All Chapters of His to Consume : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I climbed upstairs into my old bedroom, that place which I once thought was the best sanctuary. The room looked almost the same as I had left it: soft lavender walls, creamed carpets thick enough to make your shoes sink into them, shelves packed with books and childhood keepsakes. Yet tonight it felt heavy, weighed down by what I had asked my parents only moments ago.I settled myself on the edge of the bed and gazed over the moonlit garden outside my window. My father's words circled in my head: "If this blows up in your face, don't expect us to clean up the mess."Was I playing a dangerous game? Probably. But isn't that what love is always supposed to be?I pulled out my phone and hesitated with my thumb hovering over Grant's number. Calling him seemed too direct, texting him took away the formality. A compromise was eventually reached: scrolling through his latest photos online, most of which, unsurprisingly, featured Lena.She was perfect as always. Her lustrous blonde hair, radia

I took a steadying breath, reminding myself why I was here, and met Julian's stare. "I think we both know why I came up here," I replied, my tone firmer than I felt.Julian smirked, setting his drink down and walking towards me. Each step brought him closer, and his fate had the audience captivated. When he got to me, he tenderly brushed a loose strand of hair from my face, sending a shiver up my spine."You are so determined," he murmured, his gaze locking with mine. "It's... intriguing.”He tilted his head so close that our faces almost touched, his intention quite clear. My heart raced as I felt the heat radiate from him, his scent-a blend of sandalwood and something undeniably masculine-suggesting its tendrils within the air. His lips were just about to brush mine when I stepped back, reaching into my purse."Wait," I said, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me.Julian paused, watching with curiosity while I took out the file containing the contract. I extended it to

Grant's POVThe view from the office has always calmed me. The city laid out before me a labyrinth of possibilities and opportunities, and yet today it failed to quell the spreading storm in my mind.Leaning against the chair and listening to the faint sound of the air conditioner breaking the silence of my office, my thoughts were already competing. Cassidy, the deal, then the ever-rising pressure to remain on top in an industry that cost everything for just one misstep.I managed to grab the coffee just in time when suddenly a fierce knock came on the door, pulling me out of my reverie. Gloria, my ever-efficient secretary, stepped in with her tablet in hand, her expression uncharacteristically tense.“Grant,” she began, her tone brisk, “we have a problem.”I set the coffee cup down, already sensing this wasn't going to be good news. “What is it?”Gloria hesitated for a brief moment before continuing, “It seems Fortex is trying to pull out of the partnership. Their legal team just se

Cassidy's POV Grant's jaw tightened as he read the words on the card, his expression growing darker by the moment. I could almost see the wheels turning in his mind, calculating risks and benefits."Of course he does," he muttered under his breath."Grant," I said cautiously, "you don't have to go. If you think it's a trap or-""I'm going," he interrupted, his voice firm.I blinked in surprise at his sudden decisiveness. "Why? He hates you. He'll try to use this against you."Grant's mouth twisted into a grim smile. "Maybe. But not his father. Mr. Williams might see value in our presence, and that is a leverage I will not pass up.”The frown creased my brow as the world spun in my head. "So would you really walk right smack into Julian's territory just to please his father? What if this backfires?""It won't," he says with full confidence, although I still cannot tell if he is trying to convince me or himself. "Julian may hate me, but his father plays a different game." If he sees us

Lena's POVI came into the office, storming like a three-legged dog. The sharp clicking of my heels against the marble signified an almost physical fury building inside me. I clenched the strap of my handbag tightly as I pushed the door open with far more force than required. An empty pristine space, sleek modern furniture, and soaring bookshelves were the only things where I was able to exist without the caverns of my mind.This was my personal space, yet irritation was still the undercurrent after the unfortunate encounter with Cassidy earlier on.She is infuriating. Spoiled, entitled, and completely ignorant of how things work in the outside world. The way she looked at me in that boutique-as though she'd already won whatever game she thought we were playing-set my blood boiling.I noticed Gloria barely approaching me, her normal efficiency carrying her along with a folder in her hand."Ms. Reynolds," she began, her voice crisp and professional, "this is the revised.""Not now," I