All Chapters of Twisted Loyalties : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The house was quiet when Adrian returned; everywhere was silent except for the soft humming of insects outside. It had been an exhausting day for him. He was exhausted from the business meetings and calls he had to attend, the meeting with Dante, and the thoughts of Rhea.As soon as he got to his room, before he even turned on the main light bulb, he rolled his shoulders and unbuttoned his shirt. He needed rest, and where else would he get it if not in his private chambers—a space only a few had ever entered?It was a room that reflected him: dark wood, minimal décor, a stocked bar, and a single large armchair by the fireplace. A place where he could breathe, think, and escape the chaos of the world outside.But he didn’t know that for that night he wasn’t alone. Rhea was sitting on the armchair, waiting.So when he turned on the light, he saw her.His eyes flashed in surprise. But he just looked at her and didn’t say anything.She stood up and walked towards him. She was holding a s

Chapter 24When Rhea woke up that morning, she had a bit of a throbbing headache. Maybe it was the red wine she had last night to help her calm her thoughts about her argument with Adrian or the weird encounter she had with Luca at their home bar.A frown settled on her face as she pushed herself up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. The house was eerily silent. Something felt different today.She reached for her phone and checked the time. 10:12 AM. She had slept longer than usual, which meant no one had woken her. Usually, she would hear people moving around, Luca’s wicked laughter, Marco’s voice in hushed tones, or the sound of car engines outside. But today, there was nothing.Slipping out of bed, she stood, wrapping a robe around herself. Her steps were careful as she walked toward the window, pulling the curtain back just enough to glance outside. The driveway was empty, with no sign of Adrian’s car or his men except for the ones that served as permanent security in the estate.

Rhea let out a shaky breath. “I want you, Adrian.”“Where do you want me, Rhea?” “Inside me. I want to feel you in me.”A victorious smirk appeared on his lips before he kissed her again, deeper and hungrier. He swept her off her feet and placed her on the bed.There was something about Rhea that made him always play a gentleman. He wanted to carefully ravish her rather than the mindless fucking he would do to other women.He pulled her dress off in one swift motion and threw it on the floor. His mouth met hers again, trailing soft kisses from her cheeks to her ears, licking and playfully biting on her earlobes. He suckled on the skin of her neck, leaving bite marks all over. When he found her breasts, he cupped them in his hands.Immediately, he bent his head, and his warm mouth enveloped her breast, and her body arched towards him, yearning for more of it. He sucked on her lush, plump breast with a gentle desire while playing with the other breast. He tugged on each perky and har

Rhea’s eye fluttered open the morning after, and found her gorgeous husband sleeping next to her. The weight of his strong and muscular arm wrapped around her waist, and she could feel the sensation of his warm breath against her skin.As usual, the morning light snuck in through the curtains, and there was this golden tone in the room.She decided to allow herself to enjoy the moment and to watch the slow rise and fall of Adrian’s breathing and the way her body fit into his like a puzzle.Then reality set in.She had slept with Adrian Vitale. Again.Her heart started pounding when she remembered the night before. It was intense, both in passion and emotion. She had confronted him about her ex when he came home, and their argument, which was heated and laced with sharp words, then escalated into something else.She pulled the sheets up to her chest when she realised she was totally naked, and suddenly she felt vulnerable, despite the intimacy they shared.It wasn’t supposed to feel li

Adrian sat at the long dining table, flipping through a set of documents. His crisp white shirt was buttoned all the way up except for the collar, and a dark suit jacket draped over the back of his chair. Every movement he made was deliberate and controlled.He wasn’t one for leisurely breakfasts, but this morning, he found himself lingering. The remnants of their time in the shower floated around his in his memory: Rhea’s soft gasps, the press of her slick body against his. His grip tightened around the cup at the thought.Across from him, Luca was already halfway through his meal, his usual smirk in place. “Didn’t see you come down the whole of yesterday, brother,” Luca smiled, stabbing a piece of grape with his fork. “Antoinette said you had given out instruction not to be disturbed the whole day. Must have been…preoccupied.” His voice dripped with amusement.Adrian didn’t dignify him with a response. Instead, he took a slow sip of his coffee, his gaze flickering toward the stairc