heading to from the basement?”“The streets.”She smiles and shakes her head. “I thought I was the joker around here. Yet here you are, outperforming me.”“I guess you're rubbing off on me, Desiree.”“Am I?” Her voice drops a little, playful, making it even harder to ignore how much she’s getting to me.“Maybe more than you realize,” I say.I sense her getting closer before I even see her move. The hairs on my arm stand up, and my pulse picks up speed. Then I feel it—her lips brushing softly against my ear. What i

For a brief moment, neither of us speaks. Our eyes meet in shared surprise. Outside, I can hear muffled voices, quick and urgent, as the driver exchanges words with my security team. “What the hell was that?” Desiree asks.“I’m not sure,” I reply, all traces of flirtation gone. My instincts sharpen, the protective side of me kicking in. I don’t like surprises, especially not when I’m with her. “Stay here.” She narrows her eyes. “What do you think you’re doing, Caspian?”“Making sure everything’s fine.” I reach for the door handle, but she grabs my arm, her grip firm.“Oh no, you don’t,” she says. “You’re not leaving me alone in this car like some damsel in distress.”I can’t help the smirk that tugs at my lips. “You think you can handle what’s out there, Desiree?”“I think I can handle you, and that’s scarier than anything waiting outside.”She’s serious, and I can see the determination in her eyes.“Fine,” I relent, though I don’t like the idea of her stepping into uncertainty. “B

Our entourage pulls up to the marriage registry, and as we’re about to step out, it hits me—shotgun weddings have requirements, right?“Caspian,” I call out, hesitant, “I don’t think it’s possible to get married right now.”Caspian freezes. He was just about to press the button to alert his security detail that we're coming out. But now, those fingers have left the button and are now massaging his forehead, as though he has a headache.“Desiree,” he says, voice low and a little strained, “don’t back out on me now.”“Back out? What are you talking about?”He drops his hand from his forehead and moves closer, resting his palms on my lap. “I understand that seeing the building of the registry can be unnerving. But I’m here, my cherry. I'm with you every step of the way. You have no idea how much it means to me that you agreed to this. For the first time in a long while, I feel like I have someone on my side—someone who understands me. Yes, it might be a contract, but I still consider you