All Chapters of My Cheating Boyfriend Dumped Me, I Stole His Dad's Heart: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

He doesn't need to be told twice. In one swift motion, he descends onto the bed, his lips claiming mine in a passionate kiss. The intensity of our embrace leaves me breathless, and I surrender to the moment, forgetting about everything else.Suddenly, he rips my dress in half. "Jesus, Caspian," I say, surprised. "That's Chanel.""I'll buy you a thousand more.”"You better," I say, as he begins to remove the damaged dress from my body. His touch is gentle, yet firm, and I feel a sense of anticipation building within me."When have I ever not been capable?" he asks, his voice low and husky. Oh, for a moment there, I forgot I was talking to a man on Forbes' richest list.My thoughts are cut short as Caspian removes my bra and panties, his eyes never leaving mine. "You have such lovely skin," he says. "So spotless.""All thanks to you," I reply. "I can afford expensive skincare."Caspian laughs, the sound deep and rumbling. "If you think you got this from skincare, you have another thin

Caspian's POVDesiree has packed three large bags for the Santorini trip. As I watch her zip the last one, I can't help but raise an eyebrow.“It’s a one-week event,” I say, glancing at the mountain of luggage. “What could you possibly need to fill three bags?”She doesn't look up. She sits on the bag, trying to zip it closed. “Change of clothes,” she grunts, tugging at the zipper. “You’re always busy, Caspian. We hardly ever go anywhere together. And now, by some miracle, Mike and Mabel planned an event in fucking Santorini. Do you even know how long I’ve wanted to go there?”She's still struggling with the bag, huffing and puffing. A part of me wants to help, but there's something oddly entertaining about watching her fight with the luggage, her red hair flying everywhere, determination written all over her face. The way she bounces up and down…“You never said you wanted to go to Santorini,” I say, leaning against the doorframe, smirking a little. “We could’ve arranged that.”She f

Desiree glances at me out of the corner of her eye, her lips twitching like she’s debating whether to stay mad at me or give in. After a short while, she tilts the phone toward me, scrolling back to the beginning of the flight.“Here’s the first one,” she says, her voice a little softer now. It’s a shot of her in front of the jet, her hair blowing in the wind and that excited, almost childlike smile on her face. I can't help but smile too.“And this one,” she continues, swiping to the next photo. It's her making a goofy face in the luxurious cabin of my private jet, her tongue sticking out while she flashes a peace sign. “I was trying to get you to smile in this one, but you were too busy brooding.”“I wasn’t brooding,” I say defensively, though the truth is I probably was. “I was... thinking.”She arches an eyebrow. “Thinking? Sure, let's go with that.”We fall into a comfortable silence as she scrolls through more pictures—selfies, shots of the island from the window, random pictu

It’s early morning, and the sound of Caspian’s vibrating phone pulls me from sleep. The steady buzz is relentless, and I groan, shifting under the covers.“Caspian,” I murmur, reaching out to nudge him. No response.I roll over and give him a firmer shake. “Are you going to get that?”He stirs, rubbing his face as he grabs the phone from the nightstand. “Hello?” His voice is groggy. “Yes, we got in yesterday. Of course, we’ll be there. Alright. Bye.”I prop myself up on one elbow, narrowing my eyes at him. “Who was that?”“Mike,” Caspian says, dropping the phone back on the stand. “He says we’re all having breakfast together in thirty minutes.”“Thirty minutes? And he’s just now telling us?” I toss the covers off, already feeling the rush of panic. Caspian sighs, leaning back into the pillows like he’s still too exhausted to function. “You can start getting ready. I can’t feel my legs. You destroyed me last night.”I laugh, swinging my legs out of bed. “Try to keep up, old man.”With

Caspian's POVThe bitch has won. Somehow, Mabel’s managed to twist the others around her little finger. But something feels off. I can see it in the way they avoid looking at me, their expressions tight and uncomfortable. Whatever they’re doing, they’re not doing it willingly. And Mabel? She knows how to push my buttons, to manipulate the situation to her advantage. “If there were any major changes,” I begin, “I should have been involved. This isn’t something you spring on people over breakfast.”Mabel smiles. “Well, you’re here now. No harm done.”“No harm?” Desiree asks. “You’re making major decisions without including the people who matter most. And the fact that Paul and Gladys are here—uninvited—tells me exactly what kind of game this is.”Mabel waves a hand dismissively. “Your issues with Paul and Gladys have nothing to do with this. That’s a personal matter, and frankly, not my concern.”Fiona, Desiree’s sister, speaks up. “Maybe we should just enjoy breakfast and talk later?”