Ruining My Ex By Marrying His Ruthless Father

Chapter Three

The drive to Alaric’s place was silent, and yet the silence was heavy, as if there were things that we both wanted to say, but didn’t want to speak aloud.

Like the true reason why I was actually going to stay with Alaric.

I stared at him from the corner of my eyes all the way there, wondering if he suspected anything. If he did…would he stop what I was planning? Or would he go along with it?

The uncertainty made my blood rush in my veins.

“About your job,” he broke the silence, startling me a bit. “You studied Business Administration, did you not?”

I nodded, swallowing. “Yes. I wanted to try for a Master’s Degree, but my marriage to Davian put a hold on that plan.”

“Hm. Would you like to complete that degree?”

I blinked, somewhat surprised. Then, I smiled.

“Of course, Alaric. Unfortunately, I don’t have the money.”

“That won’t be a problem,” he said.

I stared directly at him now. His face was expressionless, but I could almost see what he was saying, without him saying it.

“And what will I have to do in return for your help?” I asked.

He said nothing.

We didn’t talk for the rest of the ride to his residence.

Eventually, we arrived at where he was staying; an opulent hotel in the middle of downtown.

As I got out of the car, I realized that it was one of the many hotels that Alaric owned.

“Come,” he commanded as he walked inside, and I followed him. The moment we entered the lobby, a receptionist walked up to us.

“Welcome, Mr. Cadmus. Can we help you with your luggage?”

“No,” he said. “I have everything I need, thank you.”

I said nothing as I stood behind him, even as the receptionist spotted me and frowned at me.

“Should I call whatever brothel the woman works for and have her taken away?” she asked, her tone blatantly condescending, as if I wasn’t worth more than the worms in the ground.

Alaric, who had been walking towards the elevator, paused and turned towards the woman.

“You dare open your mouth to insult her?” he whispered, his voice low and dangerous.

The receptionist’s face turned white, and I couldn’t help but smile as she hurriedly bowed down. She had f****d around and found out.

“I-I’m so sorry, sir. Please, forgive me! It will not happen again!”

“I don’t have any use for someone who would insult my guest, much less my wife. You’re fired!”

As the woman tried to beg for her job, I froze.

Did I just hear that right?

Did Alaric call me…his wife?

Alaric dismissed the woman with a ruthless wave of his hand, calling for the hotel guards to come and take her away. He walked towards me and took my hands in his, then dragged me towards the elevator.

All the while, I remained silent, staring at him even as the lift ascended to his suit.

I only found my voice when we arrived at his private apartment.

“Make yourself at home,” he said as he pulled off his suit jacket and made his way towards the drinks cabinet. “You can stay here for however long you want. If you need anything, just –.”

I reached out to grab the sleeve of his shirt, stopping him in his tracks. He paused, and looked down at me.

Slowly, I pulled him towards me, until we were pressed against each other with barely an inch of space between us.

“Imogen,” he whispered. His voice was hoarse, rough, and I smiled. There was something intoxicating about having so much power over a man as powerful as Alaric Cadmus.

“You can’t say something like that out of the blue, Alaric,” I whispered, leaning into him and pressing my chest against his. “You can’t just call me your wife without expecting consequences.”

His eyes darkened with visible desire, his pupils swallowing his irises.

“If I overstepped…”

“Hush,” I stopped him with a finger to his lips, and he complied. I took one of his hands, and slowly drew it to my waist, then even lower, until his fingers were cupping my buttocks. He squeezed my ass, and I gasped, pushing deeper against him.

“Did you think I never noticed the way you looked at me, Alaric?” I murmured the question, leaning in and ghosting my lips across his. He shivered.

“You are my friend’s daughter.”

“And your son’s ex-wife,” I agreed, leaning back. “But that has never stopped you, has it? You’ve always looked at me like you wanted me for yourself.”

I could remember the first time I noticed his gaze clearly. I was only nineteen then, and my parents had introduced me to him at a party. The way his eyes had roamed all over my body had thrilled my inexperience core, then, driving me to arousal.

“Why did you never do anything? You could’ve married me, instead of giving me to your son.”

Alaric said nothing, staring at me for a long time. For a moment, I faltered.

Was I actually wrong? What if Alaric had never really wanted me?

Suddenly, his arms tightened around my waist and carried me as if I weighed nothing.

“Ah,” I yelped, only for his lips to capture mine and swallow my shock.

He pushed me against the wall and ravaged me with his mouth, wrestling my tongue with his. His hands cupped my buttocks and squeezed, making me moan, and his lips trailed down from my mouth to my neck, sucking and biting a trail of heat down to the peak of my breasts.

Then, he paused and looked straight at me, still pinning me against the wall.

“I know what you’re doing, you little witch,” he growled.

I couldn’t help but smile.

“What am I doing, daddy?” I purred, running my fingers along his chest.

“You want to seduce me,” he said. “But I won’t stop you. You’re right; I’ve always wanted you, my little Imogen. But I have one condition.”

“What is it?”

“You will become my wife.”